Who? (Jungkook FF)

Chapter 134

           Jin's head slams against the corner of the table, and the haze shatters.

The hallucinations—the whispers, the flickering faces—vanish in an instant.

He lies there on the floor, staring blankly ahead.

Then he laughs.

Low. Dry. Almost hollow.

Jungkook watches from across the room,
expression unreadable.

Jin scoffs, the corner of his mouth twitching. "You think you understand?"

His eyes flicker up—bloodied, bruised, but still burning.

"You don't know what I feel."

A beat.

"What I lost."

And for a moment—just a breath—he almost looks sane.

Almost.

"What a tragedy, Minho's children," Jungkook scoffs. "The first one's drowning in daddy issues. The second one can't crawl out of mommy's shadow."

"And the third?" Jin cuts in, voice thick with mockery. "A cock sucker—just like her mother." He leans back, cocky, eyes glinting with the hope of seeing Jungkook flinch.

But Jungkook's face remains unreadable. Calm.

Too calm.

Then—without warning—his boot snaps forward, crashing into Jin's face. The sickening crack echoes, and Jin sputters blood, coughing, choking.

Jungkook doesn't let up. He plants his shoe firmly on Jin's chest, pressing down, pinning him like prey.

"Know your place," Jungkook says, voice low, edged with steel. "You're in no position to get on my nerves."

Jin laughs through the blood, defiant. "I don't care—even if it kills me. It's fun."

Jungkook grinds his boot down harder. Jin groans, ribs straining, breath caught in his throat. For a moment, it looks like he won't survive it. Then Jungkook lifts his foot away, as sudden as the strike itself.

Jin rolls to the side, clutching his chest, dragging in a ragged breath like a man pulled from drowning.

"Is it fun?" Jungkook asks coldly. "You almost met God, just so He could send you straight to hell."

Jin smirks through the blood. "Oh, a reunion with Father in hell? Sounds delightful. You should come along. It's not like you're destined for anywhere else. Or do you actually believe otherwise?"

"You can barely speak, bastard," Jungkook snaps, his voice low and dangerous. "Yet somehow you're still this loud."

Jin's grin widens, mocking. "What? Did I annoy you?"

Before Jungkook can answer, a phone rings. The sharp sound cuts through the tension.

Jin chuckles, blood bubbling at his lips.
Jungkook scoffs when he sees the caller ID. Kyungsoo. Of course.

He answers, deliberately flat. "Kyungsoo." He says the name loud enough to make Jin's head tilt, to let the bastard know exactly who's listening.

"Master," Kyungsoo's tone is urgent, almost pleading. "I am not at ease. I'll accept any punishment, obey any command—just show Jin a shred of mercy. For my sake. I know my place is small beside your reign, but still..."

Jungkook's eyes flick down at Jin, who lies on the floor, chest heaving, blood still dripping from his mouth. A twisted grin plays on Jin's lips as if he knows exactly who's on the line.