Who? (Jungkook FF)

Chapter 136

         Dami drags her leg back, but it feels like it weighs a hundred kilos. Fear turns her bones to water. Her heel catches against the uneven ground, and she goes down hard—palms scraping, knees slamming onto the cold cement.

The impact echoes in the empty space.

Jungkook doesn't move.

His eyes stay on her, unblinking. Not a flicker.

Not a tremor.

For a second—just a second—memory fractures the present. He sees her the first time, through the blur of a child's perspective. She had been younger then. Her smile bright, almost dazzling. Warm. Alive.

But that wasn't the last time.

Today is.

The smile is gone. Her lips tremble instead. Fine lines crease the corners of her eyes, and fear makes her face look older than time ever did.
Still, none of that softens him.

She never knew how to stop. Greed kept her awake at night. Power kept her hungry. And once someone ties themselves to the gang, peace is no longer an option—it's a fantasy.

When Minho hid her, that was her mercy.
She should have stayed hidden. Taken the money. Vanished into some quiet town where no one knew her name. Grown old in peace.

But she didn't.

Jungkook steps closer.

The sound of his shoes against cement is slow. Measured. Final.

Dami's body refuses to obey her. Her legs feel carved from stone, her breath shallow and broken. She can't crawl. Can't stand. Can only sit there, trembling beneath his shadow.

"Spare me... mercy," she whispers, her voice cracking under the weight of his stare.
The moment their eyes meet—cold, merciless, unreadable—she flinches. Her gaze drops immediately to the ground.

"I don't want anything," she rushes out. "I didn't do anything to you. I just... I just want to live."
She bites her lower lip, hard enough to taste iron, hoping the desperation looks convincing. Hoping he'll believe it. Hoping he'll hesitate.

But Jungkook says nothing.

Silence spreads between them, thick and suffocating.

Slowly, cautiously, she lifts her head again.
He's still watching her.

Not angry.

Not loud.

Just... certain.

"I didn't do anything to you," she repeats, more desperately now. "I don't even know why you're hunting me. I don't know why you killed my best friend—why you tortured my daughter."
Her voice breaks completely this time.
"It's you who wronged me."

A sharp scoff leaves Jungkook's lips. He lowers himself slowly, squatting in front of her so they are eye level—so she can see exactly what sits behind his gaze.

Not rage.

Not impulse.

Decision.

"Do you know," he says quietly, almost conversationally, "how much I've imagined your face at the exact second you realize it's over?"
His eyes flick to her forehead, deliberate.
"And you still dare to manipulate me. To accuse me."

Dami's throat tightens. She swallows, but it does nothing to ease the dryness. Every instinct screams at her that she has said too much. That one wrong word is all it will take.

"I—I'm sorry," she stammers. "I'm sorry."
Her hands tremble in her lap.

"But what is my fault?" Her voice rises despite herself, fragile and shaking. "Because I loved a man? Because I had children? Is that my crime?"
Tears spill freely now, tracing down her cheeks.
"What did I do," she whispers, her voice barely holding together, "that deserves this?"