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A saint knows where to stop.

The Moon never does.

One resists.

One insists.

And somewhere in between… something dangerous begins.

He was never meant to want her.

She was never meant to stop.

A saint… a Moon…

and a line drawn too close.

Tell me—who breaks first?

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" Moon? Are you in there?"

​I leaned back, letting the warm water hug my skin while the moonlight bled through the glass walls.

I didn't answer. I just wanted to hear the way he said my name—with that delicious, shaky hesitation that told me the 'Doctor' was losing his grip on the 'Saint.'

A smile curved my lips.

“I’m right here, Doctor,” I murmured.

“You can come in… if you’re worried.”

Silence.

Heavy. Stretched.

I could almost picture him outside—eyes closed, jaw tight, holding onto that fragile control of his and I wasn't going to make it easy for him.

​Two hours passed.

The air grew heavy with steam and silence until his voice cut through the door again, tighter this time.

"Moon, if you stay in there any longer, your health will decline. Please."

​I smirked at the ceiling. "I told you, Doctor. Come in and take my vitals, or I’m not coming out at all."

​To my shock, the door groaned open. He stepped in, but his gaze was glued to the marble floor, his baseball cap pulled low like a shield against his own curiosity.

He stood a disciplined distance away, a pure soul in a room filled with my scent.

​"Moon, come out," he commanded the floor tiles. "I need to check you."

​"Pass me the towel first?" I asked, sitting up just enough to make the water ripple.

​He nodded blindly, reaching for the plush fabric and holding it out with a steady hand. He was so innocent. So certain of his boundaries.

​My hand didn't take the towel. Instead, my fingers clamped around his wrist like a trap. Before he could even gasp, I lunged backward, pulling him with every ounce of my strength.

​The crash of water was deafening.

​The Saint didn't just fall; he plummeted into my world. Jungkook emerged from the bubbles gasping, his cap gone and his white shirt clinging to his chest like a second skin. For the first time, he had nowhere else to look.

​"You wanted to check my heart, Doctor?" I whispered, watching his pupils blown wide with shock. "Tell me... how fast is yours beating right now?"

​"Wh..wha.. what are you doing, Moon?"

​The water from the shower head rained down on us, turning the bathroom into a private, humid sanctuary.

Jungkook’s voice was barely a whisper, his chest heaving under my palm. He was drenched, his professional mask washed away by the sudden plunge.

​I smiled, my fingers splaying across his soaking shirt, feeling the frantic, rhythmic thrum of his heart. "What does it look like, Doctor?"

​He gulped, his gaze darting from the water to my drenched face, then away again. "You... you shouldn't do this. This is wrong."

​"Guess what? But I already did, my shy bunny." I leaned in closer, the heat of our bodies radiating through the cooling water.

​"Moon, how could you?" he stammered, his back hitting the tiles of the tub. "I am... you are like a child to me. I’m here for your family."

​"So what? Should I start calling you 'Uncle' then?" I let my voice drop to a purr, watching the way his jaw tightened. "Because I don’t mind. I think it’s actually... super hot."

​As I moved closer, the water shifted, exposing the line of my bare shoulders. Jungkook’s eyes accidentally snagged on the sight, and the shock of it seemed to burn him. He instantly squeezed his eyes shut, his face flushing a deep, messy crimson.

​"I have to go," he choked out, his hands reaching for the edge of the tub to scramble out.

​But I wasn't done. I reached out, my grip firm on his wet collar, and pulled him back into my space. He fell back against the headrest, his breath hitching in his throat. He had spent thirty years being a man of logic and medicine, but he had no cure for the feeling I was forcing him to face.

​I leaned down, my lips hovering just inches from his ear.

​"You know me, right? I’m stubborn," I whispered. "Just like you, Uncle... or should I say Daddy?"

​Jungkook’s eyes remained squeezed shut, his entire body trembling under the weight of his own restraint. The silence stretched, heavy and electric, until a soft, broken breath escaped him.

​"You are so beautiful, Moon," he breathed, the words sounding like a confession he never wanted to make.

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Author's note

​Welcome to "Tempting the Saint".

This is a story of obsession, boundaries, and what happens when the purest soul meets a girl who has nothing left to lose.

Buckle up, it’s going to be a bumpy night at the Moon Estate. 🖋️✨

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