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T W E N T Y - N I N E

(TW: please don't read if you're sensitive!!)

The four of them sit awkwardly in the teacher's office, giving each other dirty looks and grumbling quietly. Y/N looked over at Yunho, concerned for him as he clutched his cast in pain. A slight creak emitted as Ms. Lee walked in through the front door and sat down, shuffling through some paper before settling down and eyeing the students.

"Well, I thought I'd let you all know that 2 or more of you will definitely be in jail."

Their faces dropped as they heard her. Suddenly the atmosphere got tense as Wooyoung and Taehyun's fists clenched. 

"What do you mean jail?" Taehyun's eye twitched. Suddenly, Principle Kang walked in, his eyes widening as he saw his son.

"Ms. Lee, would you care to explain why my son is here? I thought you said you were going to deal with the fight going on outside."

Ms. Lee shot him a glare before smiling curtly, "I am; your son was the one who started the fight."

The principle turned his head slowly to look at Taehyun, who immeadiatly tensed and avoided eye contact. He cleared his throat and turned back to Ms. Lee, who was sitting more than ready to expose everything.

"Get this over with." He stormed to a chair at the corner of the room.

Ms. Lee opened her laptop, clicking on some files before turning it around for the others to see and hitting the play button. The video showed two guys in leather coats surrounding another in a white jacket. Y/N, Yunho, and principle Kang were confused. But Wooyoung and Taehyun knew.

"Please, I-I'll apologize,  just please put it down.. I d-didn't even mean it-"

Seonghwa.

"Shut the fuck up." One of the guys in the coat brought what seemed to be a knife up to his throat. "Get his bag."

The other guy ripped his bag from Seonghwa's shoulders, zipping it wide open and inspecting its insides. He pulled out a small silver necklace and chucked it to the other guy.

He grabbed it roughly, "Shit looks expensive." He turns to Seonghwa, "Daddy's money?"

"Give that back." Seonghwa mumbled.

"Or what?"

Just as Seonghwa was about to launch to get his necklace back, the knife in the guy's hand stabs him right in between his ribs. He lets out a gut-wretching scream as he stumbles and grabs onto the railing nearby. The guy puts a hand over his mouth and takes the knife out, puncturing him again on his side. Seonghwa's vision went black as he collapsed on the cold tiles of the bridge.

"Quick."

The other guy grabbed him from his arms and tossed him over the bridge violently. A huge splash erupted as red slowly seeped into the lake water. The two guys grabbed the bag, knife, and everything else and ran away.

Ms. Lee hit pause on her laptop before turning it around again. The whole room fell silent. Yunho was silently tearing up, droplets of tears falling down his cheek while Y/N put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

"That could be anybody." Wooyoung spoke up.

"Yes, but I worked with a friend of mine in the police department, and they said that a hair fell off that night and it matched with your DNA."

Wooyoung's glare intensified at her words, "Yeah, right, you're just bluffing." 

Ms. Lee smiled, "Am I?"

She put down a stapled bunch of papers on the desk. The document was long and wordy, but the bold text at the bottom solidified her point.

DNA MATCH WITH: JUNG WOOYOUNG

RESULTS: 99.99818989236% MATCH

The principle then walked over and picked up the document. He looked over it with a bewildered expression. His head turned around slowly to Wooyoung, whose face was burning bright red from fury. 

Principle Kang cleared his throat, "Alright, but what does this have to do with Taehyun? That could be anyone else-"

"It was him." 

Taehyun whipped his head around. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"If I'm going to jail, so are you." Wooyoung stared daggers at him.

Principle Kang's eye twitched; he stomped over and grabbed Taehyun by the collar. He pushed him to the wall, making him let out a low groan.

"You good for nothing bitch; I told you to get rid of the evidence." He muttered through his teeth.

"I would also like for you to know that you are being recorded from the security camera and on my phone." Ms. Lee stood up and stepped between the father and son. "I would suggest for you to move your hand; child abuse isn't a good look for you, Mister Kang."

He stepped back slowly, shooting her a menacing glare, then sitting back. Meanwhile, Yunho was full on sobbing at this point. He was bound in Y/N's arms, sniffling and mumbling incoherently as she patted his head with a sympathetic look on her face. Ms. Lee looked over to both of them, smiling sadly at them briefly before getting back to business.

"Now, I have already reported to the police station about this, and they said they're bringing it to court. Wooyoung, you and your friend group, along with your dad and principle Kang, are guilty of a lot of things." She walked around them for a bit, "Sexual assault, battery, embezzlement, and of course murder."

The whole room went silent. Wooyoung, Taehyun, and Principle Kang looked at each other; they then looked at Ms. Lee with an almost hungry gaze in their eyes.

"Well, no one has to find out, right?" Principle Kang stepped dangerously closer to her, eyeing her up and down.

He lunged at her full force, banging her head against the wall. She screeched in pain as her head banged the wall over and over again. Y/N and Yunho stood up and tried to move him away from her, but Wooyoung and Taehyun pushed them to the ground firmly, Yunho's crutches hitting his face. Wooyoung suddenly pinned both of them down, choking them with his hands.

"Mmmlet go of- us!" Y/N's pleas were dimmed by his hand grabbing her neck.

Y/N grabbed one of Yunho's crutches and jabbed them into Wooyoung's stomach. He let out a yelp before letting go of their necks and stumbling. Taehyun turned around to get at Yunho, but Y/N shoved the crutch in his face, causing him to yell in pain.

Y/N then grabbed her phones, her hands shaking as she dialed 911. Yunho carefully stood up and hopped over to Y/N. Finally, the phone was answered.

"9-1-1, What's your emergency?" A monotone voice asked.

"We need help, Taeng-Kang High School, now."