Who? (Jungkook FF)

Chapter 120

          Jungkook pulls his car to a stop in front of Compose Coffee. His jaw tightens as he watches through the windshield.

She's there. Y/N.

Standing outside, her laughter rings out, too much laughter, her face glowing with a brightness that stabs him in the chest. And why? Because of him —Haru. A mere guy.

Jungkook's grip on the steering wheel tightens until his knuckles whiten. Jealousy claws through him like a wildfire, unrelenting. That laughter, those smiles, that delight—those are meant for him. Only him.

Pulling out his phone, he dials. His voice is cold, sharp. "I want every conversation recorded. Every word."

He doesn't look away from her, eyes glued to the scene as Haru leans closer. Y/N tilts her head, still laughing.

Then, Jungkook just waits, simmering in silence, his stare unyielding.

          The outing with Haru wraps up later than I expect. By the time I check the clock, it's already 6:30 p.m. My curfew is 7:00 p.m. I don't know what time Jungkook will be home, but I can't risk being late again.

Driving through the familiar streets, my thoughts drift.

Taehyung... the money.

Two hundred million won. I need to know how much I have left. The stash is in the villa, hidden in the drawer under the bed.

I decide to make a quick stop.

While waiting at a red light, I text Jungkook:

Me: Hi...
Me: I'm actually outside now.*
Me: I'm sorry, but I'll be home late. I need to stop by the villa.

Seconds tick by. No reply. I frown but set my phone aside as the light turns green.

           Jungkook watches her car pull out of the parking lot, his own trailing at a safe distance.

Her message flashes across his phone screen. He reads it in the notification bar, his expression darkening.

She's going to the villa?

His mind spins, filling with doubt and suspicion. Is she really going there? Or is this some excuse to meet Haru? His thoughts spiral further: What if she's inviting Haru to the villa? Alone... a man and a woman...

He doesn't trust himself to think straight, but he keeps following her. Quietly. Relentlessly.

When she actually pulls into the villa driveway, his jaw tightens. His doubts don't dissipate; they multiply.

He parks a distance away, watching as she disappears inside.

            Inside the villa, I pull out the drawer and stare at the stack of cash.

"Damn... no way!" My heart races as I start counting. "190 million? Is that all that's left?"

I sit on the edge of the bed, running the numbers in my head. "No, no... I must've miscalculated. Dumb Y/N math—710 million? No, wait... 810 million?!" My voice grows more frantic. "I had 1 billion won!"

I groan, pacing the room. "Jungkook, this isn't enough. We need at least 5 billion for another child!" My thoughts turn sarcastic, mocking even myself. "Last time, I got 1 billion when I had Seol. Now I'm pregnant again. Should I just... ask for another advance? Is that even a thing?"

I laugh bitterly, shaking my head.

The jewellery's collection at mansion comes across my head.. What if I sell some? But no, that's impossible. Jungkook controls it all. The housekeeper manages the pieces, and she'd report anything missing in a heartbeat.