Jungkook stood on stage, the deafening screams of his millions of fans echoing in his ears. He plastered a fake smile on his face, but inside, he was seething with anger. He hated being late, and yet here he was, waiting for the rest of his bandmates to arrive before their performance

As the minutes ticked by, Jungkook's frustration grew. He clenched his jaw, his hands balling into fists at his sides. He couldn't understand why they were always so careless with their time. Didn't they realize how important punctuality was in their line of work?

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the other members of the group rushed onto the stage, out of breath and apologetic. Jungkook's anger boiled over. How could they be so irresponsible? Didn't they care about their fans, about their reputation?

Ignoring their hurried explanations, Jungkook wordlessly walked off the stage, his anger radiating off him in waves. His bandmates knew better than to follow him. They had seen this side of Jungkook before, the cold and angry version of him that no one wanted to provoke

As Jungkook disappeared into the darkness of the backstage area, a shiver ran down the spine of one of the staff members. They had heard the stories of Jungkook's legendary temper, how he could be both charming and terrifying in the blink of an eye. And now, they had witnessed it firsthand

Next day he is standing while his work's is working for music video shot he is waiting for girls who is coming for shoot with him

Jungkook: where is those girls!! They are late