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Chenle's grip on his girlfriend was tight, his hands covered in her blood. The sight made him boil.
Someone had the audacity to infiltrate his territory and harm the people her cared about.
“Chenle...”, Mark breathes out, his voice filled with sorrow and pain. The professor's hands shook as they felt Jisung's neck for a pulse.
“Jisung's dead...”, his face twisted with emotions, his usual crescent shaped eyes now filled with tears.
Chenle felt his heart stop, his gaze landing on the lifeless body of his best friend, the one who had always stuck by his side, through thick and thin.
Now, a victim of this aggravating attack on their high school.
“Fuck...”, he choked back a sob, squeezing Yuzhuo just a bit tighter.
What the hell happened here? It couldn't have all been Chaeyoung, he thought.
Mark sighs, gently scooping Jisung's body into his arms as he stood up.
“I'll call security to collect her body, let's head back for now...”, he spoke softly, not wanting to push his luck with the emotional council president.
Chenle gives a weak nod, carrying Yuzhuo in his arms as they began their journey back to school.
His breathes were heavy as tears ran down the sides on his face, his hands trembling as he carried his unconscious lover.
Glancing back at the dead body of his best friend, he could barely keep a straight head.
“Vision... I'm going to burn them to the ground...”, he snarled, face red in anger.
Mark nods, tightening his grip on Jisung. “This isn't just a casual rivalry anymore. This means war.”.
The two walked in silence until they reached the entrance to the forest.
The students of Seoul Private School had gathered in the middle of the field, Principal Joy and Vice Principal Lee barking orders to grab supplies in preparation.
“Zhuo!!”, Jaemin called out, running towards her unconscious body in the President's arms. “W-what happened?”, he paled.
The other members of the council joined them soon after as they both stared at their president, waiting for an explanation. “I...”, he choked back a sob, turning away from them.
“I have to take her to the infirmary.”, he said in a quiet whisper, pushing past them and towards the buildings.
Haechan furrowed his eyebrows as he turned to their professor, noticing Jisung's body in his arms.
“Hyung? You should take Jisung to the infirmary too. He looks pretty beaten up.”, he says, looking concerned.
Mark swallowed back his emotions, clutching Jisung tighter as they stared at him. “Mr. Lee!”, he called as the man turned to them, approaching.
