In This House // BTS Mafia au

Chapter 8

Miyeon didn't know why she was so upset. Everything was too much. Jungkook was sitting there, his eyes shooting darts at her in response. She didn't want to be ungrateful, especially not to Monster but he didn't know what he was getting into. Bearclove was with Letchner now. They would be unstoppable. 

"What do you mean 'we can't'?" Jungkook hissed. "It's not your choice now, asshole."

"Jungkook, listen to me." She knew he wouldn't take her seriously, but she had to try and get through to someone. "Letchner and Bearclove are going to be out for me. It's not that I'm valuable, but I've messed with both families now."

Jungkook's face screwed up in confusion. "You killed the Bearclove pervert...what did you do to your dad?"

"My departure wasn't exactly planned," Miyeon explained. "It was impulsive. I had just had enough of what he did to me. You'll never know what it's like. But I was fucking over it."

She knew she was giving Jungkook too much leverage. But this wasn't about Jungkook. It was about the greatness Miyeon saw in this family the moment she met Monster, it was how she knew one day he could rule an empire, but how easily it could be destroyed now if Bearclove or Letchner found bad blood with Bangtan.

"What did you do!" Jungkook demanded.

"I fought back," she seethed at him. "I broke his fucking hand. I hit him where it hurts perverts the most until I was sure it was black and blue." The events came swirling back into her head, and she felt herself crumbling under the recollection. "I...I had a knife...." Hit after hit. She didn't stop. Then she got a knife. "I had a knife and it was like I couldn't feel anything...." 

The memory hit her like a storm. Miyeon hadn't thought about exactly what she had done until now. She beat him up badly. "I couldn't stop," her voice was shaking, she could hear it, she knew Jungkook could, too. 

"That's enough," he said. She refused to look directly at him, everything still sinking in. Letchner will be out for my head.

"So you fucked him up when he tried to touch you one day," Jungkook said, "and before he could get back at you, you took off. With what, just a wallet and a switchblade? How far were you expecting to get?"

"What else was I supposed to do?" Miyeon snapped. "Maybe I should have stuck it out, or killed him, but I didn't okay?"

"Gah, shut up," Jungkook groaned. "I get it, alright? I know it's not your fault the guy's a sick bastard. But now you're in our house, and you're seriously injured, which isn't really the most ideal situation."

"It shouldn't be," Miyeon warned again. "Letchner's going to be angrier than ever. I hope you get it now." 

"Listen, if it were my choice, I would personally love to boot you out the door," he snickered, "but it's not. It's Monster's. And he will be civil with anyone until they start touching a girl like you. How old are you? Eighteen?"

"Nineteen."

"Yep. If Monster catches anyone hurting a young girl, they'll burn. That's the plan with Letchner now."

Miyeon watched him pace around the room suspiciously. It wasn't a good enough reason to start a gang war, let alone keep a whole extra person. "But--"

"No matter how much danger you think we're in, Monster will accept it. Letchner has been a sleazy crackpot for years. Monster wants a reason to fight against it." Jungkook sighed. "And now, you can be the last straw."

Miyeon wanted to interject, but Jungkook continued. "He wants to protect you. He's volunteering to, as if you're not a burden, but...an opportunity I guess." He stepped closer to the bed again. "The only reason I'm not fighting more against it is because you know too much about us now. I don't want you here, but I don't need our information out to any other families because of a street rat."