Run baby run, for your life.

Moon's Point of View:

Adrenaline surged through me as I ran, every ounce of will and energy driving me forward. I darted through the crowded train, bumping into people without pausing to apologize. My breath came in short, rapid gasps, and my heart pounded like a drum in my chest.

Then, I heard him yelling—Jungkook was close, dangerously close to catching me. His voice sent a shiver down my spine, urging me to move faster. The sudden alarm of the train doors closing caught my ears, and my eyes widened in realization. This was my chance, my only chance.

Everything seemed to slow down as I rushed toward the closing door. The gap narrowed with each passing second. I knew it was risky, but I had no other option. Summoning every bit of courage, I pushed myself harder.

I jumped, leaping from the platform with all my might. Time seemed to stand still for a moment as I hung in the air, the sound of my heartbeat drowning out everything else. Then, I crashed onto the hard concrete floor, pain jolting through my body. The impact knocked the wind out of me, but I forced myself to look back.

The doors sealed shut behind me, the train's alarms blaring in the background. Jungkook's furious face was visible through the glass, his eyes locked onto mine. He slammed his fists against the door, his anger palpable even through the barrier but his words were muted by the glass barrier.

Fury was etched across his face, he was trying to communicate with me. I met his gaze, feeling a mix of emotions but unable to articulate anything in that moment.

The mask on my face felt sticky with sweat as I locked eyes with Jungkook. His eyes were red with rage; if he hadn't been wearing that mask, I would have been truly frightened.

I slowly stood up, feeling the ache from my fall, and watched as the train began to move. Jungkook slammed his fists against the door in frustration, the sound muffled but still conveying his anger. The train picked up speed, and soon he was out of sight, but his furious expression remained etched in my mind.

I took a step back, my mind racing back to Jimin's words—his people were in the station. Cursing under my breath, I bolted in any direction, taking the stairs down. I saw a train starting to move, the doors beginning to close. With a burst of energy, I rushed inside just in time.

I breathed loudly, feeling the eyes of the passengers on me, but I decided to ignore them. I looked around and found an empty seat. Without removing my mask, I turned to the person beside me and asked, "Where is this train going?"

"It's going to Gangnam Station," the person replied.

The person looked at me curiously before responding, "From Gangnam Station, you can transfer to Line 2 and head towards Seongsu Station. From there, it's just a short trip to Seongdong District."

"Thank you," I replied quickly, my mind already planning the next steps. I sank back into my seat, trying to catch my breath and calm my racing heart.

I knew I had to stay vigilant—Jimin's people could be anywhere. The train came to a stop, and the doors opened. I stepped out, blending into the crowd as I made my way to Line 2, my eyes darting around for any sign of danger.

I grabbed the change from my coat pocket that Jungkook had given me while buying tickets. I was thankful for the money I had for now. All I wanted was to go home and get a good night's sleep.

The sun was going down, and the weather was dropping like a rock. I was only in a sweatshirt, coat, and trousers, with a hood over my head, but no gloves. I bought the ticket and hurried inside the train, finding a seat amidst the cold air that seeped through my clothes.

My mind raced with thoughts of Jungkook. What if he found me in my home? I had wanted to go back there once already. He would definitely go there looking for me. The idea of him showing up there terrified me. Until recently, I had never known anything about my father, and now I was supposedly connected to someone named Kim. It all felt surreal and overwhelming.

As the train rumbled on, I tried to push these thoughts aside, focusing instead on the immediate need to stay hidden and safe.

I kept replaying the events in my mind, from the chaos at Jungkook's apartment to the frantic escape from the train. Every detail seemed surreal, like scenes from a thriller movie unfolding before my eyes.

The cold air inside the train reminded me of the urgency of finding a safe place to stay. I clutched the money Jungkook had given me tightly, grateful for his foresight. Despite everything, a part of me still couldn't believe the situation I was in. All I wanted now was to reach Seongdong District, to my home.

All I want now is to sleep until death and pray to God under my home's roof, I sighed, feeling the exhaustion settling in. Looking around, I noticed a high schooler sitting beside me, eyeing the kid cautiously. Clearing my throat, I caught the girl's attention.

"Um, excuse me," I called out softly. The girl nodded at me, her expression curious.

"If you don't mind can I use your phone for a minute?"

"Sure," she replied hesitantly.

I took her phone gratefully and quickly tapped the search button on Google. I searched for "Kim Mafia" and stared at the screen in shock. Results filled with information about the Kim family emerged: Kim JaeJin, the former mafia king of Busan; Kim Seokjin, the current mafia king; and Kim Taehyung, referred to as the prince.

"Oh, Kims," the girl beside me sneered, her tone tinged with disdain. "They've had a lot of family drama going on."

I handed her back the phone, my mind reeling with what I had just read. "What is it?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

"You don't know? Do you live in Korea?" she asked, clearly surprised.

"Huh," I hesitated, trying to gather my thoughts. "No, actually, I just arrived today. I was migrating for work."

She nodded, looking convinced. "The Kim mafia of Busan has been searching for their long-lost daughter. The articles say that a big war broke out when she turned two. An injured maid or nanny saved her, but that person couldn't take care of the two-year-old girl, so she was dropped off at an orphanage."

The pieces started to fall into place in my mind, and a sense of disbelief washed over me. Could this be true? Was I that long-lost daughter they were searching for?