Jungkook stood behind the fish counter at the bustling market, the sharp scent of saltwater filling the air. At 28 years old, he had a strong build, his muscles honed from years of lifting heavy boxes of fish. His hands were rough, calloused from the daily grind of cutting and cleaning the fish before selling them to customers. Today felt like a normal day, but in the pit of his stomach, something dark and restless stirred

It wasn't always like this. Jungkook had once been a child with dreams, a boy who loved to play and explore. He remembered running through the streets with friends, laughing and feeling free. But somewhere along the way, something inside him began to shift. Sometimes he felt like a storm brewed within, ready to unleash at any moment. There were days when he was calm and collected, but there were also dark days when he lost control

He had spent time in jail, locked away for things he preferred to forget. He had hurt people when his temper flared. Those moments haunted him, even after his release. He had tried to rebuild his life, taking the job at the fish market, but the whisper of his dark urges crept into his mind daily

As he worked, slicing through fresh fish, he heard the sound of laughter behind him. Turning, he saw a group of children playing near the stalls. Their innocence was beautiful, but it twisted something inside him. Jungkook shook his head, trying to push the thoughts away. He wasn’t that person anymore. He wanted to be good. He wanted to control the storm that brewed within him. Just a few months back, he had found a supportive therapist who helped him navigate his feelings, and this job was a step toward a normal life. But the past never disappeared; it lingered like shadows

Jungkook: he notice it's almost 12:00 am he look around and see every store and market is close now everything is dark he thinks no more customers will come so he was about to close the store