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Moon's POV:

I walked limpingly, my head spinning. I was dehydrated, and starving, regretting my decision to run from Jungkook. Maybe if I hadn't run away, I'd be safe and warm, maybe even in his arms. The night grew darker and colder around me.

I wanted to go back to him, but I didn't know how. What if I returned home and those people were still there? What if they weren't Jungkook's people? What if he had grown tired of me and wasn't looking for me anymore?

I hugged myself tightly as the wind blew, trying to shield myself from the cold weather and the pain throbbing through my body. I was weak and struggling to keep going. While walking, I accidentally bumped into someone, causing my hood to slip down. I glanced up at the person, grateful that I was wearing a mask to conceal my identity. But the person gave me a creepy smile.

Their creepy smile sent a shiver down my spine. I tried to step back, but my legs felt like jelly, weak and unsteady. "Sorry," I muttered softly, my voice barely audible over the wind.

The person's smile widened unnervingly. "No need to apologize," they said in a low, unsettling tone. "Are you lost?"

Fear tightened in my chest. I didn't want to engage, but I needed to get away. "I-I'm fine," I managed to reply, taking another step back, my heart racing with unease.

"Such a cold night to be out alone," they remarked casually, their eyes scanning me with unsettling intensity. "Let me help you."

Panic surged through me. I turned and started walking away as fast as my weakened legs would allow.

I ran with all my will, fear gripping my every step. I knew I had made enough mistakes, but now survival was paramount. Those creepy people—I couldn't afford to be caught by them. It was because of people like them that no girl could go out alone after the evening; you never knew a smiling face could hide such darkness.

I sprinted straight ahead and saw a bus stop ahead. With a surge of hope, I darted inside the bus that was stopped there. The doors closed just in time, cutting off my view of the creepy figures outside. Their stares bore into me through the glass as the bus pulled away, and relief washed over me in waves.

I stood on the bus stairs, gazing out into the night, my mind swirling with fear and distrust. The driver's throat cleared behind me, interrupting my thoughts. "Are you okay?" His voice was gentle, but his concern was palpable in the creases on his face.

"I... I'm not," I replied softly, my voice barely audible above the bus's rumble.

"I'll call the cops," he offered, his tone firm as he glanced at the injury on my head. "Did those guys do this to you?" His question hung in the air, his eyes searching mine for an answer before he turned his attention back to the road.

A sigh escaped me, my heart pounding with uncertainty. Even though he seemed kind, I couldn't trust him or anyone else right now. I knew the risks of involving the police. If I went to them, they would pry into my life, ask questions that I couldn't bear to answer. I shook my head subtly. "I fell," I murmured, hoping he would drop the subject.

Even though Jimin was a cop, I still didn't trust him or Jungkook. If Jungkook decided he was done with me, Jimin would never come to my aid, even if he's a cop or whatever. Trust is a luxury I can't afford right now.

Pulling some money from my pocket, I asked tentatively, "How much do I have to pay?"

The driver shook his head. "No need for the money, kid. Just go to the hospital; you took a pretty hard hit."

I sighed deeply as I watched the bus drive away. The driver had dropped me near Seoul Hospital, and though I needed to bandage my head, I was terrified to do it. Swallowing hard against my dry throat, I stumbled inside the hospital. Dizziness washed over me as I reached the reception desk.

"Can you..." I began, my head spinning. I grabbed onto the table in front of me.

"Oh my God, you're bleeding so badly!" I heard a high-pitched voice exclaim.

"Nurse!"

I was rushed into a room with two nurses gripping my arms, leaning heavily on them as dizziness overwhelmed me. They quickly seated me in a wheelchair.

"We need to get her onto a stretcher first!" one of the nurses exclaimed urgently. "No," I shook my head firmly. "Just bandage it! Damn it!" I said angrily, frustrated and wanting to get the immediate treatment I needed.

"Let me check if you have more injuries," one of the nurses said as she opened my mask. I was caught off guard by her sudden action, too dizzy to react in time. "Give me my mask back, gosh!" I exclaimed

Both of them gasped. "K...K...Kim Moon!" one of them stammered, causing my head to snap towards her. "No, I am not Kim Moon! I am Yang Moon!" I yelled angrily, frustrated by the misunderstanding.

"You are Kim Moon," the nurse said in a scared voice. I stood up abruptly and hurriedly walked out of the room, despite my dizziness. Me Kim Moon? I pulled my hood over my head and ran down the hallway to the entrance.

As I stepped outside the building, I heard a police car roaring nearby. Fear surged through me, and I dashed across the road, running as fast as I could to get away.

"I am not Kim Moon, I am Yang Moon," I kept murmuring to myself as I walked hastily. I could hear many footsteps behind me, so I ran faster. Why, God, why was this happening to me? I didn't want to run anymore. Spotting a dumpster in a corner with no other choice, I sat down beside it on the ground, hoping no one would find me there.

My heartbeat thundered in my ears, almost drowning out the fading footsteps. My troubled body protested with every breath. And then, like a mirage in the desert of despair, I heard it: a voice, faint and distant, but unmistakable. "Moon! My love?" The wind played with the syllables, carrying them to me in a chilly embrace. I froze, my heart stuttering at the sound. Was it real, or was it a figment of my fevered imagination? "Moon!" it called again, louder this time, more insistent. "Jungkook?" I murmured, hope sparking in the depths of my soul like a flame in a dark cavern.

He emerged from the shadows, his eyes wide with relief. "Jungkook," I whispered, my eyes filling with tears, the sound barely leaving my lips. He was real, not a figment of my desperation.

The chilly night wind brushed against my bare face. I struggled to gather strength, feeling like I had lost all of it. "Jungkook!" I cried out, relieved and overwhelmed as I crawled out of the corner. Jungkook immediately knelt down beside me, his face etched with worry.

"Moon," he whispered softly, his eyes searching mine with concern. I cried out and hugged him tightly, sobbing uncontrollably in his arms, No matter how much I denied it, I always felt safe in his arms. I cried, feeling his comforting presence close to me. He rubbed my back gently and kissed my head, soothing me in a way only he could.

"I... I thought I couldn't see you anymore," I managed to say with my last bit of strength, I heard Him whisper "It's up to me to decide, love," before slipping into darkness.

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Spoiler: I yelped in shock as I hit the ground hard, the impact stealing my breath. I looked up in terror to see Jungkook on the ground, the chef lunging at him with frenzied stabs. Blood pooled around him, staining the ground crimson. I screamed in horror, crawling desperately towards him, my voice raw with anguish.

"No!" I wailed, reaching out towards Jungkook, but a fierce tug yanked me back with brutal force.