Jungkook pov-
The scent of gunpowder still lingered in the air, mixing with the sharp metallic tang of blood. The body on the ground was lifeless, eyes wide open in frozen terror. I didn't bother looking at him again—he was irrelevant now. Dead men don’t matter.
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