In This House // BTS Mafia au

Chapter Thirty-Nine

"Good morning, Miyeon!"

"Good morning, Monst....Jungkook?!"

Miyeon nearly leapt out of the bed from excitement. Jungkook was walking in, with a crutch of course, but a smile gleamed across his face. It was the first time she had seen him at all in three weeks; sometimes Mr. Jin let her call him on the phone, but neither of them were mobile until now. In the three weeks, Miyeon was essentially bedridden from her ribs, her head, her leg, but most importantly, her mind. It took  long time to recover from ending Letchner's life. In the time that she was taken, Letchner thankfully hadn't practiced his sick, sexual obsession with her, but he had hurt her, too. 

It took her all back to the days when there was no escape, no Bangtan, just the four walls of her bedroom and his disgusting presence. 

It was easy to pull the rigger on Lecthner when he was killing Jungkook...there was a gun a few feet away, lost from somebody in the heat of the fight. It was simple. Easy. But forgetting the past, recalling the image of him dropping to the ground dead, and seeing every bruise and cut and scar he left on her body...that was hard.

Mr. Jin, Monster, and the rest of Bangtan were all there for her. They were all scraped up, too, but not like Jungkook. He was the only one who had been shot, and it became infected almost immediately. It prolonged the injury, the recovery, and of course, his ability to leave his bed. Miyeon could still fume all day in anger towards Letchner for how he hurt Jungkook, but at the end of the day, it was done. Letchner was dead, and with a gang that disorganized Miyeon knew everyone must have jumped ship out of it when they heard the news. It was over.

Now Jungkook was here, in front of her, beaming, radiating happiness as if he didn't have a crutch and a bandage covering his entire upper back and arm. He was wearing a shirt of course, but it was there. She knew.

It didn't matter. He was here.

"Yeah, what did you think would happen?" he mocked. "A stupid gunshot can't keep me down for that long."

He eased himself to sit on the edge of Miyeon's bed. It reminded her of old times, when her biggest concern was getting her abdomen healed and her ass out of the house. 

"How are you doing?"

"I'm okay," she answered truthfully. "Mr....I mean Jin said my vitals were good, my concussion is doing better. The stitches are clean, luckily they haven't been infected. And as for my rib, well, basically my whole day is spent staring at a wall."

That was the worst part. They needed to bring in an outside surgeon for the rib plating surgery. But staying in bed all day afterwards for days....that might have actually been worse.

Jungkook chuckled. "I knew you'd survive."

"Well, of course. We have Jin."

"No, I just knew you'd survive from the start. Even when I thought I failed you, when Letchner was suffocating me...." his eyes trailed off for a moment, probably recalling the feeling, "I think I still subconsciously knew you'd survive. You're just the strongest person I know."

"Jungkook, you almost died, too, you know. Hoseok says the scariest thing in the world was watching your chest stop breathing. But you got through it, too."

"Like I said, nothing will keep me down for too long."

Miyeon sat for a moment, fiddling with her bedsheet, tryin to decide whether she should ask the question she wanted to know the answer to the most.

"Alright, what are you thinking about now?"

Miyeon's eyes shot up. Could Jungkook really read her mind like that?