Who? (Jungkook FF)

Chapter 126

I step out of the car as Changmin holds the door open for me.

"You don't have to. I can do it myself," I murmur, though my voice lacks conviction.

"It's my job," he replies simply.

I nod slightly, a silent acknowledgment of his role. He's aging—perhaps late 30s or early 40s—but his presence is as unwavering as ever.

Just as I turn toward the mansion, something tugs at my mind. I hesitate, then glance back at him.

"Will you tell Jungkook that I just went out?"

Changmin meets my gaze, his face unreadable.

Jungkook already knows. He always does.

"This is his mansion. There's nothing he doesn't know," Changmin states matter-of-factly.

I frown. "If you don't tell him, then he won't know."

Silence.

His lack of response fuels my frustration, but I bite my tongue. Jungkook's men are fiercely loyal, and pushing further will get me nowhere.

I take a slow breath and head inside.

As soon as I step into the hallway, I yank my phone from my pocket. My fingers tremble as I hover over Jin's contact.

He told me not to call.

But I can't ignore this feeling.

Screw it.

I slip into the guest washroom, locking the door behind me. Without hesitation, I press call.

It rings.

And rings.

And rings.

No answer.

I try again.

Still nothing.

I try once more, but the call goes straight to voicemail.

"Ugh, Jin!" My voice cracks as panic claws at my chest.

Why do you do this to me?

Why do you make my heart feel so heavy?

My stomach twists. I don't care if nothing is happening—I just need to know.

I drop my phone onto the counter, gripping the edges of the sink to steady myself. My breathing is uneven. I feel like crying, but I swallow it down.

Everything is fine.

Changmin is here.

The mansion is guarded.

Nothing is happening.

Right?

But then why are my hands shaking?

I stare at my trembling fingers, my heart hammering. I try to take a deep breath, but my chest feels too tight.

Then—

A voice outside the door.

"Y/N, are you inside?"

I freeze.

Jungkook.

My pulse spikes.

He's looking for me.

I've been gone too long.

Stupid, Y/N. I should've gone straight back to bed.

"Babe?" His voice softens, but there's something in it—something that makes my heart lurch.