Bunny in the Moonlight

Life in a cage

Y/N'a POV

My life was nothing short of a prison sentence.

Sure, I had all the luxuries one could dream of—designer clothes, fine jewelry, and the best of everything money could buy. But at what cost? No friends. No fun. No joy. No freedom. And, of course, no sex.

Not that I minded.

Being a virgin was not something to be ashamed of. I didn't care about the opinions of others, especially in a world that seemed so obsessed with image and reputation. But being a virgin was also a constant reminder of how caged I was. Everyone in my life expected me to be perfect—always obedient, always prim, always proper. And, according to my father, that meant staying as far away from the world as possible.

My father, Park Hyungsik, the ever-watchful CEO, often had conversations with me that left me feeling suffocated. Every single day, he would repeat the same things: "The world is dangerous. Stay inside. Don't go out. You never know who might be watching."

It wasn't just the constant surveillance or the overbearing rules. It was his obsession with safety, with control. I often wondered if he was trying to protect me... or if he was simply trying to cage me, to control every part of my life.

I didn't understand why my older brother, Park Jimin, seemed to get away with everything. He had freedom—he could come and go as he pleased, stay out all night, race his car through the streets until the early hours of the morning. But me? I had to be driven everywhere, guarded by two bodyguards, Jin and Namjoon, who were with me twenty-four-seven. Even at school, they stood outside my classroom, always watching, always waiting.

It was as if I had no life of my own. The worst part? My father never questioned Jimin's actions. But if I dared to step a toe out of line? Hell to pay.

Sometimes, I would sneak peeks out the window at the world beyond the mansion gates—the world that felt so close, yet so far. I watched kids my age laugh and hang out together, free from the watchful eyes of their parents. And for a brief, fleeting moment, I would imagine what it would feel like to just... be normal. To live a life without constant restrictions. To be my own person.

But those moments were few and far between.

I had a father who loved me, yes. But he also loved control. He loved it so much that sometimes I wondered if he even saw me as his daughter, or just as another one of his possessions.

My thoughts often drifted back to the way my mother had died giving birth to me. A piece of my mother had always been absent in my life, and though I'd never met her, I sometimes felt the weight of that loss. My mother had been a nurse, the love of my father's life, until tragedy struck. My birth had taken my mother's life. I was the reason my mother was gone. I knew this, even though my father never said it outright. That was why, I thought, he was so protective. Maybe part of him blamed me for his loss, even if he would never admit it.

My father was a man of control, but my grandfather had been a man of danger—a notorious street racer in his younger years. He'd taught my father everything he knew about racing, speed, and risk. In fact, my father had once been a street racer himself, until a close friend had died in a tragic crash during a race. The incident had shaken him to his core and turned him away from that dangerous lifestyle for good. That's when he had chosen the business world over the street racing world, taking over his father's company and becoming the successful CEO he was today.

But the legacy of street racing was something my family could never truly escape. It was in their blood, passed down from generation to generation.

As I was in the bathroom, trying to wash away the heaviness of the sleepless night, Jin knocked on the door, pulling me from my thoughts.