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This was not the

beginning of a love story.

This was the

beginning of temptation.

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Y/N POV​

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"Y/N, why are you so upset, baby? We’re only going away for a few days. We promised we’d be back before you know it."

​My mother’s voice was sweet, but her eyes were already on her reflection in the gilded hallway mirror, adjusting her designer pearls.

I didn’t reply.

I just stood there, staring at them… like if I looked long enough, maybe they’d change their minds.

Maybe this time… they’d stay.

But they didn’t.

​"Until then," my father added, checking his watch for the third time in a minute, "you’ll stay at your grandparents' estate. It’s settled."

Hello, I’m Y/N.

The only daughter of millionaires.

Sounds perfect, right?

It’s not.

People think having everything means you lack nothing.

But I grew up realizing… you can have everything—

except the things that actually matter.

Love.

Care.

Time.

Since childhood, every time my parents had 'important work', I was sent away… to my grandparents' house.

Again.

And again.

And again.

It’s not that I hate staying to there.

They love me.

They really do.

But they’re not my parents.

And no matter how much I tried to convince myself….

It never stopped hurting.

And every time that mahogany front door shuts behind my parents, I’m reminded of the one thing their money can’t buy.

I have the latest clothes before they hit the runway and gadgets that haven't reached the shelves, but I’m starving for the basics: true love, genuine care, and the kind of pampering that doesn't come with a price tag.

And the truth is—

my parents do love me.

Just… not in the way I needed.

They don’t hug me when I cry.

They don’t notice when I go quiet.

They don’t stay.

They just…

buy things.

Expensive gifts appear before I even ask.

Everything I could ever want is already there.

But the one thing I needed the most—

they never gave me.

Their time.

Their love.

Their presence.

To the world, I have everything. To my parents, I am a precious asset—one they love to provide for, but rarely have time to look at. Whenever a business deal calls or a gala beckons, I am 'dropped off' like a piece of luggage.

And slowly…

I stopped asking.

As their car disappeared down the long, winding driveway, I stood on the porch of the vast estate, feeling smaller than ever. The silence of the countryside began to swallow me whole.

I didn’t move for a few seconds.

Then I turned and walked inside.

The guards opened the gates without a word. Of course they did.

They were used to this routine.

This wasn’t new.

Nothing about this was new.

To them, I wasn't a guest—I was just a recurring shipment being delivered while my parents were away.

The moment I stepped into the hall, silence wrapped around me. The chandelier above shimmered faintly, casting a soft golden glow across the marble floor.

This house always felt… different.

Like it belonged to another time.

Ancient. Still. Quiet.

I didn’t bring any luggage.

I never do.

I stay here more than I stay at my own house… so I already have everything I need.

My room.

My clothes.

My place.

And my room here was already fully stocked with everything a 'millionaire’s daughter' was supposed to want.

​A maid rushed toward me, her footsteps clicking sharply against the marble. She held a glass of water out to me with a practiced, nervous smile.

​"Where are Halmeoni and Haraboji?" I asked, my voice sounding thin in the high-ceilinged room.

“Sir and ma’am have gone out for a few hours,” she replied politely.

I nodded.

“Tell them I’m here when they come back.”

She bowed her head slightly. “Yes, miss.”

I didn’t wait.

I walked straight to my room.

The maid nodded and scurried away. I climbed the grand mahagony staircase, my hand trailing along the cold banister.

If there’s one thing I love most about this house… it’s my bedroom.

​My bedroom was the only place that felt like mine, mostly because of the bathroom. It had a massive, floor-to-ceiling glass window that overlooked the estate's grounds.

At night, it’s even better.

Quiet.

Dark.

Peaceful.

Something I don’t get anywhere else.

It was 8:00 PM now—the perfect time. I needed the heat of the shower and the view of the dark, moonlit woods to clear the heaviness from my heart.

My room was my sanctuary, a world I had built for myself because the real one felt so empty.

It was more than just a bedroom; it was a suite that held my study, my gaming setup, and my sanctuary—the bathroom.

In my room, I have everything.

All in one place.

Because I designed this room myself…every inch of it. I like having everything that belongs to me close.

Within reach.

Without needing anyone.

So I never had to leave and face the echoing silence of the rest of the house.

​I walked into the bathroom, the marble cool beneath my feet. It was vast, partitioned by sleek, frosted glass that separated the rainfall shower from the oversized soaking tub.

It’s huge—divided into sections. A glass-partitioned shower on one side, a large bathtub near the window, everything separated neatly with clear glass.

Clean. Organized. Mine.

I didn’t bother locking the bathroom door.

There was no point. And I was supposed to be the only soul on this floor.

My room door was already closed… and no one comes here without my permission.

Moving like a shadow, I stripped out of my clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. I didn't glance at the mirrors or the expensive vanity. I walked straight to the bathtub, the water already steaming and scented with expensive oils.

​As I sank into the heat, a sigh escaped my lips. I leaned my head back against the edge, staring out through the massive glass window.

​The night was breathtaking. The moon hung low over the estate’s private forest, turning the leaves into silver. It looked so peaceful, so still. From here, the world looked perfect—like a dollhouse where nothing ever went wrong.

I closed my eyes, letting the warm water melt the stress from my body. The scent of roses and vanilla filled the bathroom as petals floated around me.

I sank deeper into the tub, my eyes drifted shut as the steam curled around me. The warm water was a literal lifeline, soaking away the day's exhaustion.

This was my favorite place in the entire house.

Peaceful.

Quiet.

Safe.

I was lost in a haze of thick, silken bubbles and the sweet, heavy scent of crushed rose petals.

But for some reason… tonight, it didn’t feel like I was alone.

A faint sound echoed somewhere behind the glass walls.

Water.

I frowned slightly but didn’t open my eyes. I was too exhausted. Maybe I was imagining things.

No one would dare step foot in my private quarters. My room was a sanctuary; my bathroom, a fortress.

But the rhythm of the room had changed. Through the quiet, I heard it: the steady, rhythmic hiss of a second showerhead.

The sound grew clearer.

Water hitting marble.

A shower running.

My eyes snapped open.

Wait.

The shower?

In my bathroom?

My heart skipped a beat, then hammered violently against my ribs.

My breath caught as I tilted my head, the water droplets clinging to my lashes as I looked toward the frosted glass partition. My breath hitched.

And froze.

A silhouette was there—towering, masculine, and undeniable. Even through the blur of steam and glass, I could see the sharp lines of a perfectly sculpted back and the powerful ripple of muscles as he moved under the spray.

Tall. Broad shoulders. Wet dark hair falling against his forehead as water streamed down his body. The glass blurred the details, but not enough to hide the sharp outline of his figure.

Masculine.

Built.

Completely unaware that I was staring.

He looked less like a man and more like a statue brought to life, unbothered and dangerously at home in my space.

My heart nearly stopped.

Who the hell was he doing in my bathroom?

And worse—

had he seen me?

Panic rushed through me instantly. Cold and sharp

No, no, no.

I sank lower into the tub, cheeks burning as my mind scrambled for what to do next.

I was exposed, naked beneath a thin veil of bubbles and petals, and a stranger was barely few feet away.

Y/N, you fool, move! If he turned around now, the glass wouldn't be enough to hide me.

​I had to do something—before the steam cleared and he realized he wasn't the only one in the room.

I quickly grabbed my bathrobe and slipped it on as quietly as possible.

Maybe the bathroom was too large and the sound of the shower drowned everything else out.

Or maybe…

he did know I was here and was pretending not to.

The thought alone made my blood boil.

How dare he?

Whoever this arrogant bastard was, he had the audacity to walk into my bathroom—my privacy—like he owned the place.

Oh, he was about to regret it.

I tightened the belt of my bathrobe, the silk damp against my skin as I moved with feline silence.

The sheer audacity of it was a physical weight in the air. This bathroom was my sanctuary, yet here was this intruder, acting as if he owned the steam and the scent of my roses. Was he truly oblivious, or was this a calculated invasion? Either way, he was about to regret every drop of water he’d stolen.

​Anger fueled my steps as I stormed toward the glass, a sharp reprimand sitting on the tip of my tongue. But as I reached the partition, the words died in my throat.

He still hadn’t noticed me.

Or maybe he had.

​I froze, my breath hitching.

​He was still under the spray, his back turned to me. It was a masterpiece of anatomy.

His back faced me, water cascading down the sharp lines of his body. Broad shoulders glistened under the warm light, muscles shifting subtly every time he moved.

He was built like a dream—or a warning. Every muscle in his back rippled with the slightest movement, and a dark, intricate tattoo coiled around his right arm like a living shadow, disappearing into the steam.

Definitely a gym freak.

Veins stood out along his forearms, tattoos curling around one arm, disappearing beneath the water.

Droplets traced the dip of his spine, sliding lower—

Holy shit.

My mouth parted slightly before I could stop myself.

Y/N, stop staring, I scolded myself, my face flushing a deeper red than the rose petals in the tub.

What was I even staring at?

Get it together, Y/N.

But then, the water stopped. The silence was sudden and deafening.

​He turned.

And I froze.

For one dangerous second, everything stopped.

My eyes instinctively traveled downward—broad chest, defined stomach—

Time slowed to a crawl. My eyes, betraying my common sense, traitorously trailed down the wet, defined columns of his chest, tracing the dangerous V-line that disappeared beneath the water droplets. Before I could see more, he whipped a towel around his waist with a fluid, predatory grace.

His gaze locked onto mine, sharp and unreadable for a heartbeat, before he suddenly turned toward the wall. He moved with such speed you’d think I was a virus he was desperate to avoid catching.

​"Who... who are you? And what are you doing here?" his voice was a low, resonant rumble that seemed to vibrate through the tiles, even as he kept his eyes glued to the grout.

​I blinked in disbelief.

Excuse me?

​I stood there, mouth agape, my brain short-circuiting. The sheer, unadulterated gall of the man.

He was standing half-naked, dripping wet in my private suite, looking like a fallen god—and he had the nerve to demand my identity? Like I was the intruder.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I let out a dry laugh.

"The audacity," I whispered. "You are standing in my room, and you're asking me who I am?" My voice trembling with a mix of fury and adrenaline.

His shoulders stiffened instantly.

Even from the side, I could see the color drain from his face. His posture shifting from predatory to paralyzed in a split second.

Slowly—almost cautiously—he asked,

“…Are you Ms. Y/N Moon?”

​"I am," I snapped, taking a step forward.

"But who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my bathroom while I’m—"

​"I am really, really sorry!"

The words came out so fast they almost crashed into each other.

And before I could even process it, he grabbed the towel tighter around his waist and practically bolted, blurring past me and out of the bathroom with a speed that left the air swirling in his wake.

​I stood in the sudden silence, the steam still hanging heavy around me. "What was that?" I muttered to the empty room. "Is he some kind of joker?"

​Despite the intrusion and the sheer chaos of the last two minutes, I felt a treacherous tug at the corner of my mouth. A small, involuntary smile curved my lips as I looked at the closed door.

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I finally stepped out of the bathroom, the steam trailing behind me like a dramatic entrance cue.

And the first thing I did?

Of course—

​I stopped dead in front of my floor-length vanity, and honestly? The view was breathtaking. I was wearing my favorite silk nightsuit in a soft, royal purple that made my skin glow.

I mean… look at me.

The oversized purple night suit, my damp hair falling over my shoulders, cheeks slightly flushed from the hot

bath—

I looked adorable.

No, seriously.

Like genuinely adorable.

Don’t judge me for admiring myself this hard because if you looked like this, you would stare too.

I tilted my head left… then right.

Hmm.

Cute.

Very cute.

A dramatic sigh escaped my lips as I pushed my hair behind my shoulder and leaned closer to the mirror.

Now, I know what you’re thinking.

“Wow, Y/N, could you be any more self-obsessed?”

​The answer is a resounding yes.

​Let’s be real, besties—I am my own favorite person for a reason.

In the movie of my life, I’m the director, the star, and the only one getting a standing ovation. If you don't love yourself this much, you're doing it wrong.

“Damn, Y/N Moon,” I whispered to my reflection. “No wonder people fall in love with you.”

I winked at myself.

Because confidence is important, guys.

And honestly? If I don’t hype myself up, who will?

I pressed my lips together into a pout before blowing myself a flying kiss.

Main character behavior.

As it should be.

I leaned in closer to the glass, pushing my damp hair over my shoulder again and giving my reflection a playful pout.

​Mwah! I blew myself a flying kiss. Truly, a masterpiece.

The moment of self-worship was rudely interrupted by a sharp knock at the door.

​"Ma'am?" the maid’s voice filtered through. "Sir and Ma'am have arrived downstairs asked about you."

My playful mood dipped just a fraction.

When someone called me, it usually meant the 'main character' was about to be cast in a plot she didn't audition for.

​"I’ll be down in a second!" I called back, giving my reflection one last, lingering look.

​I smoothed the silk over my hips and smirked. Time to go see what the 'supporting cast' wanted.

But before leaving, I pointed at my reflection one last time.

“Stay pretty.”

Because priorities matter.

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I stepped onto the mahogany stairs, the polished wood cool beneath my feet as I made my way down to the grand hall.

A smile instantly spread across my lips as I rushed toward them.

My mood shifted the second I saw them—my grandparents. My ultimate comfort zone.

​"Grandma! Grandpa!" I squealed, throwing myself onto the sofa and squeezing right between them. I planted a big, messy kiss on both of their cheeks.

They both chuckled, their eyes crinkling with that pure, unconditional love only grandparents have.

"Aigoo..Uri Moonie," Grandma cooed, using her favorite nickname for me. And smiled warmly, cupping my cheek. "When did you get here, sweetheart?"

Before I could even open my mouth, Grandpa’s voice cut in, sharp with a hint of old-school protective anger.

"Definitely because her parents left her alone again," he muttered. He looked toward the doorway where my parents usually appeared.

The warmth in the room dimmed slightly.

Grandpa shook his head in annoyance.

"When will those two realize that money isn't everything? They need to give their time to my grandchild, not just their credit cards."

​The playful sparkle in my eyes died out. I looked down at my lap, my fingers tightly clutching the silk of my purple pajamas.

Even after all these years…

hearing it out loud still hurt.

​Wait—besties, are we getting sad?

No, we don't do sad. But honestly? It stung.

Grandma saw right through my 'main lead' mask. She wrapped a warm arm around my shoulders, pulling me into a side hug that smelled like home and expensive tea.

"Don’t worry, sweetheart. Let those idiots focus on their work. You spend your time with us, okay? We’re your parents too. Aren’t we?"

I forced a smile and hugged her back, but I could feel that traitorous sting of tears prickling the corners of my eyes.

​Boing!

​Suddenly, something fuzzy and energetic launched itself onto my lap. I pulled back from Grandma’s embrace to find a pair of glowing eyes staring up at me.

“Mimi!”

She was kneading her tiny paws into my pajamas, demanding attention like the little diva she is.

I laughed softly at her dramatic way to gaining my attention.

Honestly, she always does this.

The second she sees someone hugging or kissing me, she immediately comes running like:

Excuse me? Hello? What about ME?

Mimi gets incredibly jealous. She thinks she owns the rights to my lap.

Cute little jealous baby.

Oh—wait.

did I forget to introduce her?

​My silly self ! Everyone, meet Mimi—my cat.

My dad bought her for me a while ago to 'keep me company.' Convenient, right?

My parents will do anything to fill the void in my life—buying me pets, silk pajamas, fancy bathrooms—anything except actually giving me their time.

Anyway.

Back to my dramatic furry daughter.

Mimi actually came with me today, but I was so caught up in my own feelings that I forgot to mention her.

Sorry, guys!

Even the main character gets distracted sometimes.

Mimi rubbed her tiny face against my hand while I scratched behind her ears, and honestly?

At least someone in this family acts like they can’t live without me.

“Sweetheart, did you eat dinner?” my grandpa asked softly, stroking my hair.

I shook my head dramatically. "No, Grandy." replied, a genuine smile tugging at my lips as Mimi continued to treat my lap like a trampoline.

"But I want to eat with you guys."

“Aigoo, our Moonie,” grandma laughed lovingly.

Grandpa nodded and looked toward the foyer. "Dyna, go and call Jungkook. Tell him to join us."

​Dyna, our head maid—who has basically been the backbone of this house since middle age—nodded and hurried off.

One second—Jungkook?

My brows furrowed instantly.

I froze. Who the heck is Jungkook? I’ve lived in this world for years, and I’ve never heard that name mentioned once.

The name felt unfamiliar for exactly two seconds before like a bucket of ice water, the realization hit me.

Wait.

The tall silhouette.

That Jungkook?

Bathroom Jungkook?

Wet-hair-tattoo-broad-shoulders Jungkook?!

The gym-rat muscles. The 'I’m so sorry' bolting out of the bathroom. Jungkook?

​Oh. My. Gosh.

My eyes widened slightly.

Now, I know what you guys are thinking.

“Y/N, aren’t you a total fool? What if he was a thief? Or a serial killer? And you just marched up to him in a bathrobe like Queen Elizabeth?!”

What! Elizabeth ?

​Ugh, please. Give me some credit, besties. I’m not a fool.

Okay before you guys judge me—

yes, I did think about the possibility of him being some dangerous criminal sneaking into the house.

Do I look stupid enough to casually confront a random man alone in my bathroom like some fearless movie heroine?

Please.

I’m dramatic, not dumb.

I already knew he had to be either a guest or someone trusted by my grandparents.

Because ​I knew the security at my grandparents' estate is tighter than my favorite pair of skinny jeans.

When I say tight security—

I mean .Not even a mosquito gets past the front gate without a background check and a signature. If he was in my bathroom, it was because he belonged in the house—either as a high-end servant or a guest. So yeah, I acted like a Queen because I knew I was safe.

That’s why I wasn’t scared back then.

Well…

mostly.

But now?

But now? Now that he has a name? I felt a weird flutter in my chest.

Something strange.

Nervous? Me?

As if.

Pfft.

No way.

The word 'nervous' isn't even in my dictionary. It’s probably under 'N' for 'Never gonna happen.'

Y/N Moon does not get nervous.

That word simply does not exist in my very expensive dictionary.

To distract myself, I moved toward the corner where a maid had already set out a gourmet bowl for my little diva.

And immediately, the spoiled princess began eating like she paid the bills in this house.

Everyone in this house knows Mimi’s likes and dislikes—if her tuna isn't at the right temperature, she’ll give you a look that could end empires.

Which is funny.

Because sometimes I think the people around me understand my cat better than they understand me.

​I watched her eat, trying to keep my cool. But inside? My brain was screaming. And it was in complete chaos.

Jungkook is coming to dinner.

The same man who accidentally walked into my bathroom.

The same man who saw me in the bathtub.

My brain was a chaotic mess of ‘Oh no’ and ‘Why me?’

​The man who had seen me—well, all of me—through a cloud of steam and rose petals was about to be my dinner date.

And now he was about to sit across from me like we didn’t just share the most insane first meeting in human history.

​​"Get it together, Y/N," I hissed under my breath, smoothing the wrinkles in my purple silk."You’re the main lead. He’s just… a guest. A very fit, very tattooed, very trespassing guest, A side character."

​Then, I heard it. The heavy, rhythmic thud of footsteps descending the mahogany stairs.

My heart skipped instantly.

Okay.

Maybe I was a little nervous.

Just a microscopic amount.

I was sitting on the floor beside Mimi, so I tilted my head slightly to look up.

And there he was.

Descending the stairs calmly, dressed in loose dark pajamas that somehow still looked way more expensive than it had any right to be.

Seriously, how unfair is that?

He walked into the hall with a quiet, grounded grace. His damp hair fell over his forehead slightly, glasses resting perfectly on his nose, giving him that annoyingly innocent look.

Like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.

Liar.

From my vantage point on the floor, he looked like a giant. A very handsome, very intimidating giant.

He reached the dining area and sat beside my grandfather gracefully, completely composed.

Meanwhile, I was mentally fighting for my life on the floor.

​"Moonie, come here. Let’s eat together," Grandma called out with a warm smile. "Dyna will help Mimi finish up."

Okay. Deep breaths. It was time to face the music.

And why was I acting guilty anyway?

I wasn’t the one showering in someone else’s bathroom.

Don’t be dramatic, Y/N. You aren't the guilty one here. He was the one who turned my private bathroom into a public spa!

I stood up, shoulders back, chin tilted high. I was the Queen of this castle, and I was going to act like it.

I walked toward the table, every step feeling like a runway walk.

​"Here she is," Grandpa announced proudly.

​I took my seat next to Grandma, finally lifting my gaze to meet his.

only to freeze slightly.

My heart stopped.

He was already staring at me.

Eyes widened behind those glasses like he still couldn’t believe I was that Y/N Moon.

Interesting.

His dark eyes wide with a mix of shock and lingering embarrassment. He looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.

​"Meet my granddaughter, Y/N Moon," Grandpa said, oblivious to the silent electric storm happening between us.

​Then came the kicker.

​"And Moonie, meet Doctor Jeon Jungkook."

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— Y/N Moon’s Note 🌙

​"So, besties... it’s officially started! 🥂

Welcome to my story.

And trust me—this is only the beginning of the chaos.

I hope you all liked the first chapter of Tempting The Saint ♡

I mean, let’s be real—the view in that bathroom was 10/10, even if the situation was a total 0/10 on the 'privacy' scale. But hey, that’s just the life of a Queen, right? 💅✨

​On a serious note, our Author has been working so incredibly hard to bring my world (and my chaos) to life for you all. She puts in the hours to make sure every hair flip and every awkward encounter with a certain Doctor is perfect.

​So, do me a favor and show her some love! I want to see tonnes of likes and comments flooding in.

Give her love, screaming, crying… everything in the comment section. 😌

And maybe pray for Doctor Jeon Jungkook too.

Because honestly?

I don’t think I’m planning to make his life easy anytime soon. 🌙

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YN's moon Grandparents house

Yn Moon's Bedroom