In This House // BTS Mafia au

Chapter Fifteen

"What do you want now?" Miyeon glared. "Did you come in here to yell at me again?"

Jungkook dropped the box of medication on her bed and rolled his eyes. "No. But get used to it." He pulled a bottle of pills out of the box Jin gave him. Two in the morning, one at noon, two or three at night depending on the pain. "How much is that shit hurting?"

"Excuse me?"

"I'm giving you your meds tonight, how much is your wound hurting?"

Miyeon crossed her arms. "Not bad."

"Two then." Jungkook sat down on the edge of the bed and opened the bottle, taking two grey pills out. "Let me get some water."

"I don't need any," Miyeon said, holding her hand out. 

Jungkook scoffed. "Please, you're a fucking teenager. I doubt you can--"

"Stop wasting my time," she said bluntly. "Just give me the pills and go away."

Jungkook was taken aback by her abruptness. Usually she was stubborn enough to fight with him. He dropped the pills into her palm. To his surprise, she dry swallowed both of them, one after the other.

"You did pills a lot, I'm assuming?" 

Miyeon ignored him, focusing on the rim of the blanket in front of her. Jungkook felt frustration rising. She was annoying when she spoke and when she didn't speak. 

"Is there a reason you're being an asshole right now?"

Miyeon rolled her eyes. "I'm the asshole? All you've done today is fucking yell at me and I keep my mouth shut and it's suddenly a bad thing." She shot a cold look up. 

Somehow, Jungkook felt more comfortable with her aggression. The silence was too strange. "There's a difference between you saying things to piss me off and not saying anything at all."

"And you prefer the former?"

"Why are you acting weird tonight?" Jungkook scoffed.

"How am I being weird?" Miyeon said, her voice raising. "One minute you tell me how you wish you never saved me and the next you're telling me to respond." She shuffled around and crossed her arms again. "None of your friends are that bipolar."

The statement took Jungkook by surprise. "And what do you know about anyone else here?"

"I know that they actually trust me," she scowled. She squinted at Jungkook. "They don't come in here to remind me of how worthless I am, they come in here to talk. So at this point, just leave."

Jungkook folded his arms as well. "Why?" The question was slightly to provoke her, but also because he wanted to hear her reasoning. He didn't know everyone else had had so many discussions with her.

"Because you don't want to talk, Jungkook!" she responded immediately. "You know, I've been wondering why you're always so angry, and I think everyone else in this house is probably in such a better mood because they've decided to not hate me. Maybe you should try it."

Jungkook didn't like how genuine she sounded. He could put up with stupid name-calling and stubborn behavior, but this was real. Maybe he would be real, too. That's an adult thing to do, right?

"I'm not choosing to hate you, even though it's never completely off the table." He hesitated a moment, but she waited. "I just can't trust someone who I...who we don't know anything about. Whether you meant to or not, you disrupted this whole fucking gang, Miyeon." He sighed. "I mean, I know in this case we have benefits to it, but--"

"So you just don't like the change," she interrupted. 

Jungkook took a breath to scold her, but he thought back to Jimin. Grudges were immature. "Sure, but it's also the fact that a random street rat from Letchner is now in our house. You wouldn't trust some runaway gang kid, would you? You would never know if they were actually telling the truth or not."

"I told the truth about my name," Miyeon pointed out, "and the Bearclove card. I also am fucking maimed, Jungkook." She held her hands out to suggest she was out of ideas. "I have nothing to lose from telling the truth anymore. What else do you want from me?"

Jungkook didn't know the answer. Right then, sitting on Miyeon's bed, he was doing what he had been avoiding for days. He was truly trying to think about his problem with Miyeon. The time of bullying and provoking her for the fun of it wouldn't cut it anymore. After the probation, and Jimin's lecture, tormenting Miyeon simply wouldn't benefit him, as much as he dreaded to admit it. His leverage was that she was a punk with little respect. But then again, he had been called the same thing at one point in time.

Ugh. He actually had something with the street rat.

"I guess the question actually is," Miyeon began, "do you want to trust me or not?"

Jungkook thought of a rebuttle, a way to pin the responsibility on her, but he was already too deep in whatever mindset he had been forced himself into. In the end, it truly was his choice. He could either choose to believe her or just continue to demean her. Both options were feasible. Denying her was certainly easier. But if he really wanted to get off of probation, to finally be considered mature enough by Monster, he had to follow what Jimin had told him, no matter how annoying Miyeon was.

"Fine," he sighed. "I do. I'll believe you, but don't think that gives you a pass to do whatever you want." He grimaced. "You're still a prick. And the moment I catch you in a lie is the moment you're thrown out of here, got it?"

"Whatever," Miyeon said coolly. "Just glad you decided to grow the fuck up." She inhaled deeply. "So, what do you want to know?"

"What?"

"You bitch about not knowing anything about me, so go ahead. Ask me something. As long as you'll listen, you'll get the truth."

Jungkook was still surprised about how nonchalant she seemed, but he could only guess it was from her so-called interactions with the other members. Did they really talk to her that much to the point where she was sharing information this....naturally?

"What is this, 'Twenty Questions'?" Jungkook sneered. "I don't need to go to middle school again, thanks."

"Well, I didn't go the first time, but whatever," she mumbled, looking down at the blanket. "This is your last chance, Jungkook. This is the strongest family I've ever seen, and I've decided I want to actually help around here....well, at least help the people who have chosen to use my contribution. We're going to use whatever I have to destroy Letchner. If you want to take him down too, you're going to have to use what I say as the truth." She looked up and met his eyes. "Whatever you want. I'll be just as honest as I've always been. Only this time, you can actually believe me."

Jungkook had always wanted to take Letchner down, even if Miyeon had never showed up. It was true that her help with Letchner meant regarding every piece of information she gave as fact, otherwise it would be useless. And he had questions, alright. Questions that have been clinging to his mind every minute of the day. 

But once he took her offer, there was no backing out. No more pointless fighting with her. She wouldn't be a stupid street rat anymore, she would be a legitimate person. An actual asset. If she was keeping the promise real, he could know about her past, her experiences, her plans....but it would mean giving up the power he had over her. 

Jungkook already began formulating the perfect insult to say before walking out of the room. There was no way he could trust Miyeon. He couldn't let down his guard like that.

Maybe that's why you're not out in the field right now.

He paused. It was like Jimin was right in his ear.

If you want Monster to treat you like an adult, you have to act like one. 

He sighed for the millionth time. I can't believe I'm doing this. This adult shit better be worth it.

"Okay, Pri--Miyeon. Let's talk."