We're running in the moonlight

Could you show me the way again?

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Jungkook's Point of view :

I watched Moon from my laptop, which was exhibited inside the penthouse. It was a free hour for me, so I thought of seeing her. She was murmuring one of the songs she always hums. She had never worn one of the beautiful little negligees I bought her to sleep in. Instead, she always wore one of the big slouchy T-shirts.

I couldn't help but smile at the sight of her. She was captivating even in the simplest moments. Moon's ability to make the ordinary look extraordinary fascinated me.

As I continued to observe her, I realized that I had grown strangely addicted to watching her. It wasn't just about keeping an eye on my captive; it was something more. She had found a place in my heart, that I never thought anyone could occupy. It was both unsettling and exhilarating, a feeling that left me constantly on edge. Deep down, I knew that no matter how hard I tried to fight it, I was in love with her, and there was no escape.

 I couldn't help but smirk, thinking she is mine, under my roof. She walked around the living room from the kitchen after drinking water. She wore a simple, oversized T-shirt that hung loosely over her slender frame, hinting at the curves beneath. The fabric was thin, and the soft contours of her body were visible beneath it.

Her long, graceful legs were encased in leggings that accentuated every line, making them look even more enticing. The way she moved, the subtle sway of her hips as she walked, added an enchanting rhythm to her every step. Her bare feet padded soundlessly across the floor, and I found myself mesmerized by the elegant simplicity of her presence.

Moon's hair cascaded down her back, a silky waterfall of ebony strands that glimmered in the soft lighting of the penthouse. Her delicate features were a study in beauty, with expressive eyes that held a hint of vulnerability, full lips that begged to be kissed, and a complexion that radiated an almost ethereal glow.

I found myself longing to touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. The internal struggle between my desires and the reality of the situation weighed heavily on me. My internal struggle grew more intense as I continued to watch Moon. The way her body moved, the subtle sway of her curves, and the delicate jiggling of her breasts beneath the thin T-shirt were all too enticing. I couldn't deny the physical attraction that coursed through me.

Her blossoms brushed against the fabric, causing her nipples to harden and press against the shirt. It was a tantalizing sight, and I found myself clenching my fists to maintain control. As much as I longed to touch her, to explore the softness of her skin. My self-control wavered as Moon jolted and her breasts jiggled enticingly while she settled on the couch. A low, involuntary groan escaped my lips as I witnessed the alluring display, The room seemed to grow warmer, and another low, involuntary groan escaped my lips as I continued to witness the alluring display before me. 

Moon looked irresistibly enticing, and a sheen of sweat formed on my brow as my desire intensified. Her innocent appearance only added to the intoxicating contrast, fueling the internal struggle that raged within me.

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I couldn't believe it had been a month since she had come into my life, and I was managing to control myself, albeit with great difficulty. I was once again in my office, gazing at her footage on the laptop. She was indulging in ice cream while watching something on TV, dressed in a hoodie and joggers, exuding a comfortable yet alluring vibe.

I couldn't help but chuckle at her messy hair, but my amusement was interrupted by a knock on my office door. Quickly, I shut off the laptop and called for the person to come in. The door to my office swung open, and my secretary hurried inside, a bundle of files in his hands. He looked visibly tense and distressed as he approached my desk and dropped the files onto it.

"You need to see this, boss. The big boss sent these for you. You have to read it ASAP," he urged, his voice filled with urgency. I gave him a stern look, nodding in acknowledgment. He left the room, leaving me to ponder the contents of the files.

A sense of foreboding washed over me as I picked up the files. My entire body was still vibrating with the rage that had consumed me after learning some unsettling information. It appeared that my father's network had made a significant discovery about the Kim family. That bastard Kim Jae-Jin has children, the eldest son, Kim Seokjin, and the youngest one, Kim Taehyung.For the longest time, I believed he had no wife, no children—nothing or no one that could be used against him. However, someone had finally unearthed a closely guarded secret: he had a daughter, a daughter with whom he had no contact since her birth, all in an effort to protect her from his enemies. She remained unaware of his existence, ignorant of her true identity.

And that daughter's name?

Yang Moon. Or rather, her real name was Kim Moon.

Fuck, what?

It had taken my father's investigative team an excruciatingly long time to uncover this weakness because Kim had done an exceptional job of concealing her existence. Apparently, he had grown sloppy in his pursuit of her ever since I had taken Moon into my care. My men had intercepted one of Kim's operatives tasked with locating Moon, and through less-than-gentle methods, they had extracted the information we needed.

To my father's delight—and my own despair—Moon was the daughter of my father's arch-nemesis, my sworn enemy. My father had already set all our resources in the city on a relentless search for her. Predictably, he wanted her brought to him so he could use her as leverage against her father. Despite the man's apparent absence from Moon's life, there was a primal, protective instinct within him that had driven him to keep her hidden, away from prying eyes. He had temporarily lost his sense of reason since I had taken her.

The situation had just become exponentially more complicated, and I knew that navigating the treacherous waters of the criminal underworld would require every ounce of cunning and ruthlessness I possessed. I slammed the files down onto the table in a fit of rage and frustration. Out of all the women in the world, it had to be her. Why? She is mine! She is my love. the first woman in my heart my pride, The conflicting emotions of possessiveness, anger, and a deep longing swirled within me, threatening to consume me whole.

I was seeing red, everything was tinged with anger. I stormed out of my office and into the silent corridor that led to my secretary's room. When I entered, he looked tense, well aware of the implications of the information in those files. He had been involved in helping me set up the security and buy items for her in the penthouse.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me! You're saying this information was sent by my father?" I demanded, my voice laced with frustration and anger. My secretary nodded nervously, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Yes, boss, it's from the big boss himself. He's aware of her identity, and if anyone saw her when you brought her up, he might know. He's already initiated a search for her."

I clenched my fists, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on me. My father was playing a dangerous game, and now Moon was in the middle of it. I had to act swiftly and decisively to protect her.

"Get in touch with our contacts," I instructed my secretary. "We need eyes and ears on the streets. I want to know everything about Appa and Kim Jae-Jin's movements and any potential leads on Moon's whereabouts. And tell the security team to tighten the penthouse's defenses. No one gets in or out without my authorization."

My secretary nodded again, rushing to carry out my orders. The clock was ticking, and I couldn't afford to waste a second. Moon's safety was paramount, and I was determined to keep her out of my father's reach at all costs. I fixed my secretary with a steely gaze, making sure my warning was crystal clear. "It's only you who knows where she is, and if a single strand of hair on her is harmed, you and your entire family will be in grave danger," I warned sternly, my voice laced with a cold, threatening tone.

His eyes widened in fear as he nodded vigorously, understanding the gravity of the situation. He knew better than to underestimate the consequences of failing in this task."Go now," I ordered, dismissing him with a wave of my hand. "And remember, secrecy is your best friend."

He practically fled from the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Time was of the essence, and I had to move quickly to ensure Moon's safety. My father might have just made this game personal, but I was determined to win it at any cost.

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