Who? (Jungkook FF)

Chapter 128

          My stomach growls again, louder this time. The sound is intrusive, dragging my focus away from my consuming thoughts of Seol.

I press a hand to my belly, my fingers trembling. My baby is hungry. The realization sends a wave of guilt crashing over me.

I am failing as a mother.

I couldn't protect Seol. And now, I can't even feed the child growing inside me.

I scoot closer to the door, pressing my ear against the cool wood, straining to listen.

Silence.

Jin isn't outside.

My mind races. This room is close to the kitchen. If I move quickly, I might be able to grab some food before he notices.

Be brave.

I take a shaky breath, every nerve in my body on high alert. I have a hunch that Jin is upstairs. This might be my only chance.

Slowly, I twist the doorknob and crack the door open just enough to peek outside.

No one.

My pulse thunders in my ears as I slip out, my bare feet soundless against the floor. The kitchen is just a few steps away. My eyes dart around, scanning for anything I can grab.

A plastic bag sits on the table, a food container inside. Jackpot.

I rush forward, snatching the bag in one hand. Water. I need water.

I pull open the fridge as quietly as I can, my fingers fumbling for a bottle of plain water. As soon as I have it, I turn back toward the room—
And freeze.

Jin is at the top of the stairs.

Our eyes meet.

A slow smirk forms on his face, but I don't wait to see what he does next. Panic surges through me, and I bolt.

"Y/N!" Jin yells, his voice sharp as he lunges down the stairs.

I sprint into my room, my breath ragged, and slam the door shut just as his footsteps pound behind me. The lock clicks into place.
A loud thud shakes the door.

"YAH! Y/N!!" Jin's voice is filled with frustration.
I hear him stomp away, then back again.

A pause.

A sigh.

Then, a mocking laugh.

"How dare you, you little thief," he sneers, his voice dripping with amusement. "Give back my fried rice! You little rat!"

He pounds on the door again.

I ignore him, shoveling food into my mouth with my bare hands. I don't care how I look—I am starving. My baby is starving.

"YAH!!"

Jin presses his ear against the door.

"I hear you eating like a pig, Y/N." His tone turns accusing, like a child throwing a tantrum. "You better open this door and return my fried rice. I only bought one for myself, dammit! YAH!"

I frown, still chewing, and instinctively move further from the door.

He's listening.

He can hear me eating.

A chill runs down my spine.

But I keep eating anyway.

"I have a damn key, Y/N," Jin drawls, his voice laced with amusement. "I'm letting you have your little fun because, honestly, it's entertaining."