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Taehyungs POV

My heart couldn't stop beating rapidly at the thought of Y/N. After everything she was really okay- even the setbacks I had. It is not so scary as it was before, the thought of even just sitting next to Y/N and talking to her just seemed so magical and unreal to me.

I still couldn't describe the feelings I had for her, was it, love? Was it jealousy? I kept asking myself question which probably wasn't a good thing since I couldn't answer them. Running was quite easy for me, running away from my problems that is. Yet It was time to face my problems.

I groaned as I idly flicked through my phone, yet as much as I tried to distract myself I could feel my muscles coddle themselves in warmth with the thought of holding Y/N tight. I squiggled in my seat a bit before jumping up and throwing my headphones back on the chair. Walking around the house.

Today was the day that we were being brought in for interviews, I couldn't help feeling butterflies in my stomach for Sang-woo. If he was going to make this whole thing- without ever being found. It hurt because we knew his story. Yet now he's gone and we can't see if he's okay, because after all of this I still feel terribly bad for him- maybe I shouldn't believe his story but he just told it with so much passion and heart and energy and soul that it was hard to believe him. I couldn't understand why Jimin wanted to rat him out even after listening to his life story.

It is quite sad- how he was forced to do all of these things. And I just wanted him to be happy: but with this afternoon coming up... I'm not sure it's going to stay like this. Something just churned in my gut, as If something wasn't right through this cloud of happiness and fortune like I just begged to feel okay yet there was some sort of churning that I felt.

Like an uneasiness, or butterflies in my stomach, I just couldn't hold the fact that it all seemed so wrong to me.

I felt a quick tap on my back as I had been standing idly lost on my own thought for the past few minutes, I turned around to see Namjoon there standing with a grin on his face. "Are you ready to go yet?" He sighed pulling his arm away from my shoulder. "It takes a while to get there, oh and there is only going to be three of us. You, Jin, me and Jimin. You all good with that?"

I nodded my head in dismay. "Yeah sure let's get on with it."

Namjoon looked at me with his eyebrow creased and his head tilted slightly. "Is everything good? You don't seem to well."

"Oh yeah, I just have this odd feeling in my gut that something isn't right get what I mean?" I started to walk with him to the door where Jimin and Jin were waiting for us.

"I bet you it's you just feeling uneasy, it'll all be fine trust me. Everything else has turned out okay in the end so it's probably just your self-conscious mind trying to play tricks on you." He patted my back before gesturing for me to put on my shoes and to go out. So I quickly slid on my shoes and followed them into the car.

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We hadn't arrived at the police station, it seemed quite eerie than it did in the past. More rusted and flakey. But not that much, we all got out the car as Jin went.

"Okay, guys whatever you do tell the truth and the truth only. If you don't and something doesn't add up then we're going to be in big big trouble got it?" Jin gave us his voluntary death stare before I spoke up.

"Hay can me and Jimin stay back I need to ask him something before we go inside is that okay?" Jimin looked at me with a twinge of curiosity and fear.

"Ehh yeah sure, just don't take too long. They're probably waiting." Jin picked up his man purse and went close with Namjoon inside the police station.