Jungkook had trained for hostile worlds. Toxic air. Violent terrain. Unknown lifeforms.

But nothing prepared him for Pandora.

The forest glowed as night fell—plants breathing light, the ground pulsing softly beneath his boots. His helmet filtered the air, but his heart raced faster with every step. This planet wasn’t dead. It was watching.

A sound echoed behind him.

He turned sharply, raising his weapon—then froze.

You stood there, half-hidden between the roots of an ancient tree. Taller than him. Skin glowing faintly in the dark, marked with delicate lights like stars scattered across your face. Your eyes—wide, luminous—studied him with caution, not fear.

You didn’t attack. You tilted your head slightly, curious

Jungkook slowly lowered his weapon, breath uneven inside his helmet.

“Easy…” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “I didn’t know anyone lived out here.” The forest seemed to hold its breath.