"When.....will.....they....be....home?" Jungkook was banging his fist on the table lazily, hitting the wood between every word.
Jin looked over from his place at the stove. "I better not hear you hit that table again or Miyeon will get your helping of dinner. Besides, it's getting dark out again. They're eventually gonna need to sleep."
Jungkook looked outside the kitchen window. The sun was almost completely set. They had to come home soon. Unless they were out having fun of course, which just made Jungkook feel worse. He should've been out there with them.
Two plates of food were dropped in front of him, calling his attention back. "Should I bring Miyeon's up?" Jungkook asked.
"No, I want to check on her stitches anyway," Jin said. "I think she's doing well. As long as she has something to lean on, she could be up on her feet soon."
Jungkook nodded. He hadn't even thought about Miyeon ever being back on her feet. From the moment he met her, she was always considered helpless because of the injury. That was back in the alley.....
How was that only a few days ago? And now look at her....
His thoughts were interrupted by a large crash at the front door.
"What the hell was that?" Jin ran out of the kitchen to the front of the house. Jungkook stood, but didn't follow.
He jumped when he heard the screams and yells. Adrenaline suddenly pulsed through his body.
"Jin, help, he's--"
"Oh my God, Namjoon, get down here!"
Jungkook started taking slow steps out of the kitchen. There was so much yelling he didn't know how many people were there. He was about to join them when Hoseok swooped around the corner.
Jungkook's stomach lurched. There was blood all down Hoseok's front.
His blood was pounding in his ears. "Hoseok, what--"
"Get Miyeon into your bedroom!" he yelled. He looked horrible, covered in bruises and blood.
"What do you--"
"Now, Jungkook!"
Suddenly, a scream so blood-curling erupted from the front door that Jungkook's blood ran cold.
It was Jimin.
He followed orders, even though his heart pounded violently from Jimin's shriek. He tore up the steps and threw the door open to Jin's room.
Miyeon's jaw was already dropped, her entire face screwed up with worry.
"We have to go," he said, starting towards her.
"Go where?" she asked.
Jungkook didn't answer. He was busy curling his arms under her legs and back, picking her up from the bed. He was careful to not touch the stitches.
"Jungkook, what the fuck is happening? Who screamed?"
"Hold on!" he hollered at her. Immediately, he felt her hands wrap around his neck. He kicked the bedroom door back open and dashed down the steps as fast as he could with her in his arms.
"What's going on?" Her voice was smaller. Jungkook realized she must have been more shaken up then he thought. Then again, so was he.
"I don't know." At the base of the steps, he peered desperately around, trying to catch a glimpse of something. Absolute hell screams and cries could be heard from the entry way, but his bedroom was in the other direction.
Drop Miyeon off. Then help.
Jungkook went down the second set of stairs to the dressing room bedroom, his breathing becoming increasingly panicked.
"Where are we?"
"My room." Jungkook pushed his room's door open with his foot. He immediately brought Miyeon to his bed and laid her down on it, not caring about anything else but getting her safe so he could go upstairs.
He started to run out the door, until Miyeon cried out. "Jungkook, what do I do?"
He turned back. He hadn't seen her so full of terror since he took the Bearclove card away. Jungkook could see her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Just stay here!" He rushed out of the room, slamming the door shut on his way out. Up the stairs he ran, tripping over every other one in the hurry.
Where was Jimin? What happened? Why was Hoseok covered in blood?
Why did Jimin's scream still ring in his bones?
Jungkook ran to the entrance, stopping abruptly when he came across the smears of blood on the floor. Yoongi and Hoseok were the only ones still by the door.
"What happened? Where is everyone?" He pointed a shaky finger to Hoseok's red-stained shirt. "Why is there so much blood?"
"That fucking Marcono!" Hoseok growled, wiping his nose. Jungkook hadn't even realized it was gushing blood. "He joined the Letchner family to have support against us!"
Not another fucking Letchner. "What happened to Jimin?"
"Marcono fought back!" Hoseok yelled in anger. "With Letchner on his side, he fought back! I should've never trusted that lying, fucking, ba--"
"What happened to Jimin!?" Jungkook hollered. He couldn't get the sound of his screech out of his mind.
"Marcono shot him!" Hoseok yelled back. His voice was hoarse and grunting. "He fucking shot him!"
Jungkook felt shocks run through his body. No, no, not Jimin, this can't be happening.....
"I need to go see him--" Jungkook took a step to run towards the stairs, but Yoongi pulled him back by the shirt.
"Jin is giving him help right now," Yoongi said. "And Monster looks like he might fucking kill someone. Taehyung is nearly unconscious from the hits he took." Yoongi's eyes were intense. "Stay away for a while."
How could this have happened? How could the Letchner's have gotten them again?
Jimin's scream replayed in his head over and over. He was supposed to be the calm one, the one that solved problems.....he wasn't supposed to scream like that.
Jungkook's fists clenched so tight, it felt like his nails would tear his skin open.
I'm gonna fucking kill Letchner.
hey guys! hope you've been enjoying the story so far. things are definitely about to take off......
but speaking of taking off, there will be no Wattpad updates until AUGUST 6. sorry! today, I put out three chapters of In This House and one chapter of Behind the Scenes. My new milestone story, Dear Diary, also has 18 parts out! I hope you can enjoy that all while I'm away.
thank you so much for reading! I really love you guys ~
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In This House // BTS Mafia au
FanfictionMiyeon escapes a dangerous family and tries to run away from gang life. Jungkook is a member of the Bangtan Family who saves her from inevitable death for some useful information. He has better things to do then tend to a useless street rat....but m...