Who? (Jungkook FF)

Chapter 135

"Will you give up everything for me?"

I blink, startled. "Do I even have anything to give up?"

"You have family," he says, unwavering.

"You're my family too."

"I'm your husband," he corrects quietly, but his tone is iron. "Not just family. Will you give up everything for me?"

Silence settles between us, heavy enough to press on my ribs. Confusion knots in my chest.

He studies me with that dark, unreadable gaze—the kind that makes the air feel sharp.

If she said yes... He wouldn't hesitate to kill Jin.

"I don't know," I breathe. "All I know is that I can't live without you."

"So you can give up everything for me, or you can't live. Is that what you're saying?" he asks quietly.

I smile, because suddenly it all makes terrifying sense. "Yeah. You're right. I really can't live without you now, Jungkook. I keep thinking about you all day. I miss you even when you're right here with me. I don't know why I've become this crazy."

He doesn't respond. He just stares, and something intense sparks between us—fierce, magnetic, consuming.

Then he leans in and kisses me.

I close my eyes and kiss him back. His lips drift to my neck, warm and ticklish—
until I gasp when he bites.

When he pulls back, I laugh breathlessly. "You're so crazy."

"I am," he murmurs. "You make me crazy with the things you say. You meant them, right?"
I nod. "I meant every word."

He kisses me again, deeper this time, until he suddenly pauses. His gaze drops to my thigh.
I follow it—and I know what he's thinking.
He wants me. But my wound is still fresh.
"Why don't you just... be gentle? You can have me," I whisper.

He shakes his head immediately. "I'm afraid I'll lose control. I don't want to hurt you."

I swallow. "Do you want me to... blow you?"
"No." His voice is firm, almost pained. "I don't want to be... pleased. This isn't lust, Y/N. I want to be with you—really with you. Let's wait until you heal."

A secret smile nearly breaks out of me.

Not lust.

Not wanting something from me.

Just... wanting me.

"I love you," I say softly.

"I love you too," he murmurs, brushing a kiss to my forehead.

I lean into his chest, then shift so my back presses against him. His arms circle me naturally, protectively. I guide one of his hands to my stomach.

"Our baby," I whisper.

"I can't wait," he says, voice thick with hope.

"It's still a long wait," I tell him.

He goes quiet.

This time... he wants to do everything right.
This time, he wants her pregnancy to be safe—gentle, steady, and happy.

Because when she carried Seol, he remembers the misery she lived through.

The pain.

The fear.

The terrible choices he forced on her.

The coldness he gave her.

How she cried so often, looking pitiful, helpless—when none of it was ever her fault.