Against the Script

Prologue: The Script

Jimin:

Jimin gripped the script in damp and trembling fingers. He pushed blond hair back out of his eyes and bit his lip with a crooked tooth as he continued to read.

Tears ran down Jimin's face and he couldn't help the sobs coming to his chest as he read the conclusion of the beautiful story told in the screenplay. Jimin set down the script with a sigh, thumping back in his chair, heart racing. He wiped his eyes, brown behind blue contact lenses, lashes long and damp from tears. He rubbed his face, cheeks pink with emotion, trying to compose himself.

He opened the envelope from his old friend, Min Yoongi, complete with a note: "The contest winner, the script is particularly compelling this year."

The "contest" was almost a joke between them. Ever since Jimin started to get cast in movies and television, and Yoongi realized he really preferred to teach, they hadn't had a chance to connect as much as they used to like to, as students.

So every year, Jimin came and gave a workshop to all the kids about acting, about how to include in the script the things you need to get from the director and the actors. Later on, all the students would submit scripts. Yoongi would pick the best one and send it on to Jimin, telling the students that the famous actor was "reading their script" and would pass it along to his production company if interested.

In reality, the students were so young that in the five years they had been doing this, Jimin hadn't ever done more than scan the scripts of any of the winners. They were either too cliche or too dark and twisted. He always started out thinking he would read the whole thing, but typically, within a few pages, he was rolling his eyes and scanning along to read the plot development. Five out of five times, before this year, the scripts had hit the trash before the end of the day.

So when he pulled the script from the mail today, Jimin had opened the screenplay, feeling very uncommitted to even reading it, seeing as his schedule was extremely busy. And yet, once he started to read the first page, he found himself standing there in the doorway, slowly putting down his coat and bag, walking to the couch. His eyes were locked on the script, turning page after page. Two hours later, he came out of his reverie as the screenplay ended, and pushed blond hair out of his eyes again, trying to calm himself, running fingers through his hair a few times.

Shit, he thought. He looked at the front of the script: "Written by Jeon Jungkook"

He swiped his phone open and called Yoongi. "Yeah, it's Jimin. Um... I got this script you sent..."

"Yeah?"

"I mean... fuck."

"I know. It's really fucking good."

"Didn't something like this happen for real during the sexual revolution?"

Yoongi was silent on the other end for a second. "Yeah, Jimin, it's a true story."

"How does he know it? We barely even learned about this when we learned history."

"It wasn't history yet, did you see the dates?"

Jimin looked at the script. It happened when he was five years old, and the sexual revolution lasted nearly ten years. Some people said that it was still happening, now, twenty-two years later.

"But he's even younger than us. How was he able to research this as a film student?"

There was a long pause from Yoongi again. "It's his parents' story, Jimin. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to share that, though. So keep it to yourself. He's pretty shy."

Jimin's mouth was open in shock as he stared into the phone. "Jeon Jungkook."

"Yes."

"Is the child of Kim Namjoon and Kim Seokjin."

"Right."

"Whose true love story began the sexual revolution. A story that has never been told." Jimin's heart started to beat faster, he pushed hair out of his eyes spastically.

"Yes." Yoongi was even more serious now.

"And now their own son, a screenwriting student in your class, submitted this script to you at twenty years old, and it's now in our hands?"

"Yes."

Jimin's heart was increasingly pounding. He found himself suddenly laser focused.

"Yoongi."

"Yes."

"We have to make this movie."

Yoongi's voice was relieved: "I'm glad you think so because I couldn't have done it alone, and yet..." he paused, "I would have put everything on the line to try."

Jimin swallowed, looking at the script in his hand. He knew what Yoongi meant. This was a once-in-a-lifetime script.

"Well, you better set me up to meet Jungkook."

Yoongi chuckled. "Oh, Jimin, you've met. Repeatedly, if I recall..."

Jimin raised his eyebrows in surprise.

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Author Note:

HERE WE GO!  I'M SO EXCITED!!! 

Please make sure you read the screenplay as you go because it's a central part of the story, I will try to make the text bigger in further chapters!!

CHAPTER ONE will be up in TWO DAYS and new chapters will continue to be published every other day!

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