Who? (Jungkook FF)

Chapter 129

             Seol rests in Jungkook's lap, his tiny body warm against his chest as the car moves steadily through the streets.

They're in the backseat, surrounded by a convoy of black vehicles—bodyguards ensuring their safety at every turn.

Beside Jungkook sits the babysitter, present in case he struggles to understand the baby's needs. In the front, the driver focuses ahead while Jungjae, Jungkook's secretary, scans the road from the passenger seat.

Jungkook stares down at Seol.
The baby looks back at him—eyes swollen and red from crying, cheeks puffy, but now finally quiet. Silent. Still.

Jungkook feels the ache settle deeper in his chest.

Just give me more time, Seol...

He's at the edge, the end of every thought and option. No plan. No clear escape. Only this guilt that grows heavier by the minute.

"Babies are usually hungry after crying, Master," the babysitter says softly, breaking the silence. She holds a bottle of warm milk.

Jungkook takes it wordlessly, eyes still on his son. He brings the teat to Seol's lips.

Seol opens his mouth without hesitation, latching onto the bottle. The moment he starts feeding, a bit of the tension in Jungkook's body eases. The rise and fall of his son's chest steadies, and for the first time in hours, the room feels a little less suffocating.

Then, the baby's eyelids begin to droop, his long lashes fluttering. Within moments, Seol's gaze turns drowsy, and then—quietly, peacefully—he drifts off to sleep in Jungkook's arms.

Jungkook doesn't look away. He just stares, holding his son like he's something he might lose any second.

I don't want to lose you, he thinks.

Not to fate. Not to Jin. Not to this twisted world.

Something inside him screams—loud, raw, desperate.

But everything is tangled. Confusing.

He's being forced to choose.

Y/N... or Seol.

He wanted both
But the truth?

He can't think of a plan that saves them both.

Even choosing one isn't guaranteed, because Jin holds nothing sacred. The trade is all Jungkook loves... and none of it is Jin's to lose.

What if... when the time comes... at that place, Jin actually kills them all anyway?

The thought makes his hands tighten protectively around Seol, the sleeping warmth in his arms the only thing anchoring him to sanity.

   

           I check every window in the house.

All of them are covered with iron grills.

I should've suspected this from the beginning.

Stupid, Y/N. How could you miss this?

I turn my head toward Jin, lounging on the sofa like he's on vacation, casually scrolling through his phone.

He looks smug. So infuriatingly smug.

And the worst part? He doesn't even try to hide it.

"Y/N, come here!" he calls out, giggling like this is all just a game to him.

My chest tightens. Every part of me screams to stay away, but my feet move anyway.

He looks up, locking eyes with me. That grin on his face widens.