Who? (Jungkook FF)

Chapter 127

I am in the car, seems like a quite long journey.

"Where are we going?" I ask Jin while my eyes focus on the road.

"In a hiding place".

"Where is it?"

"Thinking of a room. Maybe a remote pension in the mountains of Namyangju".

That is so discreet place. I feel scared but I should be fine. I'm with Jin...

I turn my head to him, he's been staring at me with an empty gaze.

"Why do you look at me like that?" I ask.

Jin suddenly smirks, "Are you scared? That Im actually an evil guy"

I frown, "Stop. You creep me out".

He brings his face close to me, "I'm serious, Y/n"

I feel a lump in my stomach. I don't feel good, my face pale.

Jin laughs, "I'm kidding, y/n. We're getting taehyung soon" he says.

I feel relieved and slap his arm, "You're crazy, it is not time for your crazy joke" I say.

He laughs, "I know" he says while staring at her innocent face.

Too innocent or just too dumb?

Jungkook sits in his leather chair, his fingers drumming against the polished wood of his desk. His dark eyes are sharp, locked onto Changmin, who stands stiffly before him. The air in the office is thick, suffocating, waiting for something to break.

"What do you have to say?" Jungkook's voice is low, but his authority cuts through the silence like a blade.

Then, unexpectedly, Changmin drops to his knees.

Jungkook's expression hardens. A slow blink. A flicker of something unreadable in his gaze.

"Master..." Changmin swallows, his throat dry, his hands clenched into fists against his thighs. He forces himself to continue. "Mrs. Jeon..."

A beat.

"Mrs. Jeon has been kidnapped."

Jungkook's entire body tenses.

"She was forced into an car and taken away. We lost them."

Silence. Cold, suffocating silence.

Then—movement.

Jungkook rises from his chair, slow and deliberate. His footsteps echo against the marble floor as he approaches. Each step drags the air from Changmin's lungs, suffocating him in the sheer weight of what's coming.

Then, a sudden, brutal crack.

Jungkook's boot collides with Changmin's face, sending him sprawling onto the floor. Pain erupts through his skull, but before he can register it, another kick lands—then another.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?" Jungkook's voice is raw, violent, his fury spilling into the air like a storm. "YOU LET THEM TAKE MY WIFE? YOU FUCKING LET THEM?"

Another kick, this time to the ribs. Changmin groans, coughing as he struggles to breathe. The room sways in his vision.

Jungkook is losing control, his rage a wildfire. He's never felt fear like this—never. The thought of Y/N, taken, helpless, in the hands of the enemy—

His stomach twists violently. His muscles seize, his body trembling with something beyond anger. His own breath is choking him, clawing up his throat. Then, as if his legs can't support the weight of his own fury, he stumbles back and drops to the floor.