Be My One

I Know

The underline part is the double meaning of the conversation

Jiwon is utterly exhausted by the suffocating atmosphere at the base. Though she spends most of her time either locked away in her hospital wing or in her private quarters, she can feel the weight of eyes constantly watching her, like vultures circling. It's no surprise—almost all the high-ranking officials here are on the General's side, and she knows she has to tread carefully. Soohyun had ensured extra security for her, but he couldn't even guard her from every potential threat lurking in the shadows. The General would stop at nothing to see her dead.

What baffles Jiwon, though, is how the General is still so confident that Blue Moon isn't onto him. How clueless can he be? Jiwon almost feels sorry for him—almost.

The sound of footsteps pulls her from her thoughts. "Jiwon-ah," comes a familiar voice. She glances up to see Eunjae approaching, her movements brisk and purposeful. From her tense body language, Jiwon knows that Eunjae has brought news—news that isn't good.

"Do we have any patients for surgery today?"

"Do you have anything about General that you need to tell me now?" Jiwon starts the conversation, and she knows Eunjae completely understands its meaning.

"Yes, and I will send you the documents, I hope you can check on the patient as soon as possible."

"Yeah, I will send the information for you, and you need to check it out as soon as possible." Jiwon sensed the urgency in Eunjae's voice.

"Alright, thank you," she replies with a small nod, her eyes flicking briefly to the flash drive Eunjae places on her desk. The woman leaves quickly, not wanting to linger, and Jiwon is keenly aware that her room is likely under surveillance.

Stretching lazily to appear as though she's relaxing, Jiwon taps her fingers against the desk in a specific rhythm—an encoded signal to the base. Play the CCTV on a loop. She waits a few seconds, pretending to leaf through a stack of documents as if everything is normal. Then, almost imperceptibly, her phone vibrates against the desk. Success. The base team has already hacked the cameras.

"This old man wants to play with death, huh?" Jiwon murmurs to herself. Simultaneously, she dials Soohyun's number, waiting for his voice to greet her.

Jiwon plugged the flash drive into her laptop with a quiet sense of dread. She plugs the flash drive into her laptop, feeling a familiar surge of adrenaline as she navigates to the only folder on the drive. She already knew what she would find—she had been gathering bits and pieces of the General's crimes for months now—but each new file, each new document, brought her closer to unraveling the web of corruption that he had woven. Her hand hovered over the keyboard for a moment as she steeled herself for what was coming. This wasn't just about survival anymore. It was personal.

As the folder opened, a series of files and images appeared on the screen—dossiers, surveillance footage, financial records. But the pictures were what caught her attention first. They were graphic, disturbing even for someone as hardened as her. Rows of underage girls, their faces pale and frightened, standing in the shadow of the General's so-called "entertainment clubs." The brothels were thinly disguised as high-end establishments, catering to powerful men who knew exactly what they were buying—youth and innocence, sold at a steep price.

Jiwon's hands tightened into fists as she clicked through the images. The General wasn't just running an illicit empire; he was trafficking in lives. Girls and boys, barely old enough to understand what was happening to them, smuggled across borders, sold into a life of abuse and exploitation. Some of them didn't survive, and the ones who did were too broken to ever return to a normal life.