The tension in the hospital room was thick. Everyone was thinking the same thing—Kang Jihoon had gone too far.
Hyunjin
Hyunjin leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “We can’t just let this slide.”
Changbin
Changbin nodded, eyes dark. “He nearly killed Jisung. If we don’t do something, he’s just going to keep coming back.”
Han Jisung
Jisung swallowed, his hands gripping the bedsheets. He hated feeling weak, hated that his friends were worrying about him. “But… what can we even do? We can’t exactly fight him.”
Felix
Felix’s usually bright face was serious. “We don’t have to fight him physically. There are other ways.”
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