In This House // BTS Mafia au

Chapter Twenty-Five

"Okay....you got it...."

"No I don't--"

"Yes you do, don't exaggerate."

"Fine, then you better catch me when I fall, jackass."

Miyeon took another step. Every movement caused a little more pain in her abdomen, but she fought through it. She wanted to walk again. The last two weeks had been horrible to live through stuck in Jungkook's bed, or the couch, whichever the family thought was best. 

She was even left there when the others went to bury Jimin,  but she still felt so much sadness, it was like she was there.

It was so strange, watching the people she formerly thought to be badass killers go through grief. Each of them were different about it. Like Jungkook had said, Taehyung didn't speak for days. Miyeon hadn't even heard his voice until yesterday. Monster stayed somber, but productive, which didn't surprise Miyeon. Hoseok visited her frequently to check up on her. He wasn't particularly energetic, but always forcing a smile; it truly hurt Miyeon's heart to see someone as happy as him hold up such a broken mask. Jin cooked lots of food, it seemed like his distraction. Miyeon didn't see a lot of him unless he was delivering a meal silently. Yoongi visited from time to time, too. He was blunt, bitter, angry, but unbelievably composed. 

And Jungkook....Jungkook was still a kid. She knew he was a few years older than her, but in the end....they were both kids. He reacted like one. Crying from time to time, receiving embraces and sympathy and telling stories when he couldn't sleep. And during the day he would shuffle cards around or pace or go off somewhere Miyeon didn't know where.

They admittedly spent a lot of time together. When she wasn't with him, she just had to...be. There was no other option.

Until today.

"Come on, how hard is it to walk?"

"I haven't done it for a while! And it's not hard, I'm just worried I'm gonna step wrong and it'll hurt."

Jungkook smirked, something Miyeon hadn't seen for a while. "The ground isn't that hard. You'll be fine. Here--" He walked to the door of the bedroom. "Walk to me and we'll go from there."

Miyeon shot a suspicious look at Jungkook, who rolled his eyes. "It's a few feet, Prick!"

Prick. He hadn't said that for awhile, either.

She knew things would never truly become normal to him again, so by default, they would never be normal to her either. But this was a good distraction. His little idea of trying to get her to walk had no relation to the tragedy,  the heartbreak, the stress....it could be the only fun thing in the world of pain he was experiencing.

She took a deep breath. I'll give you a triumph, Jungkook. Just one.

"Alright."

The pain in her wound grew, but Miyeon ignored it. She never thought that something as convenient as walking would ever seem so unfamiliar to her. Once she got past the first steps, the pain became more like a headache; it was annoying, but manageable. Her balance was recovered, her dizziness was in check.

The stab wound wasn't a problem anymore. At least for now. And she took what she could get.

Jungkook did, too. Miyeon never felt like she had genuinely seen Jungkook smile except the time they 'played' poker together in Jin's room. He had a good smile, like if he was wearing preppy clothes, you would have forgotten he was a gang member. It was just as bright as Hoseok's just severely less frequent. But when Miyeon reached the door frame, she saw it again.