i am not a soft stan, i repeat; i am not a soft stan
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Taehyung's POV
"Your attention, citizens!" a loud voice booms through an intercom, which makes me jump in surprise. I spin on my heels, my eyes scanning left and right to try to follow the source of the voice.
"It has been brought to my attention that a few cities in my prodigious country have been invaded by nothing else but worthless junkies."
My gaze finally lands on a tall hologram projected against the sidewall of a sky scraper.
"Oh you bitch..." I can't stop the words from coming out of my mouth when I recognize her face.
"But that's not all. A crime has recently been committed." the chancellor's current wife continues, causing my heart to wrench in my chest at the thought of Yuna getting in trouble.
"A group of individuals helped a dangerous man escape from prison a few hours ago. The Big Table will in no way, shape or form accept any behavior of the sort. With that being said, a prime of 10 million Won will be given to the person who brings back the following people to the nearest police station;" her eyes skim down to read something on a sheet of paper before her fierce gaze is brought back in front of herself — making it seem as if she stares right through my soul.
"First, the criminal himself; Min Yoongi,"
My heart clenches in my chest, my mind beginning to spin as everything slowly starts to kick in.
"Then, Park Jimin,"
My heart beats faster, the little organ pumping violently against my rib cage as if it was ready to burst out of my skin.
"Lee Yuna,"
Hearing her calling out Nana's name felt like a slap to the face. My breath gets knocked out of me, my hands reaching out to clench around my shirt tightly as I to release the pressure inside my chest.
"And last, but certainly not least — the one who we all thought was dead — Kim Taehyung."
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Yuna's POV
My eyes broaden in horror at the news as my jaw slacks open, my mind unable to process the words flowing out of her mouth.
A masculine figure bounces in front of me to obstruct the view of the hologram, which makes my eyes fall upon the built person. His hands grasp my shoulders and he shakes me lightly as he starts to speak.
