Author Pov

It was a cold evening, and the streets of the city were quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. A small, slightly disheveled figure trudged down the roadside, his eyes fixated on the ground as he muttered to himself, the soft glow of streetlights illuminating his path.

The boy had an endearing look about him, with wide, round eyes that sparkled like the moon and messy, dark brown hair that framed his face in soft waves. A bunny-shaped backpack, almost comically oversized for his small frame, bounced lightly as he walked. In his hand was a bottle of banana milk, a small comfort to the chaos swirling in his mind.

"What can I do with this owner aunty," Jungkook mumbled to himself, his voice filled with frustration.

 "Does she think I'm some muscle bunny? She made me carry those big boxes... How am I supposed to carry them with my small hands? Humhh... It wasn't my fault the glass inside broke. How am I supposed to pay for this? If I tell Kang uncle, he's gonna scold me... Oh, my bunnies, please help me! Find a way to make me disappear or... or... make me fly away from here!"

As he walked, his voice was a stream of self-pity and anxiety. It wasn't the first time he found himself in trouble, but this time, the broken glass was different. If only he could have been more careful.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the small rock in his path. In an instant, his foot caught it, and before he knew it, he was stumbling forward, his precious banana milk flying from his hand. It hit the ground with a sickening thud and rolled toward the road, the bright yellow liquid spilling out across the asphalt.

"No! My nana milk!" Jungkook cried out, his heart sinking at the sight of his favorite drink slipping away from him. Without thinking, he dashed toward the road, his focus entirely on saving the bottle from the oncoming traffic.

The sound of tires screeching filled the air as a car raced toward him at high speed. The driver saw the boy too late, and the car's brakes screamed in protest as the driver slammed his foot down, trying to stop.

But it was too late.

Jungkook, oblivious to the danger, ran straight into the road, his eyes fixed on the bottle. The world seemed to slow for a moment as the car lurched to a halt, its engine revving with the strain of an emergency stop.

The driver, shaken, flung open the car door, stepping out and looking around frantically. But to his confusion, all he saw was a lone backpack, still lying in the road next to the now-crushed bottle of banana milk. The boy—was nowhere to be found. The driver squinted under the car and around the street, his heart still pounding in his chest, but there was no sign of the child.

Perplexed and slightly disturbed, the driver climbed back into the car, shaking his head. "What the hell?" he muttered to himself, before pulling away, leaving the abandoned backpack behind.

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Meanwhile, in Lunar, a strange ripple stirred the air. The portal from Earth had opened again, and this time, it deposited something—or someone—onto the cold floor of the stone courtyard with an abrupt thud. 

The faint hum of magic lingered in the air as a figure lay unconscious.

The guardian of the portal, Kim Jennie, approached swiftly, her dark eyes sharp and calculating. She stood before the unconscious boy for a moment, evaluating him before barking an order.

 "Take him to a room," she instructed one of the attendants who stood nearby.

Jennie pulled out her phone, dialing a familiar number. "Sir, we have a new arrival through the portal," she said, her voice professional yet tinged with curiosity. "A human."

The voice on the other end of the line was calm, almost disinterested. "I'll be there tomorrow morning," came the reply.

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The next morning, a sleek black car pulled up to the entrance of an ancient building, nestled deep in a vast forest on the outskirts of the city. The air was crisp and still, the only sounds being the rustle of leaves and the soft hum of the car's engine. As the vehicle came to a stop, a guard hurried over and opened the door, bowing deeply as the person inside stepped out.

A striking man, tall and handsome, dressed in an immaculate suit, surveyed his surroundings with an easy smile. His aura was regal, his presence commanding, yet there was an undeniable warmth in his demeanor. The guards, who had gathered in respectful formation, bowed in unison.

"Welcome, Mr. Kim," Jennie greeted, her voice filled with reverence.

The man, Kim Seokjin—known to most as Jin—flashed a dazzling smile.

 "Oh, come on, Jennie. How many times do I have to tell you to call me Jin?" he said with a playful wink. "I'm not that royal, you know."

Jennie chuckled softly but still bowed slightly. "I can't help it, sir," she replied with a respectful smile.

Before they could say anything more, a maid approached with quick, efficient steps."Ma'am, the boy has awakened," she said, her eyes flicking toward the room where the new arrival had been placed.

Jennie nodded and turned to Jin. "Shall we meet him?" she asked, gesturing for him to follow."Of course," Jin agreed, his curiosity piqued. Together, they walked down the corridor and entered the room where Jungkook was recovering.

The boy was sitting up in bed, his eyes wide with innocence and curiosity, his lips pursed in a small pout as he stared at the door.  he looked, for all intents and purposes, like a lost child in need of comfort.

Jin's eyes widened in delight as he took in the sight of the boy. "Oh my moon goddess," he gasped, a delighted smile spreading across his face. "Is that... a human looking bunny?" His voice was laced with surprise and amusement.

Jungkook blinked in shock at the stranger's words. His heart raced as he looked up, slightly startled by the comment.

Jennie's expression was tight, and she quickly stepped forward to address the situation. "Mr. Kim," she said with a small, knowing smile, "please, we should take this seriously."

"Oops, sorry," Jin said sheepishly, straightening up and composing himself. He then turned to Jungkook, his expression softer now. "Hi there," he said warmly, offering his most charming smile. "I'm Jin. What's your name?"

Jungkook looked at him, his mind still foggy from the strange turn of events. "Jungkook... Jeon Jungkook," he answered slowly, his voice trembling a little as he tried to make sense of everything.

Jennie took a seat next to the bed, and Jin followed suit, both of them looking at the boy in silence for a few moments.

It was Jungkook who broke the silence first, his eyes wide as a sudden realization struck him.

 "Oh my bunnies," he gasped, his words spilling out in a jumble.

 "Was I here all night? Kang Uncle is gonna be so mad... Did I get hit by a car? But... I don't feel any pain. Did you save me from the accident? Did you also save my nana milk? It was on the road, you know. Did you—"

Before Jungkook could continue his rapid-fire questioning, Jin leaned over, his large hand gently squeezing the boy's cheek with an affectionate chuckle. 

"Oh my moon goddess, is this my long-lost son? Look at you, rapping just like me!" His eyes sparkled with amusement. "Can I adopt you? You're so cute I can't stand it."

"Mr. Kim," Jennie interjected, her smile tight but polite as she gave Jin a subtle warning glance. "We need to tell him."Jin immediately sobered up, his expression shifting to one of seriousness. He looked at Jungkook, who was staring at him in wide-eyed curiosity.

"Jungkook," Jin said softly, his voice taking on a more solemn tone. "You're in Lunar now."

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