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From the corner of your eye, you saw the guards disappear, probably to take a bathroom break.

Throwing back the contents of the glass, the two of you began talking about your upcoming trip to Paris and the shops you were planning to visit before leaving.

Suddenly, the main door slammed open as your back straightened, a weird feeling overcoming you.

Dozens of men marched in. Men who were armed to the teeth. sniper guns and knives strapped to their bodies and scary expressions upon their scarred, leathery faces.

One of them put a gun to Jimin's head as you heard multiple cries echo throughout the room, scared by the same treatment.

You tried to curl in on yourself, tried to make yourself small and unnoticeable.

You turned your head discreetly, trying to locate the guards. Surely, they'd help you, right? They had to. They would at least protect you against their rivals.

But they were nowhere to be found.

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