A good script to die for...
Minji (Jungkook's assistant)
"Hyung, I swear, if you mess up this scene, I’m resigning and moving to Jeju Island."
*She grumbled, thrusting a coffee into Jungkook’s hand*
Lee Jungkook (MC/ actor)
*Jungkook, sprawled lazily on the leather couch, lifted an eyebrow.*
"Relax, Min-Min. I was born to cry on cue and die prettily. It's a gift."
Minji (Jungkook's assistant)
"Not funny."
*she huffed, pulling out a lint roller to attack his already immaculate suit.*
Minji (Jungkook's assistant)
"This movie could bag you another Daesang. Just—be careful, okay?"
The studio buzzed around them.
Cameras positioned. Lights adjusted.
Tonight's scene was critical — the emotional breakdown of the second lead character: the pitiful, jilted fiancé
Jungkook tossed the worn script onto the table beside him, stretching lazily.
It was based on a popular novel — "My Cold CEO and Our Contract Love."
The story was cliché at best:
A self-made billionaire from a royal family.
A plucky entertainment rookie.
A drunken mistake, a contract marriage, inevitable love.
The female lead shone brightly, growing from nobody to movie queen.
The male lead — Kim Taehyung — remained cold, ruthless, powerful.
And Jeon Jungkook?
The abandoned fiancé.
Painted in heavy makeup and eccentric clothes.
Pathetic, unloved, and discarded like a forgotten toy.
Lee Jungkook (MC/ actor)
Tch...
*He clicked his tongue, flipping through the script.*
"Seriously, did they have to make him this sad? I'd rather be the villain than a soggy tissue."
Minji (Jungkook's assistant)
*Minji snorted.*
"You're the only actor who complains about too much drama. Just win the award and buy me a new car, yeah?"
Lee Jungkook (MC/ actor)
"Deal"
*Jungkook grinned, tossing her a wink.*
The director called out: "Actors to your marks! Ready for the fall scene in three... two... one..."
Jungkook slipped effortlessly into character.
Brokenhearted.
Eyes glassy with unshed tears.
Lost and humiliated.
He stumbled onto the crosswalk set, city lights blurring behind him.
A black car, headlights blinding, sped toward him.
Perfectly choreographed.
He heard the driver’s shouted warning a split second too late.
Something was wrong.
The car wasn’t slowing.
It was accelerating.
Jungkook’s breath hitched.
No stunt cables.
No padding.
No fake impact.
Real panic clawed at him.
He tried to move — too slow. The collision sent him flying.
The world twisted into fragments — cold marble, glittering chandeliers, the taste of iron in his mouth.
And then—
Blackness.
The pain was sharp, blinding, and disorienting.
Jungkook couldn’t breathe. His chest felt heavy, like an anchor had dropped on top of him.
Was he dead?
He squeezed his eyes shut, the taste of blood still fresh on his tongue. He tried to move, but his limbs felt like they were made of stone.
Jungkook opened his eyes, blinking rapidly, only to be met with the sterile white walls of a hospital room.
A nurse was nearby, adjusting some machines, her back turned to him.
He gasped, sitting up too quickly, only to be met with a sharp jolt of pain in his head.
Lee Jungkook (MC/ actor)
“Ahh—”
*he groaned, placing a hand to his forehead.*
💭 What the hell is going on?
Lee Jungkook (MC/ actor)
The nurse turned around at the sound of his movement, her eyes widening in surprise.
Nurse
“Oh, you’re awake, Mr. Jeon!”
*she exclaimed, rushing to his side.*
“You’ve been unconscious for several hours. How are you feeling?”
Jungkook stared at her, confused. Mr. Jeon? The name echoed in his head for a moment before he shook it off. He was clearly groggy, his mind still too foggy to make sense of things.
Lee Jungkook (MC/ actor)
“I…”
*Jungkook trailed off, glancing down at himself. His clothes were hospital-issued, a stark white gown with an IV in his arm. Nothing made sense. His head heavy as foreign memories kept flooding inside his brain*
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