Mr. Jeon's Baby Girl ( Jeon Jungkook FF 🔞)

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Yn 's pov :

This time, I didn't dial Jungkook's number. Instead, I found Tae ' s

contact and pressed the call button with urgency. I needed answers.

The phone rang, each tone dragging on painfully as I gripped the device in my hand, silently begging for it to pick up.

When the call finally connected, I felt a flicker of relief, but it quickly turned to anxiety as Taehyung's voice came through the speaker, a strained, quiet tone that set my nerves on edge.

"Taehyung... please. What's happening?" My voice was barely above a whisper, but it felt like I was screaming into the phone. "Where's Jungkook? Is he okay?"

I stood frozen, my heart beating in my throat as I waited for Taehyung to speak. The silence stretched on, thick with tension.

My mind raced-was he going to tell me the truth? Was Jungkook really hurt?

"Taehyung, please," I whispered into the phone, my voice trembling. "Tell me the truth. What happened to him?"

There was a pause, and I could almost hear him take a breath on the other end.

His voice came through, quieter than usual, but strangely calm. "It's nothing serious, YN. Just a scratch. We're fine. Jungkook's fine."

I froze, the words sinking into my chest like ice. The relief should have been instantaneous, but something didn't sit right with me.

Taehyung's tone, the way he hesitated before speaking-none of it felt genuine. I could tell he was holding something back, but I couldn't place what.

"A scratch?" I repeated slowly, my voice quiet, testing the waters. "He's fine? You're sure?"

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry about it," Taehyung replied too quickly, his voice more forced now. "We're just waiting for the area to clear. We'll head back once it's safe."

I felt my stomach twist. The words didn't match the urgency I had felt earlier, and my instincts told me something was terribly off. He
wasn't telling me everything.

"I can't just sit here, Taehyung," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, though the fear was creeping in. "Tell me what really happened. Is Jungkook okay or not?"

Another pause. Then Taehyung spoke again, but this time his words were rushed, almost dismissive. "YN, please. I'm not going to lie to you, we're fine. Everything's under control. Jungkook's just... tired. That's all. You'll see him soon, okay?"

I swallowed hard, my throat tight. My mind was screaming at me that something wasn't right.

The pieces didn't fit, and I could feel my pulse quicken with a mix of frustration and fear. But I couldn't press him further-not now. Not when he was trying to calm me down.

"You're sure?" I asked again, my voice was quieter this time.

"Yeah," Taehyung replied, a little more softly now. "Just... stay inside. Don't do anything crazy. We'll be back soon."

The line clicked off, and I stood there in stunned silence. My fingers gripped the phone, my chest tight and heavy.

I had never doubted Taehyung before, but something about his words-his lies-felt wrong.

The ache in my chest flared up again, stronger this time, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being kept in the dark.

Jungkook wasn't just tired. Taehyung was hiding something, and it was more than just a scratch.