In another part of the city, the atmosphere on set was tense, the scene reaching its emotional crescendo. Jungkook stood in the center of the room, his hands planted firmly on the table as his chest heaved with the weight of his character’s emotions.
“How can you even think about it?” he demanded, his voice cracking under the strain of heartbreak. His trembling hands slammed the table with a force that echoed through the room, the sound underscoring the raw intensity of his performance. His dark eyes glistened with unshed tears, a mixture of anger and despair brewing within them.
“Am I not enough?” he continued, his voice rising in pitch, a sharp edge of desperation cutting through his words.
“What about the family we’re building? What about our kids?” His voice wavered as he spoke, a perfect blend of vulnerability and fury that left the crew on edge, holding their breath as the scene unfolded.
The camera lingered on him, capturing the trembling of his lips and the quivering of his shoulders as he glared at the person opposite him. His jaw clenched, and he shook his head, fighting back the tears threatening to spill.
“Do you not care? About anything? Any of it? It's always about your happiness, Cha. What about mine?” His voice cracked again, the words breaking free like a dam bursting, his anguish so palpable it was hard to believe it was acting. A single tear slipped down his cheek as he stood there, his breathing ragged, his fists clenched at his sides.
“Cut!” The director’s voice broke the silence, ringing with satisfaction. “That was perfect! Absolutely perfect!”
For a moment, the set was still, everyone processing the intensity of the performance they’d just witnessed. Then, applause erupted, a wave of admiration sweeping through the crew as they acknowledged Jungkook’s flawless portrayal.
Jungkook, still slightly breathless, straightened up, his chest rising and falling as he attempted to shake off the emotions that had consumed him moments ago. He accepted a towel from his assistant, who rushed forward immediately, offering a small, comforting smile.
“Thank you, sir,” Jungkook said politely, his voice soft and still carrying the faint tremor of the scene. He dabbed the towel across his face, wiping away the tears and beads of sweat that clung to his skin.
“As usual, you’re the best,” his co-star remarked, their voice filled with genuine admiration as they clapped him on the shoulder. “That was incredible.”
“You too,” Jungkook replied with a polite bow, his tone modest but appreciative. He walked off the set, his assistant trailing behind him with his bag, ensuring he had everything he needed.
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The green room welcomed him with quiet and cool air, a stark contrast to the fiery emotions he had just channeled. Jungkook sank into the plush chair with a heavy sigh, his body finally relaxing as the adrenaline ebbed away.
