Jungkook, a final-year medical student at a prestigious college, is known for his intensity and talent but also for his uncontrollable temper and obsessive personality. Despite being one of the top students, his rebellious streak and disdain for aut...
Jungkook’s apartment is barely recognizable as a living space. The room is dark and cluttered, filled with empty bottles, scattered clothes, and crumpled cigarette packs. The faint glow of the city outside seeps through a gap in the curtains, casting ghostly shadows across the mess. The clock ticks loudly, each second echoing in the silence.
Jungkook sits slumped on a worn-out couch, whiskey bottle in hand, eyes distant and unfocused. His unshaven face is pale, cheeks hollow, and dark circles rim his eyes – the physical signs of someone haunted by his past. He stares blankly at the television in front of him, though it’s switched off. The silence presses down on him, heavy and suffocating inhaling the ciggerate
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The sound of the rain outside grows louder. Jungkook’s grip tightens around the bottle, his knuckles white. He raises it to his lips and takes a deep swig, the harsh burn offering only the briefest distraction. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his face hardening, a mixture of anger and pain clouding his expression.
His gaze falls to his phone on the table. The screen is cracked, a testament to a recent fit of rage, yet it holds his attention as though it has a pull over him. He reaches for it, scrolling through messages he never sent, words he wanted to say but couldn’t bring himself to. He clenches his jaw, fighting the urge to call, but the
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emptiness gnaws at him.
Unable to resist, he opens a photo of [], her smiling face framed by sunlight. His expression softens, then hardens, a bitter mixture of longing and regret filling his eyes. Unable to bear it, he throws the phone onto the floor with a loud crash, the screen shattering further.
INT. JUNGKOOK'S BATHROOM - NIGHT
Jungkook stumbles into the bathroom, gripping the sink tightly. He leans over, his head hanging as he breathes heavily, each exhale laced with frustration. He looks up, meeting his reflection in the mirror. The person staring back seems like a stranger – weary, broken, a shadow of the confident man he once was. He lets out a frustrated growl, gripping the edge of the sink so hard his knuckles turn white.
With a sudden outburst, he punches the wall beside the mirror, knuckles scraping and bleeding. The pain barely registers, but it’s enough to bring him out of his haze, if only for a moment. He runs cold water over his hand, watching the blood swirl down the drain.his fist clenched to control anger he decide to go out on his bike
Time skip
Jungkook groaned, and ended the call n started his Bullet, he took a stop at the nearest stall and grabbed some ice from the cooler, then shoved it down into his pants while noticing the weird looks around him. He believes this wasa way that can ease his anger asap. He started his bike so he could go to his apartment..
INT. JUNGKOOK'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Back in the living room, Jungkook sinks onto the couch, staring into the darkness. His breathing is ragged, his chest rising and falling as he struggles with the weight of his emotions. The room is silent once more, his scream from earlier still echoing in the emptiness. He slumps forward, burying his face in his hands, utterly alone.
The rain outside continues to pour, unyielding, as Jungkook remains in his isolation, trapped in the ruin of his own making.
