The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of purple and gold as he walked across the campus. His backpack hung loosely on one shoulder, and the laughter of his classmates echoed in his ears. He blended in seamlessly, a bright smile plastered on his face, a kind-hearted young man who always helped others, who was ever so willing to lend a hand. That was the him they knew

During these blissful daylight hours, was Jungkook, the aspiring art student who loved the gentle brush of charcoal on canvas, who theorized about the universe's wonders. He reveled in the ordinary moments: swapping stories with friends over coffee, engaging in animated discussions, and even competing in the annual art showcase. His world was vibrant, full of hope and dreams

But as the clock struck midnight, darkness seeped into his soul. The laughter and light faded into an echoing void, replaced by a different reality—one that was lurking just beneath the surface of my consciousness. Something sinister thrummed through his veins, awakening the other half. In these hours, he transformed into something unrecognizable

He was still him, but he was also someone else—Kook. The name whispered through the dark recesses of his mind, a shadow that commanded attention. He was charming in a chilling way, wrapped in an elegance that betrayed his deadly nature. The thrill of the night called to him, the streets felt alive, and he embraced his dark inclinations with abandon

Jungkook: at 5:40 pm he was going home he notice coffee shop he gose there and enter give me a black coffee please