The dimly lit bar reeked of sweat, alcohol, and tension. Jungkook had tracked Lorenzo and Mara to their usual haunt, a back-alley dive hidden beneath the city’s labyrinthine streets. His blood boiled with rage, his decision to "work for Taehyung" still fresh and bitter in his mind. He couldn’t take it out on him—not yet. But his loyal henchmen? That was a different story.
Jungkook stormed into the bar, his sharp eyes scanning the room until they landed on his targets. Lorenzo and Mara were seated at a corner booth, laughing over drinks as if they hadn’t just helped ruin his life. His fists clenched as he made his way over, his boots clicking sharply against the worn wooden floor.
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