Who Are You Playing With? | MYG & JH

Chapter 27: Just Fucking Fine

Ryujin POV

Soon enough, I finish making breakfast and call everyone inside the kitchen. It takes Hoseok and Hara a few extra minutes, but eventually they show up as well. We all eat silently, everyone seeming to be unsure of their own every move.

"Ryujin?" Jungkook hesitantly speaks up as I begin cleaning up the dishes once we're all done eating.

"Yes, Jungkook?" I respond, not looking back at them as I do so.

"You said we have work to start doing again after breakfast. What exactly did you mean by that?" He asks, sounding reluctant to bring it up.

"Stray Kids are planning to attack us. As Yoongi already knows, Jeongin has mistakenly picked me to be his new bitch that he wants to have to fuck whenever he wants and Hyunjin is still pissed about the fact that I got Jimin out of there. And since Jeongin's being the spoiled little maknae that he is, he managed to convince the others to help him find us and help him get what he wants." I explain coldly just as I finish up.

Once everything's placed back away, I turn back to the others. Though, they're all busy glancing worriedly around at each other.

"I thought you said that only you, your father, and uncle knows about this place?" Namjoon asks with a small frown.

"We are. I also picked this place because it's near impossible for anything here to be traced or tracked. We aren't even on the map of anything at all. This place doesn't exist." I answer honestly.

"Then how would they be able to find us?" Hoseok questions with a frown.

"Jeongin gave Yoongi a call yesterday evening. He had his men try to trace the call and even continued after the call was ended for a few hours. They couldn't trace it however, which was why he turned to the other boys of same rank. They won't be able to find us quickly because of the location I picked. They're starting work on this now though so that they can find us as soon as possible. By the time a month is out, they'll have managed to narrow down enough locations to be able to find us. We need to be ready by then. Because when they come, they won't be playing. And nor will I." I explain.

"So what do you want us doing to prepare for this?" Yoongi, surprisingly, asks as he looks up at me.

His voice is low as he speaks, obviously not happy although I can't particularly blame him. It's pretty clear after the last couple nights that he's grown fairly attached to me and now somebody's working hard to try and take me from him.

"Jimin needs to ease back in to working out again. I can tell merely off of sizing that you were holed up with Hyunjin for a while. Jin, I need you monitoring everyone's injuries until they're fully healed. Jungkook, I want you in there when Jimin's working out. Regulate him so that he doesn't push it too far too fast. You also need to continue working out at well. Both of you need to practice with weapons as well.

"I want all of you to feel completely comfortable with close range fighting in every way possible. Granting, I expect everyone to have some form of use or knowledge or experience with that type of stuff. Jin, Hara, Hyejin, and Chiyeon, the four of you will train with me to get comfortable with using a gun and a knife. Namjoon, I-" Before I can continue, Hoseok cuts me off.

"Woah, woah, woah. Hold the fuck up. Hara is not fucking training with you. I refuse to allow you the ability to turn my goddamn girlfriend and the one person I love more than anyone, into a fucking monster like you." Hoseok snaps, standing up and slamming his hands down on the now clear table. I frown at him.

"I'm not turning her into a fucking monster, Hoseok. I'm giving her the ability to protect herself." I inform him.

"No you fucking aren't! You're a goddamn monster who doesn't know when the hell to stop, Ryujin! You know nothing more than how the hell to kill people and torture them and make people fucking terrified of you! You're worse than our own damn father was! I will not let you fucking ruin my girlfriend! You're not getting anywhere fucking near her!" He shouts angrily.

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. Pursuing my lips together for a moment, I can feel the strong burning sensation on my arms and sides building once more. And now isn't nearly the time. Finally, I open them again calmly as I look back to my brother.

"I only know how to kill right? To torture and scare people, correct?" I calmly question, turning my head up to look at the ceiling rather than at my own brother.

"No shit, are you fucking deaf now too?" He growls.

"If this is the truth, Hoseok, please explain to me this: If that's all I know how to do, what exactly would you have classified my actions as when I removed Jimin from Hyunjin's house where he'd been starved and tortured? What would you classify my actions from running into the exploding mansion you all lived in, risking my own life, just so that I could get the girls out of there? To get your own girlfriend out of there?

"What would you classify that as, Hoseok? Or even, in the car. Please do explain to me what the fuck I was doing if it wasn't removing debris from both Hara and Chiyeon's legs and tearing the dress I'd been wearing up just to stop their bleeding? Does doing all of those things classify me as a monster, Hoseok? Does my wanting to teach Jin and the girls how to be able to at least have a mild idea of how to protect themselves make me just the most disgusting and worthless human to walk this earth?" I calmly challenge, not bothering to look at him. After a few minutes of silence, I speak up once more.

"I'm not saying that I'm going to teach them how to be able to arm and disable bombs, Hoseok. I'm not going to teach them the ins and outs of every possible gun that exists and other such things. I'm not going to teach them torture methods, Hoseok. They need to build a little muscle though, and they need to be able to operate a gun and figure out how to send a knife flying directly at their target. I'm teaching them basic self defense." I explain firmly.

"Hobi, baby, it'll be okay. It'd be nice for us to be able to know how to defend ourselves rather than having to hide and pray that we don't get found." Hara says softly, rubbing his shoulders gently as she speaks. He sighs, causing me to look over at him as he shoots me a glare.

"Fuck any one of them up and I'll end you in an instant." He growls before sitting back down.

"As I was saying. Namjoon, keep an eye on their financials and electronic supplies. I want those going down as fast as we can and keep them down as long as we can. The less they have to work with the better. Hoseok, I should have a laptop for you by tomorrow. I want you finding out as much as possible about them for me and I want reports every other day on what you've got. You've got today off only and I want you to start training with Jimin, same pace as him, starting tomorrow as well. Clear, everyone?" I continue on. They all nod, including Yoongi even though I've neglected to give him anything yet.

"Good. Get out of my sight and get to work." I snap. With that, everyone's up off they're asses in a second as they scramble to wherever I instructed them needing to be. Hoseok drags a bit, clearly still pissed with me and also not really having anything to do, but exits the room. The only one still sitting at the table when they're all gone is Yoongi.

Though, he doesn't stay sitting for long. Once the room is emptied, he stands up and walks over to me. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he keeps his gaze on the floor between us.

"Are you okay, kitten?" He finally speaks, his voice soft and melodic as he does. I raise an eyebrow questioningly.

"Of course I am, Yoongi. What're you going on about?" I question with a tiny frown. He sighs, rubbing my sides gently.

"Kitten, I know the gang we're against is the one that killed your brother. And I can't imagine it's easy for you here with the way Hoseok is treating you." Yoongi says gently, finally looking up at me. His words only increase the level of coldness flowing through my veins at the moment. I don't need fucking reminded.

"I'm just fucking fine." I answer, attempting to control myself from glaring at him before I walk away to get to work as well.