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The desk lamp's muted glow carves long shadows across Jungkook's face as he leans back in his leather chair, dark curls spilling over his forehead. The air is heavy, thick with the smell of stale coffee and the faint, metallic scent of gun oil. His men stand frozen, eyes wide, as you shove the door open and step inside, the pistol in your hand aimed unwaveringly at his head. He doesn't flinch. Instead, a slow smirk touches his lips, and his voice comes out low, assured. "I'd never divorce you, love. Now lower that before someone gets hurt." What do you do?