Who Are You Playing With? | MYG & JH

Chapter 29: Take Care

Ryujin POV

Sitting down in the computer room with Yoongi, it's half past one in the morning. It's been a month now since I intercepted the call and meeting from Stray Kids.

I've been spending a lot of time with each of the boys except Hoseok, and I've also spent a lot of time with the girls. I've finally gotten Jin and the girls trained enough to hold their own in a small fight and they can all easily shoot a gun now. They're also good enough to get a clean shot thrown with a knife now too.

Jimin is back up to health once again. He's been training and eating and doing everything possible to get back up to full potential to the point where he and Jungkook wanted me to start training with them as well to help them improve. Jungkook has been doing well too, with training with Jimin and practicing with the weapons and whatnot.

Namjoon has been keeping a close eye on Stray Kids for me when I can't. He's helped me keep they're monetary supplies and any online supply levels low. The less they have, the better off we are.

Amidst all of this, I've also had to handle Hoseok trying to get in the way of Hara's training a few times and Yoongi's constantly increasing care and protectiveness. Thankfully, my brother hasn't been too much of a difficulty to handle. More so than not, he's got an unreadable expression on whenever his eyes are on me.

As for Yoongi...

"Kitten, you really must stop spending so much time on this. You wouldn't even need to be worrying about this if you'd just let us contact my men to get their asses here and protect us. You never even began to give yourself and your body a rest from the first day with all of those injuries. You need sleep." Yoongi softly murmurs in my ear as he leans over the back of my chair a bit, running his hands up and down my arms gently.

Oh how protective he's been getting. The more time that passes, the worse it's been getting. My behavior and actions have only worsened that, of course. With each passing day, I can feel myself growing colder and colder, slipping more and more backninto old habits from the days after Tae passed. From the days leading up before my father took his own fucking life.

It drives him insane. He really has grown desperately attached, and I'd be lying if I said it doesn't worry me in the slightest. It worries me how attached he's gotten to me. Because anyone can be taken from you in seconds without a single warning.

He's right though. He's asked me a few times now just to provide them with a phone. Let him contact his men to protect us. To rebuild the mansion. To keep us safe while we're hidden out here. I've refused every single time though. And I continue to refuse.

Though, what he doesn't know is that I've already set something up. With just one push of a button, a message will be sent out to every single man of his that will inform them to start rebuilding the mansion and that they needed to be picked up from our location as well as a safe hideaway for the time being. All that I'm waiting for is the arrival of the other gang.

"You know that won't happen, Yoongi. I'm not cutting my time on this and I'm not letting you contact anyone, baby. It's for your own good, I promise. The last thing I need right now is sleep. I need to be up watching the monitors and you know that." I respond firmly, feeling him place a kiss on the top of my forehead.

"Kitten, when're you gonna give this whole thing up, huh? It's been a month since you said they were coming. You're driving yourself sleep deprived the way you've been going at it and you don't even eat more than one meal a day." He argues, beginning to trail light kisses down my neck and collarbone.

"Does my work state concern you that much, Yoongi?" I ask quietly, keeping my eyes on the monitor screens to wait and watch for a single sign of movement. Of life. Of anything.

Because, despite it being the very early hours of the morning by now, I'm still quite wide awake. Oh the wonderful affects of anticipation, anxiety, and anger.

"Kitten, this isn't a work state your in. You're in a self destructive state right now. It's not healthy." He murmurs gently against my skin.

"Oh, Yoongi. You don't even have the first clue about a self destructive state." I mumble under my breath, though he seems to catch it anyways as he stops the kisses and sits down beside me in another chair.

"What are you talking about?" He questions quietly, seeming to have snapped completely to attention by my comment.

"Nothing, baby. You just need to know that you don't need to worry about me and that I'm perfectly fine." I inform him confidently in a soft tone. He frowns over at me though, clearly not content with my response.

Though, before he can say anything, movement on the monitor screens catches both our attentions. Snapping to look directly at the specific monitor, I watch three vans beginning to slowly pull up kinda closeish to the house.

I immediately stand to me feet, Yoongi's actions mirroring my by just seconds. Turning my head over to look at him, I bite my lip.

"Go wake the others. Make sure everyone has everything they need and that they're completely prepared. We have just minutes before they'll be at the house on foot." I inform him.

He nods his head, but before he can exit the room, I grasp tightly onto his hand. He freezes in action, turning back to look at me in puzzlement.

Stepping forward towards him, I press my lips to his. We slowly move them together in sync before I pull away. Leaning back in, I peck his lips once more before gently pushing him towards the hallway again.

"Take care of yourself and the others, Yoongi."