In This House // BTS Mafia au

Chapter Twenty-Two

Jungkook couldn't sleep. Not when he knew she was on the floor, no more than a few feet away behind him.

He knew as soon as he did it that he shouldn't have thrown her off the bed. He should've left her alone, slept on the couch or with someone else, but he made the mistake of taking his frustrations out on her. Jimin would not be happy to hear that.

Jimin......

Junkgook still couldn't believe it. He had completely snapped earlier, yelling, swearing, going crazy in the living room when they were all waiting to see how the surgery went to remove the bullet. The others were naturally just as anxious, but Yoongi was the first to get fed up enough with his temper to send Jungkook to bed. That made Jungkook more angry.

And now Miyeon was the one to take it. 

He couldn't help but think about her words, too. She was right. The other members may have been sick of his temper and anger, but Miyeon was used to it. He kept 'throwing her away', but she was there.....to talk to......

But she wouldn't want to now.

He rolled over. His brain felt like it would explode. 

"Miyeon?"

No movement. No noise. Jungkook couldn't imagine her being asleep yet. She was probably just ignoring him.

He sighed, knowing what he had to do. "Fuck, I'm sorry, Miyeon, okay? I just freaked out."

"Fuck you." She didn't even turn around to say it.

Jungkook groaned. Stubborn prick as usual. "I'm fucking stressed out, okay? It shouldn't be on you, so I'm sorry. I'm just worried about Jimin."

She finally turned on the floor. Jungkook saw her expression despite the little light in the room, and she was clearly surprised.

Shit. He never told her. She didn't know.

"Was Jimin the one who.....?"

"Screamed? Yeah." Jungkook stifled a shudder. "Marcono shot him."

Miyeon's eyes widened. "What?"

"Marcono was the guy that Jimin, Tae, and Hoseok went after. He's teamed up with Letchner so he could have the power behind him to fight back against us. And he fucking got Jimin first."

Miyeon looked like she was processing it all. Jungkook just felt a little less stressed knowing she wouldn't be aggressive towards him all night.

"What's gonna happen to him?" she asked in a small voice. Jungkook thought the question was sort of childish.

"The hell if I know," he grunted. "I sort of freaked out before coming in here, too. They said they'd tell me later when the 'situation was calmer'." 

Jungkook sat up against the headboard of his bed, then saw Miyeon try to do the same against his dresser. Her face twisted up in pain, and Jungkook realized he had left her on the ground. He stood up from the bed, reaching down for Miyeon. "Come on, you can sleep on the bed."

Miyeon took his hand, grunting as she shakily rose to her feet. Jin had mentioned she would be on her feet soon, but it didn't look like it. Miyeon grasped his hand hard while she wavered around, before groaning and falling on the bed. 

She swore under her breath. "Fuck Letchner. He's hurt someone for real now."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what happens to me really doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things," Miyeon said. "Letchner abusing me is one thing. But Jimin is a part of this family, and this family is powerful. I don't know what Letchner's planning, but if his start is an attack from someone as small as Marcono onto someone as big as Jimin, then he's either fucking stupid or has something even worse in store."

Jungkook didn't completely understand her explanation. No matter if it was her, or Jimin, or anyone, if Letchner hurt someone, it mattered.

"Well, technically we don't know if this was a part of a big plan or not. All Hoseok told me was that about six men jumped them, a few with a Letchner logo, and Marcono with a gun." Jungkook went to the dresser and pulled out a change of clothes. "Letchner could be throwing Marcono out for acting out."

"I get it," Miyeon said. "Let's fucking hope."

Jungkook started popping his shirt off over his head. "Eyes closed, prick."

Miyeon scowled at his name-calling but covered her eyes as Jungkook changed. He didn't have a problem with the shirtless part, but he was changing shorts. And Jimin always joked with him, "You could wash clothes on that stomach, Kookie."

Jimin. Everything he thought about seemed to go back to him. 

He finished changing and walked over to the bed. "You can open now."

Miyeon took her hands off her eyes. "Where am I gonna sleep?"

Jungkook sighed, crossing his arms. "I guess you're in here with me."

Jungkook saw Miyeon swallow hard. Was it weird to share a bed with her, fuck yeah, but he could care less. With Jimin's shot, every other problem seemed incomparable. 

Miyeon moved over towards the wall, leaving Jungkook plenty of room. She turned and faced the wall, and he climbed in to face the other way. It was silent again as he tried to turn his mind off from the racing thoughts of Jimin. He imagined she was doing something similar.

"Jungkook?" her voice rang out. It sounded softer; maybe it was how she got when she was sleepy.

"Yeah?"

"I'm.....I'm sorry. I never really said that yet." Jungkook could feel her roll around in bed, so he turned to. Their faces were only about a foot apart.

"I'm sorry about Jimin, I'm sorry about Letchner, I'm sorry you have his next of kin in your fucking bed right now.....I'm just--"

"Don't apologize," Jungkook said shortly. "This isn't your fault. It's only Letchner's. You didn't ask for this just like how Jimin didn't ask for a bullet in him."

Miyeon nodded slowly, but he still saw the guilt in her face. 

"Seriously, Miyeon."

She looked up at him. Her eyes reflected the dull light of the lamp in the corner. "Thanks, Jungkook."

She turned back around, leaving Jungkook to fall asleep under the wash of lamp light. He had been too lazy to turn it off, and besides, he remembered Miyeon wanting a light on when she slept.