In This House // BTS Mafia au

Chapter Nine

"So who are we going after tomorrow?" Jimin asked, tossing a rubber ball in the air. He was laying on Jungkook's bed, with Hoseok sat at the bedroom desk and Jungkook standing stony against the wall. "That one street dealer, what was his name...Marcono?....he hasn't paid up yet. And this time, the bundle I gave him was 100% real. I think I'm gonna try to get double the payment. That or another to add to the kill count."

"Well, Jungkook actually mentioned that Tae was taking out a shipment truck tomorrow morning, right Jungkook?" Hoseok said. "Right....Jungkook? Hello?"

Jungkook didn't realize he was spacing out until he was snapped back to attention. "Uh, yeah, sure."

"DO you even know what we're talking about?" Jimin asked.

"I guess I blanked out, what's going on?" He was too distracted by everything. Maybe he was being tough on Miyeon, but he was too frustrated with the disruption she caused. He knew Monster meant well, he knew, she would help, and he knew she didn't have another choice, but she would throw off Bangtan's activity regardless. He had tried listing the pros and cons; she was stubborn, but skillful, and knew a hell of a lot more about Letchner. The list was ineffective, however, mostly because he couldn't look past how she was an absolute prick.

"Jungkook, you've been like this for hours," Hoseok said. "Is it Miyeon?"

"Miyeon?" Jungkook scoffed. "I refuse to let her throw me off."

"Good," Jimin smirked mischievously. "I'm sure Jin will appreciate some help with her, if you're so strong."

Hoseok snickered. Jungkook rolled his eyes. "That's not what I meant. I just don't understand why everyone's sympathizing with her so much." He popped himself up to sit on his dresser. "Outside of the Letchner shit, she's able to take care of herself. At least she was before she got her dumb ass stabbed."

Jimin sat up. "Come on, Jungkook, anyone can see in that shithole she wasn't raised right. I think I would take my parental situation over living with the Letchners."

Jungkook bit his lip thoughtfully. Jimin hadn't had parents since he was thirteen. Jungkook lost his parents at twelve, but he agreed with Jimin; no parents seemed better than the perverted one Letchner was.

Hoseok nodded. "When are we starting our action plan for taking him out, anyway?"

"Monster's supposed to get location information from her tomorrow, willingly."

"Let's hope she doesn't lie about it all," Jungkook grumbled. 

"Okay, that's enough." Jimin hopped on the side of the bed, laughing at Jungkook's attitude. "You have to tell us....what the fuck happened before she came here? Why do you hate her so much?"

Jungkook let out a sigh. He bent down and rolled up his skinny jeans to reveal the purple bruise Miyeon left from her kick to his ankle. He hadn't noticed until she was with Jin, but she hit him hard.

The two boys crouched down to get a better look. "Damn," Hoseok laughed. "What'd you do to get that?"

"Nothing!" Jungkook said, tugging down his pant leg again. "I just wanted to know why she was fighting with a guy in the alley! And she was a part of some gang, so of course I had to question her."

"Shit, man," Jimin said quietly. "She's got some tough shit behind her. I get why you don't trust her. But she's really in no position to be ruining opportunities, you know? I think you have to keep that in mind."

"I know she's not," Jungkook remarked. "The problem is she's too stubborn to take one when she sees it. For example," he scoffed again, "if she wasn't such an asshole to me, maybe I would trust her more."

"Good luck with all that," Hoseok said, getting bored with the conversation. "But we're still running up Marcono tomorrow, right? Cause I want that money."

"I will, Hoseok," Jimin said. "let us know if you're coming, Jungkook. We don't need a lot of reinforcement, but hell, it'll be fun."

"Give him a few more days," Jungkook said. "Yoongi's done business with him before. He's a pussy to gang activity apparently, so he'll know better than to keep us waiting too long. Maybe a warning, but don't launch anything against him yet."

"Alright," Jimin yawned. It was late. Hoseok was already nodding off when Jimin tapped him on he shoulder to leave. "I'll talk to Yoongi about it." The two boys started for the door. " 'Night."

" 'Night."