Unexpected// J.JKFF

Chapter 32

The moonlight streamed through the windows of the grand mansion, casting long shadows in the dimly lit room. YN stood over Mr. Jeon's sleeping figure, her eyes narrowed in cold determination. Slowly, she drew her knife, its blade glinting ominously in the pale light. She crawled onto the bed, poised to strike.

Just as she raised her hand to plunge the knife into his chest, Mr. Jeon's eyes flew open. With a burst of speed, he grabbed her wrist, stopping the blade inches from his heart. Their eyes locked, his wide with shock and hers burning with fury.

With a powerful shove, Mr. Jeon pushed YN off the bed. She tumbled to the floor, the knife clattering beside her. He leapt from the bed and bolted for the door.

"Run all you want," YN snarled, her voice low and menacing as she picked herself up. "In the end, you will die by my hand."

Mr. Jeon’s heart pounded in his chest as he dashed down the hallway, his feet barely touching the ground. Reaching Jungkook's door, he banged on it frantically. "Jungkook! Jungkook! Help!"

There was no response. Panic surged through him as he turned to see YN approaching, a sinister smirk playing on her lips. He gulped, his throat dry with fear, and turned to flee down the staircase, taking them two at a time.

YN followed at a leisurely pace, her eyes never leaving him. "There's nowhere to hide, Mr. Jeon," she taunted, her voice echoing in the empty house. "You can run, but you can't escape me."

Mr. Jeon reached the bottom of the stairs, his mind racing as he tried to think of a way out. He darted towards the living room, hoping to find a weapon or a place to hide. But as he rounded the corner, he stumbled, crashing into a table and knocking over a lamp. The sound of shattering glass filled the air.

"You’re only making this more fun for me," YN called out, her tone dripping with malice as she descended the stairs. "You think you can escape, but you're only prolonging the inevitable."

Mr. Jeon picked himself up, his eyes scanning the room desperately. He grabbed a heavy candlestick from the mantel, gripping it tightly as he backed into a corner. "Stay away from me!" he shouted, his voice trembling with fear.

YN stepped into the room, her eyes glinting with a dangerous light. She moved slowly, methodically, like a predator stalking its prey. "You really think that will stop me?" she asked, her voice soft but deadly. "You have no idea what I'm capable of."

Mr. Jeon swung the candlestick, but YN easily sidestepped, her movements fluid and precise. She lunged at him, and he stumbled back, his fear mounting as she closed the distance between them.

"Why are you doing this?" he gasped, his back against the wall.

YN tilted her head, a cruel smile spreading across her face. "Because you deserve it," she whispered. "And because I can."

With a final, desperate lunge, Mr. Jeon tried to strike her again, but YN was too quick. She grabbed his arm, twisting it painfully, and forced him to drop the candlestick. As he cried out in pain, she raised her knife, the blade gleaming in the moonlight.

"This is the end for you," she said softly, her eyes cold and unfeeling. "Goodbye, Mr. Jeon."

But just as she was about to strike, a door burst open behind them. "Stop!" a voice shouted.

Mr. Jeon and YN turned and saw Mr. Lee standing in the doorway.

"YN, don't you think I should be the one to kill him?" Mr. Lee said, stepping into the room. He walked over and grabbed Mr. Jeon by the collar, his eyes filled with hatred. "Jeon Min-soo, you destroyed my family."