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65. Who is shadow?

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"Come with me,"

Yoongi said, grabbing Jimin's hand tightly. His grip was soft. He wasn't planning to let go-not now, not after everything that happened.

Jimin looked up at him, still a little weak, but he followed without asking any questions. He trusted Yoongi.

They both walked down the hallway slowly, every step echoing as they made their way to the main hall. The building felt too quiet despite being full. The tension in the environment was heavy, almost like it was pressing down on their shoulders.

When they reached the main hall, they saw that the professors had already gathered everyone from the university. Students stood in confused groups, whispering to each other. Professors looked serious, tense, some even scared.

Jimin wasn't seriously injured, but he definitely wasn't okay either. His skin still looked red from the intense heat, and his body felt sore, like it had been through a storm. Yoongi was also hurt-his hand had been burned badly while saving Jimin. Thankfully, it was treated quickly, wrapped in clean bandages, but the pain still showed on his face.

As they stepped inside, all eyes turned to them. The whole room went silent.

People were worried-especially Jin, Namjoon, and the principal. Their faces showed how stressed they had been. Among the all students, whispers started again. Everyone had been shaken by what happened.

Lia looked especially anxious, her eyes stuck on Jimin. And Professor Hana-her hands were trembling, her eyes filled with fear.

The moment Jin saw them, he rushed over without thinking.

"Jimin... How are you feeling? Thank god you woke up..." Jin said as he quickly looked at Jimin from head to toe, checking for any serious injuries. He looked relieved when he saw Jimin was standing on his own. But then his eyes fell on Yoongi's hand. His face turned pale.

"Oh my god, your hand... Yoongi,"
Jin said, clearly shocked by the burns.

"I'm ok..."

Yoongi replied in a low voice. His tone was calm, but it was easy to tell he was holding back a lot.

Namjoon stepped in right after. His worry was written all over his face.

"Hyung, you both should go home. Why did you come here?" Namjoon asked, almost scolding them.

Yoongi didn't hesitate. His eyes were sharp, full of fire.

"I can't let this matter go, Namjoon. The person who did this will regret it. They have to pay for this," Yoongi said firmly. There was clear rage in his voice. Every time he looked at Jimin's burned skin, at his own wounded hand, it made his blood boil.