Jungkook's Point of View:

It was nighttime, and I found myself back in my penthouse. Sleep eluded me as the weight of the situation pressed heavily on my shoulders. Moving quietly, I entered the room where Moon was already asleep. The covers were drawn up over her breasts, and an open book lay face down on her chest where she must have dropped it while falling asleep. My chest constricted when I saw her chestnut hair spread out around her shoulders.

 Her puffy pink lips were slightly parted in slumber, and her dark lashes rested gently against her porcelain cheeks. She resembled a delicate porcelain doll—pure and innocent. Moon had no idea about her father's true identity, that he happened to be the most dangerous and powerful figure in the Kim mafia family, my sworn enemy. 

As I stood there, torn between my love for Moon and my loyalty to my father, the gravity of my situation weighed heavily on me. Betraying my own blood, the Big Boss of Seoul, the Jeon family, was an act that had far-reaching consequences in the criminal underworld.

Love had led me down a treacherous path, one where I was pitted against my own father and family. It was a ugly reminder of the power of emotions, and how they could drive a person to make choices that defied reason and loyalty.

The question echoed in my mind: Is love truly this dangerous? Could it lead me to become an enemy of my own blood, my own flesh and kin? The answer was a resounding yes. Love, in its most intense and consuming form, had the potential to turn allies into adversaries and make the world around me crumble.

But despite the turmoil and uncertainty, I couldn't deny the depth of my feelings for Moon. Love had entangled us in a complex web of fate, and there was no turning back. I had to navigate this dangerous path, torn between love and loyalty, and hope that in the end, my choices would lead to a future where I could protect the one I loved without destroying everything I had known. I couldn't help but question whether I was making a grave mistake. Protecting her had thrown me into a perilous situation, one where I was defying my own father and the criminal organization I had been born into.

The lines between right and wrong, loyalty and betrayal, had blurred beyond recognition. My actions had consequences that rippled through the criminal underworld, endangering not only myself but also those I cared about.

But despite the dangers and the uncertainty, I couldn't bring myself to regret my decision. Moon's safety and happiness had become my top priority. I was willing to risk everything, even my own life and the allegiance of my family, to keep her out of harm's way.

The next morning, breakfast was a silent affair, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that Moon wasn't protesting over food. The night had been filled with calls and security arrangements, and the exhaustion was beginning to weigh on me. I picked at my food, eating slowly and with little enthusiasm.

The fear gnawed at me, deep in the pit of my stomach. I was terrified of betraying my own father, of the consequences that could come from my actions. The thought of losing Moon, the woman I loved, filled me with dread. For the first time in my life, I, the mafia prince, was scared.

I couldn't help but wonder if all the risks and sacrifices were worth it as I gazed at my little sugarplum. My internal turmoil was interrupted when I asked her a sudden question, my voice carrying a hint of uncertainty, "If you had to choose a life, what would you choose? Staying here or somewhere else?"

Her eyes met mine, and I found myself locked in a gaze with those innocent, dark brown pupils—the unmistakable Kim family eyes. My mind wandered as I awaited her response, and when she finally spoke, it caused me to stir, my heart pounding in anticipation. Her gaze dropped, and she fiddled with her food, her voice barely above a whisper as she responded, "Then I'll do whatever it takes to escape."

"I am protecting you," I responded, my voice filled with sincerity, though I struggled to find the right words to convey my feelings.

Her voice was tinged with frustration as she shot back, "Why?" Her question was accompanied by a hint of disbelief. "What am I? A celebrity that you've fallen for? Stalking, kidnapping... then what are you going to do next?" Her tone held a mix of exasperation and resignation. "I feel so trapped here, doing the same thing every day."

Her words struck a chord within me, and for a moment, I was at a loss for how to respond. She saw my actions as obsessive, controlling, and rightfully so. I had to make her understand my motivations, even if it meant baring my soul to her.

"Love," I began, my voice softening, but she cut me off abruptly, her frustration boiling over.

 "No, no, don't 'Love' me," she retorted sharply, her tone laced with anger. "Giving me luxury and whatever isn't going to work on me! What do you want from me, huh?"

As she spoke, she pushed her chair back forcefully, causing a loud noise that echoed in the room. My jaw clenched in response to her outburst, but I remained composed, trying to keep the situation from escalating further.

"Don't yell at me!" I asserted firmly, my voice carrying a warning edge. "Nobody dares to disrespect Jeon Jungkook, and just because I've let my guard down doesn't mean you can do whatever you want."

She was stubborn, and her defiance only seemed to grow stronger in the face of my warning. Her eyes blazed with determination as she met my gaze squarely, refusing to back down.

"I don't fucking care who you are," she countered, her voice unwavering. "I won't let you control my life like this. I won't be your captive forever."

Her words struck a nerve, and I felt a surge of frustration and anger building within me. Unable to contain it any longer, I stood up abruptly from my chair, my steps heavy and purposeful as I charged towards her, my emotions spiraling out of control. In an instant, I was standing right in front of her, our faces mere inches apart. I could feel the heat of our proximity, the crackling tension that hung in the air between us. Moon didn't flinch; instead, she held my gaze with a mixture of defiance and fear in her eyes.

My voice was low and dangerous as I hissed, "You think you can defy me? Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?" My hand reached up to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her soft hair as I pulled her closer, and then I crashed my lips onto hers. The kiss was fierce, almost punishing in its intensity. It was a collision of anger, desire, and a need for dominance. My lips moved aggressively against hers, seeking to overpower her, to show her that I was in control.

Moon's initial resistance gave way to a gasp of surprise, and for a moment, she seemed to waver. But then, her own determination kicked in, and she began to kiss me back with a fiery passion that matched my own. It was a battle of tongues and teeth, a struggle for dominance in a kiss that felt like a clash of wills.

In that heated moment, I couldn't deny the raw attraction I felt for her, nor could I ignore the emotions that swirled within me. Love, desire, and possessiveness mingled in a tumultuous storm. The kiss continued with a fiery intensity that seemed to consume us both. Our lips moved together in a passionate dance, alternately clashing and melding in a tumultuous rhythm. There was a rawness to it, an unspoken need and desire that fueled the fervor.

My hand, which had been firmly holding her head, gentled its grip as I cradled her face, my thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. Moon's fingers found their way into my hair, gripping it as she deepened the kiss.

Our tongues tangled and twined, exploring each other's mouths as if searching for something elusive. It was a kiss filled with longing and a hint of desperation, a muted acknowledgment of the tangled emotions we both felt. As our passionate exchange continued, Moon's spirited words gradually melted into soft, breathless moans. The intensity of our kiss seemed to drain the resistance from her, leaving only the shared desire that hung heavily in the air.

Suddenly, in the heat of the moment, Moon took a step backward, her eyes wide with surprise, and bumped into the edge of the couch. With an almost comical stumble, we both tumbled onto the couch, our lips still locked in a fervent kiss.