Jungkook had always believed that hard work would eventually pay off. For five years, she had worked at one of the largest marketing companies in the city. While others spent their lunch breaks gossiping, she spent hers reviewing reports. While others left the office on time, she stayed late. She was the employee everyone relied on whenever a project was difficult, a deadline was impossible, or a client was demanding. Unfortunately, she was also the employee everyone took advantage of. Jungkook sat alone in the office long after sunset, staring at the glowing screen of her laptop. The city lights outside the large windows sparkled like distant stars, but she barely noticed them. Her eyes burned from exhaustion.

On her desk sat three empty coffee cups. She had been awake for nearly twenty hours. The presentation she was working on wasn't even hers. Her manager had dumped it on her at the last minute. Again. Jungkook sighed heavily and rubbed her temples and muttered.

No one heard her. No one ever did. The office had become silent hours ago. Only the sound of keyboard clicks remained. A few minutes later, her phone vibrated. She glanced down and saw a message from her coworker.

Jungkook Snorted. Helping? She had done almost the entire project herself. But this wasn't unusual. Every time a project succeeded, someone else got the credit. Every time something failed, the blame somehow found its way back to her desk. Still, she smiled bitterly. That was life. Or so she thought. At midnight, she finally completed the presentation. With trembling fingers, she emailed the files and leaned back in her chair. Finished. At last. Her body felt heavy. Her eyes closed for a moment. Just a moment. When she opened them again, it was almost one in the morning. The office was completely dark except for the emergency lights. Jungkook groaned. Her neck hurt. Her back hurt. Everything hurt.

She packed her things and headed toward the elevator. The building felt eerie at night. Empty hallways stretched endlessly before her. The elevator doors opened with a soft ding. She stepped inside. The ride down was quiet. Too quiet. As she stared at her reflection in the polished metal walls, she suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of sadness. Twenty-four years old. No family nearby.no close friends. no boyfriend. No hobbies. Only work. Was this really the life she wanted? The elevator reached the Ground Floor. The doors opened

Jungkook stepped outside. Rain poured from the sky. She sighed again.

She opened her umbrella and started walking toward the bus stop. The streets were nearly empty. Only a few cars passed by. The rain soaked the city in silver light. Jungkook checked her phone while waiting for the crossing signal. Another message appeared. This time from a company group chat. Her eyes narrowed. A new announcement had been posted. The project she had completed. The project she had sacrificed her entire week for.

The project she had nearly collapsed finishing. Someone else's name was attached to it. Not hers. Her manager was publicly congratulating another employee. The coworker who had done almost nothing. The coworker who had spent most of the week scrolling social media. For a few seconds, Jungkook simply stared at the screen.

Then She laughed. A quiet laugh. not because it was funny.Because she was tired. So very tired.Her hands trembled. Her chest felt tight. Five years. Five years of effort. Five years of loyalty. Five years of being overlooked. And for what? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The crossing signal changed. People began walking.

Jungkook stepped forward automatically. Her eyes remained fixed on her phone. Another message appeared. This time from the coworker receiving all the praise.

"Thanks everyone! I worked really hard on this project!"

Something inside Jungkook cracked. Not anger. Not jealousy. Just disappointment. A deep, crushing disappointment. She lowered her phone slowly. Rain dripped from her umbrella. Cars moved through the intersection. Headlights blurred through the storm. Then—

A horn blared. Loud. Sharp. Terrifying. Jungkook looked up. A truck was speeding toward the crosswalk. Far too fast. Far too close. For a split second, time seemed to stop. She saw frightened faces. She heard screams. She felt cold rain on her skin. And strangely enough— Her final thought wasn't fear. It wasn't regret. It wasn't even sadness. It was annoyance.

The truck struck. Everything went dark. Silence. No pain. No sound. Nothing. Jungkook floated through endless darkness. She couldn't feel her body. Couldn't open her eyes. Couldn't move. Was she dead? The thought drifted through her mind. Oddly enough, she felt calm. Maybe because she had been exhausted long before dying.

A soft mechanical sound suddenly echoed through the darkness.

DING.

A bright blue screen appeared. Jungkook blinked. Or at least she thought she blinked. A glowing message floated before her.

Another message appeared

Jungkook stared blankly.

Silence. Jungkook frowned. That title sounded familiar. Very familiar. Too familiar. Then realization hit her. Her eyes widened.

That was the novel she had been reading before work every night. A ridiculously dramatic CEO novel. A tragic villain. Family betrayal.Corporate warfare. A manipulative stepbrother. An ending that had frustrated her for weeks.the villain had lost everything. His company. His health. His reputation. His life.

And somehow the novel expected readers to celebrate because the "hero" won. Jungkook had hated that ending. Now the system was telling her she was inside it?

The blue screen ignored her.

Everything exploded into white light. The next thing Jungkook felt was warmth. Softness. Comfort. For a moment she thought she was alive again. Then she noticed something strange. Very strange. Her body felt...small. Extremely small. Her arms felt wrong. Her legs felt wrong. Everything felt wrong. Slowly, she opened her eyes. The world appeared enormous. Gigantic. Terrifyingly gigantic. A wooden wall towered above her. A giant water bottle stood nearby. A mountain of hay occupied one corner. Jungkook blinked

Once. Twice. Three times. Then she looked down. White fur. Tiny paws. Fluffy tail. Long rabbit ears.

silence

More silence.

A horrifying realization crawled into her brain. Slowly. Painfully. She raised one tiny paw. The paw raised. She screamed. Except it came out as:

Jungkook froze. Her eyes widened. She looked around desperately. Then at herself. Then at her reflection in the water bowl. A tiny white bunny stared back. Beautiful. Round. Fluffy. Absolutely adorable. And completely not human. Several seconds passed. Then ten. Then twenty. Then finally— The bunny collapsed dramatically onto the floor.

Somewhere in the distance, an invisible system cheerfully chimed.

DING!

Jungkook buried her tiny face in her paws. This was going to be a very long life.

The first thing Jungkook did after accepting the horrifying reality that she had become a rabbit was deny it. Completely. Absolutely. With every ounce of determination she had. (No.)

She stared at her reflection in the water bowl. The reflection stared back. A fluffy white bunny with round cheeks, pink ears, bright eyes, and soft snow-white fur. The rabbit blinked. Jungkook blinked. The rabbit raised a paw. Jungkook raised a paw. The rabbit looked horrified. Jungkook looked horrified.

Then she immediately turned around

This was clearly a dream. A very strange dream. A very fluffy dream. But still a dream. There was absolutely no way she had died, been reincarnated into a novel, and become a rabbit. That was ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. She had read hundreds of novels. People got reincarnated as villains. Princesses. Dukes' daughters. Powerful mages. Even dragons. But a rabbit? A rabbit?!

What kind of discount transmigration package had she received? Jungkook marched across her cage in outrage. Or at least she tried to march. Instead, she accidentally bounced. Her tiny body launched several inches into the air. She landed face-first in a pile of hay.

The hay tasted surprisingly good.

She spat it out immediately.

Determined to prove she was still human, Jungkook stood on her hind legs. She attempted to stretch. Instead, she wobbled. Then tipped over. Then rolled. Then crashed directly into her water bowl. Splash. Cold water soaked her fur. For several seconds she remained frozen. Dripping. Humiliated. Offended. Then she screamed. Or tried to. What came out was:

Jungkook's soul nearly left her body again.

Another squeak.

More squeaks. She buried her face in her tiny paws.

This was a nightmare. A fluffy nightmare. Several minutes later, Jungkook finally calmed down enough to inspect her surroundings. She appeared to be inside a pet shop. Rows of cages surrounded her. Birds chirped. Hamsters ran on wheels. A sleepy cat yawned from a nearby corner. The scent of pet food filled the air. Jungkook's ears drooped. A pet shop. She was in a pet shop. Which meant— Someone could buy her. The realization struck like lightning.

She pressed both paws against the cage bars.

She had standards. She had dignity. She had once filed tax reports. She could not spend the rest of her life being carried around in someone's handbag. A child suddenly appeared in front of her cage. Jungkook froze. The child stared at her. She stared back. The child squealed.

Jungkook immediately backed away. Danger. Tiny human detected. The child's mother approached.

The child pressed her face against the glass.

Jungkook felt genuine terror. No. Not this child. The kid looked like the type to dress rabbits in princess outfits. She wasn't strong enough for that. Fortunately, the mother shook her head.

The child whined. Jungkook nearly cried from relief. Thank goodness. A narrow escape. The child eventually left. Jungkook collapsed dramatically. She had survived. Barely. As the day passed, dozens of customers visited the pet shop. Every single one made Jungkook nervous. A teenager wanted a rabbit. A couple wanted a rabbit. An elderly woman wanted a rabbit. Apparently rabbits were incredibly popular. Why? What was so special about rabbits? Besides being adorable. And fluffy. And—

She refused to compliment herself. Even if she was objectively very cute. Hours later, the pet shop quieted down. Sunlight streamed through the windows. Jungkook sat in her cage while contemplating her miserable existence. At least she was alive. Sort of. That counted for something. Maybe. She sighed. Then immediately got distracted by her own ears. They were surprisingly soft. Jungkook grabbed one. Stared at it. Wiggled it. Touched it again.

Okay Maybe being fluffy wasn't completely terrible. Just mostly terrible. Suddenly— A familiar blue screen appeared in front of her. Jungkook jumped.

Jungkook stared. Then stared harder.

The system remained silent.

Jungkook's eye twitched.

Her ears immediately stood up.

The screen flickered.

Silence. Pure silence. The entire pet shop seemed to pause. Jungkook blinked once. Twice. Three times. Then she pointed at herself.

Jungkook fell over. Again. This system was insane. Completely insane. She had been reincarnated as a rabbit. Inside a novel. And now she needed kisses to become human again. What kind of absurd story was this? Before she could continue arguing— The bell above the pet shop door rang.

Ding. The atmosphere instantly changed. Every employee straightened. Every customer looked nervous. Even the pet shop owner suddenly seemed tense. Jungkook blinked. What was happening? Heavy footsteps echoed through the shop. Slow. Measured. Powerful. A man entered. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed entirely in black. His expression was cold. Unreadable. His presence alone made the room silent. Jungkook's eyes widened. No way. She recognized him immediately. Kim Taehyung. The villain CEO. The future tragedy of the novel. The man destined to lose everything. The man she now apparently needed kisses from. The system chimed happily.

Jungkook stared. Then slowly looked at the system. Then back at Taehyung. Then back at the system.

The system remained cheerful. Jungkook buried her face in her paws. Her suffering had only just begun.

The moment the system announced "TARGET DETECTED", Jungkook forgot about being a rabbit. Forgot about the cage. Forgot about the pet shop. Forgot about the absurd kiss mission. There was only one thing occupying her mind. The man standing near the entrance. Kim Taehyung. The villain CEO. The tragic character from the novel. The man she had spent weeks complaining about while reading late at night. The man whose ending had made her throw her phone onto her bed in frustration. And now— He was real. Very real. Dangerously real.

Jungkook stared through the bars of her cage. Taehyung stood quietly near the counter while employees nervously greeted him. Nobody dared speak loudly. Nobody dared approach carelessly. His mere presence seemed to lower the temperature of the entire room. Black suit. Sharp features. Cold eyes. Expressionless face. Exactly the same as described in the novel. No. Even more handsome than described. Jungkook immediately smacked her own fluffy face with a paw.

Handsome wasn't important. The important thing was— She knew this story. Or at least she thought she did. The system screen floated before her.

Jungkook's ears slowly drooped.

Future tragic ending. Right. The ending. The terrible ending. Suddenly all her memories of the novel returned. Every chapter. Every plot twist. Every infuriating decision. Every unfair moment. And the more she remembered— The more horrified she became. The novel had originally focused on another character. Kim Minjae. Taehyung's stepbrother. The so-called hero. The beloved protagonist. The man everyone praised. The man who eventually inherited everything. At first, readers were supposed to support him. At least that was the author's intention. Minjae was presented as kind. Charming. Friendly. Approachable. The complete opposite of Taehyung. While Taehyung was feared by everyone. Minjae was loved. While Taehyung remained distant. Minjae smiled constantly. While Taehyung hid his emotions. Minjae played the role of the perfect son. The perfect brother. The perfect businessman. The perfect hero. But Jungkook had never liked him. Not even once.

Because the more she read— The more suspicious he became. She remembered staying awake at three in the morning reading chapter after chapter. Watching Taehyung lose everything. Watching his family betray him. Watching people use him. Watching his reputation get destroyed. Watching him become isolated. And somehow the story kept insisting he deserved it. Because he was cold. Because he wasn't expressive. Because he didn't smile enough. Jungkook still remembered yelling at her screen.

The memory made her little rabbit nose twitch. Honestly, the novel had been ridiculous. Taehyung wasn't evil. Not really. Cold? Yes. Difficult? Definitely. Intimidating? Absolutely. But evil? No. In fact, most of the terrible things blamed on him weren't even his fault. He simply didn't bother defending himself. And because he stayed silent— Everyone created their own version of him. A monster. A tyrant. A villain. Meanwhile Minjae quietly manipulated everything from the shadows. And nobody noticed. At least not until it was too late. Jungkook swallowed nervously. Because she remembered something else. Something very important.

Something very important. Something horrifying. The accident. Her fluffy body stiffened. The accident was one of the biggest turning points in the novel. A suspicious car crash. One that left Kim Taehyung permanently paralyzed. After that— Everything went downhill. His health deteriorated. His family abandoned him. The company board began doubting him. Employees left. Investors pulled away. The people he trusted betrayed him one by one. And through it all— Minjae quietly rose higher. Higher. And higher. Until eventually he took everything. Jungkook's tiny paws clenched. Even now she remembered how angry she had been reading those chapters. Because Taehyung never fought back. Never explained himself. Never asked for help.

He simply accepted every betrayal in silence. As if he believed he deserved it. That had been the most heartbreaking part. Not losing. Not suffering. Not even the accident. It was the loneliness. The absolute loneliness. The pet shop suddenly faded from Jungkook's awareness. For a moment she could only see the final chapter. The ending she hated. The ending that had stayed in her mind for days. Taehyung sitting alone. Completely alone. No family. No friends. No allies. No happiness. Watching the empire he built belong to someone else. And then— The story ended. Just like that. As if his suffering didn't matter. As if his life wasn't important. As if he was merely an obstacle for the hero to overcome. Jungkook remembered staring at the final page in disbelief. Then immediately opening the comments section. Thousands of readers were celebrating.

Celebrating

She had never understood why. Back in the present, Jungkook looked at the real Taehyung. He was standing near the counter now. Quiet. Reserved. Expressionless. Exactly as described. Yet somehow— Seeing him in person felt different. He didn't look evil. He didn't look cruel. He looked tired. Very tired. A strange feeling settled in Jungkook's chest. Sympathy. Unexpected sympathy. Because unlike everyone else in the novel— She knew what would happen to him. She knew every betrayal waiting ahead. Every trap. Every loss. Every heartbreak. And the worst part? He had absolutely no idea. The system suddenly appeared again.

Jungkook nearly jumped.

The screen changed.

Jungkook squeaked loudly. A nearby employee glanced at her cage. She immediately pretended nothing happened. Then looked back at the screen.

The system was far too cheerful for such terrible news.

Jungkook blinked. Wait. Interfere? She could change things? The idea made her freeze. Until now she had assumed the novel would happen exactly as written. But if she could interfere— Then maybe— Maybe the ending wasn't fixed. Maybe it could change. Maybe Taehyung didn't have to lose. Maybe the accident could be prevented. Maybe Minjae could be exposed. Maybe the villain could survive. For several seconds Jungkook sat completely still. Thinking. Really thinking. Then she slowly looked toward Taehyung again. The future villain. The future victim. The future tragedy. The man everyone would eventually abandon.

Except— Maybe not this time. Because she was here now. A rabbit. A ridiculous rabbit. An adorable rabbit. But still here. And she knew the story. She knew every danger waiting for him. Every scheme. Every betrayal. Every hidden enemy. A determined spark appeared in her eyes.

She puffed out her fluffy chest.

Her tiny ears stood proudly.

The system immediately chimed.

DING!

Jungkook stared. Then stared harder. Then immediately pointed at Taehyung.

The CEO looked toward her cage. Their eyes met. For a brief second— The future villain and the reincarnated rabbit stared at each other. Neither understood why. But something strange passed between them. A tiny connection. A feeling neither could explain. Then Taehyung looked away. And Jungkook sat down heavily. Her new life had only just begun. And somehow— She already had a villain to save.