Story Title: "The Last Bullet" On a cold night, jungkook sat in his office under the dim lamplight, carefully adjusting his glasses as he pulled his jacket off his shoulder, revealing his taut muscles that told stories of battles he had never forgotten. It was midnight, and the city was drowning in a cautious silence. He took his pistol out of the leather holster attached to his waist, examining it slowly as if he was reviewing a fateful decision. In a small mirror on the desk, he caught sight of the reflection of his sharp eyes, they carried the look of someone who knew that this night would be the last… either for him or his enemy. A few hours earlier, he had received a brief message: "The time has come, tonight the battle is decided." He knew exactly who had sent it, and who was waiting for him in the dark. This was not just a mission, but the end of a journey of revenge that had lasted for years. He took a deep breath, pushed his glasses up, then slipped the pistol back into place with a fluid movement, as if it were part of his body. He stood confidently, lifted his jacket over his shoulders, and turned towards the door. There was no turning back… Tonight, the final chapter would be written.