Jeon Jungkook

The city wasn't sleeping—it was waiting. In the tangle of neon signs and dark alleys, every glow seemed like a signal, every sound a warning. A sense of danger hung over the streets, and the air was thick with tension, as if before a storm.
Kim Taehyung stood frozen in the shadows, his profile illuminated by a harsh red light—as if the darkness itself were trying to hold him back, preventing him from stepping forward. His gaze betrayed the weariness of endless games where life was at stake. He knew: today would be the day. For too long, he'd been balancing on the edge, passing information to those who wouldn't forgive mistakes. The mafia syndicate that controlled this area didn't like it when its plans fell apart—and Taehyung was the one who could ruin it all.
Jeon Jungkook moved silently, melting into the shadows, as if the city itself were his ally. His formal suit and impassive expression concealed the turmoil within: he was following a trail that led straight to Taehyung. For the mafia, Jungkook was the perfect assassin—cold-blooded, precise, and asking no questions. But today, the order was different: "Find and eliminate." Only Jungkook knew Taehyung too well to blindly follow orders.
Between them hung not only a threat, but also an unspoken bond—years of friendship that could now become a death sentence for one of them. A sign reading "GUCCI" flickered overhead, mockingly underscoring the gulf between ostentatious luxury and the true price paid for every step. And just below, in bloody letters, hung "Fight with DEATH"—like a personal prophecy for both of them.
A sports car emerged from the darkness, swift as fate itself. Its headlights briefly captured Jungkook's silhouette, and in that moment, everything froze: time, breathing, even his heartbeat. The car shot forward, the roar of its engine breaking the silence—someone was rushing toward an unavoidable encounter.
Taehyung stepped out of the shadows. Jungkook looked up. Their eyes met—and in that gaze, the weight of the choice was reflected: to betray or to be betrayed, to survive or to burn to the ground. The city watched them, holding its breath.