Who? (Jungkook FF)

Chapter 7

        I hug my knees and rest my head against them.

This is how I have to wake up every morning now—numb, scared, confused.

That man is a killer.

He is a fucking killer.

What if...

My eyes widen. I sit up straight, my heart pounding.

Two people close to me have died—suddenly, without warning. Jia... I remember complaining about her to Jungkook.

And then my mother.

My eyes sting with tears as the ache in my chest returns. I miss her so much. I want her to hug me and whisper that everything will be okay.

But still... there's nothing that links Jungkook to either of their deaths. There's no reason. No proof. The evidence points far away from him.

Jia's death? Blamed on her boyfriend.

And my mom... They ruled it a suicide. I never believed that, but it's what the report said. Cold, final, clinical.

I sigh and lean my head back onto my knees.

I close my eyes.

Is this really all because I saw him kill someone?

A sudden noise startles me. The door creaks open.

My head snaps up, eyes darting to the entrance.

An older woman steps inside. Late forties, maybe. She smiles at me—soft and gentle, like nothing is wrong.

I frown. How can she smile when I'm chained like this?

She walks closer and stops at the side of the bed.

I look up at her cautiously, wondering if she's different from the others. If she might actually help me.

Then her eyes fall to the chain around my ankle. Her smile wavers. Something shifts in her expression—something like doubt.

She starts to question it, I can tell. The excitement she walked in with begins to fade.

"Lady, what is your name?" she asks softly.

I don't answer. I just stare.

"May I sit here?" she gestures to the edge of the bed.

Still, I stay silent.

She takes my silence as permission and lowers herself onto the mattress, facing me.

I inch backward slightly, keeping my distance.

She studies me—really looks at me—and notices my puffy eyes, the tension in my posture.

"I don't think he's going to hurt you," she says gently. "And... I think he likes you. So please, don't be afraid."

I frown deeper.

"What do you think about him?" she asks.

My face tightens. Is she seriously suggesting something romantic is happening between me and Jungkook?

"Are you crazy? He's not going to hurt me?" I snap, yanking at the chain. "Look at this!"

"He... he must have reasons."

"Reasons?" I bark. "Because I saw him shoot someone? Right in front of me?"

That shuts her up for a second.

She starts to understand now. This isn't some pretty fantasy. This is real.

But she keeps trying to rationalize it. Why else would I still be alive?