Jungkook's Pov:

I glanced in the rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of my bruised face. The marks of my father's wrath were visible, but they were nothing compared to the turmoil inside me.

I drove through the quiet streets of Seoul, the early morning light casting long shadows. The city's usual hustle and bustle had not yet begun, giving me a moment of quiet before the storm.

"So, what now?" Jimin asked, sitting in the passenger seat beside me. His voice was filled with concern.

"I'm going to Daegu to see her," I replied, determination in my voice.

"Jungkook, are you out of your mind? I told you, your father has spies on you," Jimin warned, his tone urgent.

"Then how am I supposed to go there, damn it?" I snapped, frustration bubbling up.

"Stay in Seoul until it blows over," Jimin suggested. "You can't risk getting caught. Your father's wrath will be even worse if he finds out you're defying him."

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white. "I can't just leave her alone, Jimin. She's in pain, and she needs me."

"I get that, but running to her now will only make things worse for both of you," Jimin argued.

"Jimin..." I began, my voice trembling with a mix of frustration and desperation. "You don't understand. She's not just anyone to me. She's everything. I can't just sit here and do nothing while she's in pain."

Jimin sighed, his expression softening. "I know, Jungkook. I know how much she means to you. But we have to be smart about this. If you get caught, you'll be no help to her at all."

"The last thing we need is your father finding out what we're up to. Please don't be reckless here. It's all about her safety," Jimin emphasized, his voice filled with concern.

"First thing we need to do is find someone we can trust to watch over her," Jimin said, breaking the silence. "I have a few contacts who owe me favors. Discreet people who won't raise suspicion."

"Who do you have in mind?" I asked, focusing on the plan.

"There's a former military medic I know, Hyun. He's trustworthy and capable. He can provide medical care and keep a low profile," Jimin explained. "And I know a couple of guys from the old neighborhood who can help with security."

I sighed, knowing he was right. "Okay. I'll lay low in Seoul. But promise me, Jimin, if anything happens, you'll let me know immediately."

Moon's Pov

Here is the next scene from Moon's perspective with added details:

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A freaking two weeks passed, and this damn Jungkook is nowhere to be found, like he just disappeared. I kept asking the nurse who comes every day to help me—from changing my bandages to feeding me, from giving me medicine to helping me bathe. But there is no Jungkook. Did he drop me here and plan not to come back? Or did something happen to him? My heart stings at the thought of it.

I know I behaved very poorly with him, and even worse by running away. But I wasn't in the right mind at that time. I've seen all this life in the orphanage, getting attached and getting nothing in return but some burden and the pain of heartache. I was scared to attach and get heartache in the end. Jungkook is somebody who was born with a silver spoon, with both parents and here I am—a nobody. But suddenly, the world knows me as Kim Moon, not Yang Moon. The one wish of having parents was granted now.

I don't know if I could trust myself either. Jungkook's point of saving me was another thing. He said he is saving me from the world, but what if I went to my parents? Would they accept me as a daughter?

I stared out the window, watching the city bustle below. The nurse was kind and attentive, but she wasn't Jungkook. Her presence was a constant reminder of his absence, and every day without him felt like an eternity.

"Miss Moon, it's time for your medicine," the nurse said gently, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I nodded, taking the pills from her hand. "Thank you," I murmured, trying to muster a smile. But it was weak, just like my spirit.

She gave me a sympathetic look. "He'll come back. I'm sure of it."

I wanted to believe her. I really did. But the doubt lingered. What if he didn't come back? What if I was left alone again, just like before?

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I had to trust that Jungkook would return, that he was out there somewhere, doing everything he could to get back to me. And until then, I had to stay strong. For him, and for myself.

Another two weeks passed with no sign of Jungkook. My worry turned into anger. I was recovering well; my shoulder was much better, along with my head and legs. The warm compresses helped, which the nurse used at night. She often stayed in the room next to mine.

It was a chilly evening, so I dressed in warmer clothes and walked to the garden surrounding the house. The front yard was pretty too, though the plants were not maintained, they were blooming. I looked at the wildflower patch and slowly sat down on the grass. It was still a bit difficult to sit or move too much. My hands brushed the flower petals, enjoying the moment of peace.

Suddenly, I heard my name being yelled. I stood up in a rush and looked around, seeing no one. I heard another yell and rushed towards the house. I was at the back, so it was a bit far from the main entrance. When I reached the back door, I hurried inside, hoping it was Jungkook.

My heart sank when I saw Jimin standing there with an angry face, and the nurse, Miss Lee, standing in front of him with her head low.

"Miss Lee?" I called, ignoring Jimin. The audacity these guys have! First, Jungkook disappears, and now he sends Jimin. Damn!

Jimin turned to me, his expression softening slightly but still stern. "Where were you, huh? This nurse assigned to you says she doesn't know where you are. What if you collapsed? Moreover, if you—"

"Oh, come on," I interrupted, my frustration bubbling over. "You don't show concern now. I am perfectly fine, and this nurse here is taking care of me well. The main thing is, I was out for fresh air. You know, the word called 'having peace' or do you only know how to imprison someone?"

Jimin's face tightened, but he took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "Moon, we're trying to keep you safe. There are real dangers out there, and if something happened to you, Jungkook would never forgive himself."

"Safe?" I scoffed. "I feel more like a prisoner. I didn't ask for this, Jimin. I didn't ask to be thrown into this mess. And now, Jungkook is nowhere to be found. How am I supposed to feel safe when I'm left in the dark?"

"Then why didn't he tell me anything? Why leave me here with no word, no explanation?" I demanded, my voice shaking with anger. I heard Miss Lee clear her throat and walk out of the living room.

"He was trying to shield you from the worst of it," Jimin said softly. "He's dealing with a lot right now, and he didn't want to worry you more than necessary."

"Well, he failed," I snapped. "Because all I've been doing is worrying. Worrying about him, about what's going on, about my future." I looked away, trying to hold back my tears. "I just want him back. I want to hear his voice, to know that he's okay."

Jimin stepped closer, his expression softening. "Hey, don't cry. He is okay, I'm telling you. He misses you like crazy. It's just that his father has spie on his back and your family... you know? They're bloodthirsty now."

I ignored the words about my family; they didn't matter anymore. It was Jungkook who mattered now. Being apart from him, craving him like crazy, worrying like a mad person—it made me realize it. I love him. I love Jeon Jungkook. I sobbed at the thought of him, being alone in his room, restless, unable to meet me. My cheeks turned wet, and my legs shook, feeling myself give up. But Jimin grabbed my forearm.

"Moon, hey, hey!" he panicked. My head rested on his shoulder, and I cried. I whimpered, mourning over my life. I punched his chest weakly. "Why... why can't everything be normal? Why!" I choked. I felt him walk me to the couch and sit me down, my head resting on his shoulder, my forehead on his shoulder blade.

"Please... just... please, I want Jungkook back," I said, crying out. "I can't do this anymore... please."

"I... will. Just give it more time, Moon, I promise," he said, brushing my hair. "Don't cry anymore. Jungkook is going to punch me in the face if he finds out I made you cry," he said, trying to lighten the mood.

"He made me cry, not you!" I pulled back and looked down, a tear falling onto my lap.

"Don't cry. It hurts me too, to see my little sister crying," he said softly.

"Little sister?" I asked, looking up at him in confusion.

He chuckled, his smile reaching his eyes, causing them to turn into small crescents. "See, Jungkook is my bro, hmm? Even my best friend. So... you're his girl, and now you're my sis. Hmm... you're younger than me, so little sis."

I chuckled through my tears. "So you're my older brother?" I asked. "Oppa?" I chuckled again.

"Oh!" He put his hand on his heart dramatically. "My little sister," he said, causing me to giggle.

For a moment, the heaviness lifted, and I felt a spark of hope. "Thank you, Oppa," I said, feeling a bit lighter.

"Anytime, little sis," Jimin replied, patting my shoulder gently. "Now, let's get you something to eat. You need to stay strong for Jungkook, okay?"

I nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination. "Okay, Oppa."

We got up from the couch, and for the first time in weeks, I felt like I had someone by my side. Someone who understood and cared. And that made all the difference.

"My big brother, huh?" I said softly, looking up at Jimin with a small, grateful smile.

He ruffled my hair playfully. "Yeah, your big brother. And as your big brother, it's my job to make sure you're okay."