Who? (Jungkook FF)

Chapter 133

I lie in bed, waiting—soft sheets tucked around me, the faint scent of lavender from the room freshener lingering in the air. My thigh still aches from the wound, but tonight, I feel content.

The dinner was so good, I can't stop thinking about it. It's been a while since I've eaten something that made me this happy.

It's true—food really can make people happy. I didn't realize how much I missed that simple comfort.

The door creaks open. I glance up and see Jungkook stepping in, his large frame filling the doorway. Seol is nestled against his chest, fast asleep with his little hands clinging to Jungkook's shirt. My heart swells, and I can't help but smile wide.

Jungkook walks over carefully. His eyes land on me with quiet tenderness before he slowly lowers Seol into my arms. "Careful, your thigh," he murmurs, voice soft but firm.

I nod, adjusting slowly, mindful of the stab wound. "Okay," I whisper, and then I wrap my arms around Seol. "I missed you so much," I breathe into his soft hair.

Seol stirs a little, lets out a sleepy coo, and then—just as if he recognizes my voice—smiles so wide his eyes crinkle shut.

"Oh, my cute baby," I say, my voice trembling with emotion. I press a kiss to his chubby cheek.
Jungkook watches us, quietly. He doesn't speak, but his hand moves to gently fix the blanket around us. His fingers brush mine for a second, and I feel the warmth there. He sits down beside the bed, resting his arm on the edge as his eyes remain on Seol.

"You're staring," I whisper with a grin.
"I'm allowed to," he replies, voice low. "My family's right here."

My smile lingers as I stroke Seol's hair, feeling his tiny heartbeat against my chest. His breathing is slow now. He's drifting again.

I glance at Jungkook. "He's so peaceful."

"Um," Jungkook says simply, then reaches to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

I blink slowly, eyelids starting to feel heavier. Seol is already limp in my arms, and the warmth of his little body, combined with Jungkook's presence beside me, makes sleep creep in faster than I expected.

"You should sleep too," Jungkook murmurs, his thumb brushing gently along the side of my hand. "I'll be right here."

I hum in response, eyes fluttering closed.
And he waits.

Even as the room goes quiet and my breaths begin to even out, Jungkook stays by the bed, watching over us like a silent guardian.

Once Y/N's breathing settles into a soft rhythm, Jungkook rises quietly from the bedside. He leans down and brushes a light kiss to Seol's head... then to Y/N's temple.

He steps out of the bedroom, careful not to make a sound. The hallway outside is dimly lit, the silence heavy. His footsteps are silent, but his mind—loud.

By the time he's out of the mansion and into the cool night air, he already has a cigarette between his fingers. The moment he lights it, the familiar burn and taste hit the back of his throat.
He exhales slowly. Smoke curls into the air like ghosts.

His jaw clenches.

Jin or the internal breach?

Which one first?

He tilts his head up, eyes scanning the sky but seeing nothing—his thoughts running too fast.

Everything feels like it's cracking at once.

Not from the outside... but from within.

That's the part that pisses him off the most.
He can feel it now. His empire has holes—too many. And they're not attacking him directly.