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6:49 AM

Waiting Room

JK: So that's how it happened? I never expected that...

(YOONGI PLACES THE NOTEPAD DOWN AND SIGHS)

NJ: I didn't know you took kendo as a child! No wonder you could kill him like that, I mean-

JK: Wow, teach me please.

(YOONGI SCOWLS, CROSSES HIS ARMS)

SJ: Really, Jungkook. Instead of pestering Yoongi maybe we should support him like normal friends do?

(JUNGKOOK SIPS AT HIS COFFEE)

JK: Like you're super supportive of us, Jin. You always tease me on the field during games. Talk about distraction!

NJ: Speaking of distraction...(NAMJOON BITES LIP IN THOUGHT)...how do you think Jimin and Taehyung are holding up? Now that Taehyung doesn't really have a place to stay...

JK (SIGHS): His parents are fucking losers. When I propose to him I'm not asking them for no bullshit blessing cause they are anything but blessed.

YG: Facts.

NJ: I just hope we figure this out before spring semester ends. Once I graduate I don't want any of this bullshit following me to college.

SJ: Yeah...

(DOOR OPENS, PAUL WALKS IN WITH A FROWN ON HIS FACE)

Paul: Hello. I see you're all awake bright and early.

SJ: Yes...these seats don't make very comfortable beds, sir.

NJ: Why are you here so early?

(PAUL SCRATCHES CHIN. WAVERS ON FEET)

Paul: Well...I received a call about 10 minutes ago...one of our team members discovered a pill in the freezer where you all were staying. It's a prescription medication and I think one of you here is lying. Either that or we have to call the other people back in here. Hoseok may have had other people in the freezer before as well, but it doesn't seem so probable-

NJ: What are we lying about now? We already told you everything.

Paul: Now there, Namjoon. I'm going to make this clear once. The type of medication that we found can have massive effects if not taken by the patient. We know of Yoongi's disorder, but-

JK: Oh, don't tell me it's a steroid because I swear to god-

Paul: No. Not a steroid. We traced the number on the pill and called a local pharmacy. Matched the prescription to one of you. And I'm...disappointed.

SJ: Disappointed? What do you...

Paul: In myself. That I got it wrong.

JK: We all fuck up, chief. That's why we're here today.

NJ (NUDGING JUNGKOOK): Shut it. Officer Paul, what exactly was wrong?

Paul: The person-

(SUDDENLY OFFICER PAUL'S PHONE STARTS BUZZING IN HIS POCKET. HE ANSWERS)

Paul: Hello? Yes, this is he.

(PAUL WALKS AWAY TO EXCHANGE WORDS WITH THE RECIPIENT ON THE OTHER LINE FOR A FEW MINUTES. SUDDENLY, PAUL'S FACE PALES. HIS EYES WIDEN. HE TURNS TO YOONGI.)

Paul: Yoongi. Jimin is on the line. He's asking for you. You need to calm him down.

YG (PALES. SHAKES HEAD IN DENIAL): No...

JK: What the fuck is going on? Answer the phone, why can't anyone just say what's happen-

Paul (HANDING PHONE TO YOONGI): Jimin is threatening to kill Taehyung.

(JUNGKOOK SCREAMS AND JUMPS UP. NAMJOON AND SEOKJIN EQUALLY FREAK OUT, FACES SHOCKED)

NJ: W-what!

YG (into phone): Jimin?

*     *     *

6:30  A.M

Jimin's house

(A LOUD BANG SOUNDS OUT IN THE DEPTHS OF JIMIN'S HOME. TAEHYUNG IS STARTLED AWAKE.)

TH: W-what...the-

JM: DON'T MOVE!

(JIMIN'S FIGURE TOWERS OVER TAEHYUNG. A KNIFE IS IN HIS HANDS)

TH: J-JIMIN! What the...it's just me! Why are you...holding a fucking knife!! Are you s-sleepwalking?

JM (FROWNING): S-stop m-moving your mouth. Be quiet. Stay there.

(JIMIN TURNS ON THE LAMP, ILLUMINATING THE ROOM. A CHAIR IS TIPPED OVER. THE BED SHEETS ARE ALL MESSED UP. TAEHYUNG LAYS ON THE GROUND IN SHOCK)

TH: What's happening? Why are you...threatening me? Are you seriously-

JM (SHAKING): I said SILENCE...didn't I? OH...ooh, Yoongi. I need Yoongi. Get me...NO! DON'T MOVE!

TH: ...but...

(TAEHYUNG BITES HIS LIP, EYES WIDE)

JM: I n-need Yoongiiiiiiiii...

TH (HANDS UP IN SURRENDER): I can h-help you...Jimin, please. Put the knife down. I can get Yoongi-

JM: NOOO!! NEVER! STAY AWAY FROM HIM!

(JIMIN LUNGES TOWARDS TAEHYUNG WITH THE KNIFE. TAEHYUNG ROLLS AWAY, SCREAMING FOR HELP)

JM: IT'S USELESS! MY PARENTS AREN'T HOME! NO ONE WILL HELP YOU!

TH: Dude what the FUCK! I'm your FRIEND, I'm not out to get Yoongi! Just please, what's gotten into you! Wake UP!

(JIMIN PAUSES. THE KNIFE IS LOWERED.)

JM: Wha...hmm...ugh...my head hurts...oh, hi Taehyung! You're awake so early? Come on, let's go back to sleep now. 

(TAEHYUNG GAPES)

TH: J-Jimin? Are you feeling all right? You just um...

JM: I just what? Yes, Tae, I'm feeling okay...just a bit tired. I miss Yoongi too. Plus I had a nightmare and...yeah. Anyway...what did I just do?

(A BREATH ESCAPES TAEHYUNG. HIS FACE IS WHITE AS A SHEET)

TH: Are you playing with me right now? That's some b-bullshit, Jimin...you c-cant...but no, you actually...don't remember?

JM (EYES WIDENING): Wait...did I just...

(JIMIN LOOKS DOWN AT THE KNIFE IN HIS HANDS. A JOLT PASSES THROUGH HIM. THE KNIFE DROPS)

JM: Was I just...threatening you? Oh dear Jesus, we need to call up Yoongi, he'll help, he'll-

TH: Wait, is this a common thing? Do you...are you...

(JIMIN FRANTICALLY SEARCHES FOR THE PHONE. WHEN HE FINDS IT HE BEGINS RAPIDLY DIALING)

TH: Jimin. Are you...mentally...uh,ill?

(JIMIN FREEZES. HE LIFTS HIS EYES FROM THE PHONE. TEARS BRIM AT HIS EYES)

JM: I need to talk to Yoongi. Yoongi only. Only Yoongi. Please God, only Yoongi...

TH: J-Jimin, can you give me the knife? If you're going to uh, go all crazy like that again...

(JIMIN POINTS AT THE KNIFE ON THE FLOOR AND NODS. TAEHYUNG RUSHES FORWARD, BUT IS STOPPED BY A SCREAM)

JM: NOOOO! It's the wrong number! Taehyung, c-can you type this in...my--m-my eyes hurt and I c-can't fucking...ughh please just find the s-station and punch it in...will you?

(JIMIN THRUSTS THE PHONE OUT TO TAEHYUNG, WHO TAKES IT AND MOVES BACK)

TH: Y-yeah...I'll look up the number right now...

JM: Thank you. T-thank you. Thank you...th-thank you...thhhhhh-

(JIMIN FALLS TO THE GROUND)

TH: JESUS! WHAT THE HELL! JIMIN!

(TAEHYUNG KNEELS ON THE GROUND BY JIMIN)

JM: ...need...meds...Yoongi...

TH: Okay, okay! I'm calling the station right now...here, HERE! Take the phone.

JM: IS IT YOONGI! IS HE THERE!

TH: Y-yeah...just wait for Paul to pick up...it's his mobile number...

(JIMIN HUMS. HE WRITHES A BIT ON THE FLOOR. HIS HAND BRUSHES OVER THE KNIFE)

JM: Taehyung? Hey, Taehyung? You know what, Taehyung?

(TAEHYUNG SCOOTS BACK. JIMIN SMILES AT HIM)

JM: They aren't going to let me s-see him u-unless I have a reason, right? B-but if they know t-that I n-need meds...they'll think I killed her! They'll get me!!!

(TAEHYUNG FREEZES)

TH: J-Jimin...are you implying...did...oh my fucking god. (TAEHYUNG GRABS HIS HEAD IN ANGUISH) You k-killed Violeta?!

JM: WHY IS NO ONE ANSWERING!!!

(THE PHONE IS CHUCKED ACROSS THE ROOM. IT HITS THE WALL, SCREEN CRACKING)

TH: Calm down!!! I just, Jesus I don't know what...what to...you fucking! KillED! HER! What do we do? I...you're my friend but...sick and...

JM: I'm not sick...I need Yoongi. Bring me the phone. You give them a good excuse of why I need to talk to Yoongi right now. If you don't...

(JIMIN GRABS THE KNIFE AND POINTS IT AT TAEHYUNG.)

TH: Dude. Put the knife down.

JM: Shhh! They answered. Answer it!! Taehyung, get the phone!!!

(TAEHYUNG SHAKILY GOES TO THE PHONE)

TH: H-hello...? Is this P-paul?

(JIMIN WALKS UP TO TAEHYUNG, POINTING THE KNIFE IN BETWEEN HIS EYES)

TH: Mmmhmm...th-this is T-Taehyung...um...I'm j-just c-calling because um J-Jimin he um...needs to s-speak w-with Yoongi...right now.

(TAEHYUNG LICKS HIS LIPS IN FEAR. A TRICKLE OF SWEAT FALLS DOWN HIS FOREHEAD AS THE KNIFE DOESN'T MOVE)

TH: It's urgent...P-please Paullll...um, the reason? 

JM (MOUTHING): Tell him Jimin has news that is very important.

TH: Huh...oh...J-Jimin is h-holding on...o-onto very pointed uh, n-news...mmhmm and I d-don't w-want to...uh, I w-wouldn't want to uh...pr-prevent th-that news f-from living on to Y-Yoongi...

JM: Taehyung...I swear to god...

(JIMIN TWISTS HIS MOUTH IN ANGER. THE KNIFE IS POINTED AT TAEHYUNG'S ADAM'S APPLE. SUDDENLY, SOMETHING SHIFTS IN JIMIN'S FACE)

TH (STILL ON THE PHONE): Yes. Please hurry. Give the phone to Yoongi.

(TAEHYUNG NODS AT THE PHONE. JIMIN TAKES IT QUICKLY, LOWERING HIS KNIFE TO DO SO.)

JM: Y-Yoongi?

(TAEHYUNG TAKES THE OPPORTUNITY TO KNOCK THE KNIFE OUT OF JIMIN'S HANDS AND ONTO THE FLOOR. TAEHYUNG SCREAMS FOR HELP INTO THE PHONE. JIMIN GROWLS. HE QUICKLY PICKS UP THE KNIFE AND PRESSES IT TO TAEHYUNG'S THROAT)

JM: HAHAHHH! YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD GET OUT OF THIS!!!

(OVER THE PHONE, OFFICER PAUL HEARS THE COMMOTION)

Paul (PHONE): Jimin. Don't do anything. Here is Yoongi on the line.

JM: IF YOU LIE TO ME I WILL KILL TAEHYUNG, PAUL. RIGHT NOW. YOU BETTER GET ME YOONGI.

TH: P-please...Jimin don't do this....

(SMALL SPACE OF SILENCE. OTHER LINE FINALLY ANSWERS)

YG (THROUGH PHONE): J-Jimin?

JM: Yoongi...? Is...it is you, baby? Is it really you? I need you babe. Need you bad...we both know why and I'm lapsing again...I...he already knows I'm crazy...I'm in trouble and...I can't go to jail...Paul knows about my illness, Taehyung knows...there are ways to get around it but-

TH: F-fucking god, please don't be like this Jimin.

YG: Stay there.

JM: Baby! Are they letting you see me? Are you coming to see me! I NEED YOU BABY. BEFORE I MAKE A MISTAKE...GET OUT of MY head...there you are...ugh. I'm sorry, Yoongi. I'm better now, I promise. I just need to take care of something and then I'll call you back, okay!? Hehe, love you! I know you can't s-say much b-because...Y...YOUR FATHER! aaahgGGGHHH I WOULD KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER AGAIN AND AGAIN IF I COULD! Yoongi baby...I'msosorrysorry...

TH (WHISPERING IN SHOCK): W-what...th...the...fuck...

YG: Stay there.

JM: Okay. Okay, yes baby. Okay.

TH: J-Jimin...

JM: YOU SHUT UP TAEHYUNG! YES, SHUT UP.

(THE BLADE OF THE KNIFE DRAWS BLOOD FROM TAEHYUNG'S NECK. HE WHIMPERS.)

YG: Don't hurt him.

JM: Wait a second...what is t-that...noise? 

(JIMIN QUICKLY TURNS AROUND TO FACE THE DOOR. LOUD CRASHING IS COMING FROM BELOW IN THE HOUSE. TAEHYUNG CRIES OUT IN FEAR)

TH: S-someone's here...?

JM: FUCK, FUCK!

YG: Jimin? Hey STAY-

(JIMIN THROWS THE PHONE ACROSS THE ROOM, SCREAMING. TEARS FLOOD FROM HIS FACE.)

JM: Y-Yoongi...b-betrayed...me? Yoongi...betrayed...

(SHOUTS FILL THE AIR FROM BELOW. SOUNDS OF PEOPLE COMING UP THE STAIRCASE EMERGE FROM BEHIND THE DOOR)

JM: I'm sorry, Taehyung. So...sorry...

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