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When Hana stepped into the now wrecked room, only one thought consumed her—she had to stop her idiot boyfriend and equally idiotic friend from killing each other.

But the moment her eyes landed on them, all the air was knocked from her lungs.

They weren't fighting anymore. They weren't even moving.

They were both sprawled out on the floor, battered, bloodied, and looking half-dead.

Hana's breath hitched. Her legs felt weak, but she forced herself to move forward, every step heavier than the last. She crouched beside Gamin first, hesitating before reaching out. He looked the worst out of the two, bruises blooming across his face, his lip split open.

She pressed two fingers to his neck, holding her breath. A pulse.

A sharp exhale of relief escaped her, and she let her hand linger for a second before shifting toward Hanwool.

"Hanwool..." Her voice cracked as she reached out, her fingers barely brushing his cheek. He didn't react.

Her throat tightened. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She swallowed hard, shaking him lightly, her hands trembling against his skin.

"You stupid bastard," she whispered, her voice breaking. "What the hell were you two thinking?"

But there was no snarky retort, no lazy smirk, no cocky remark.

Just silence.

And for the first time that night, Hana felt something she hadn't before.

Fear.

Hana shook Hanwool gently at first, then harder, desperation creeping into her movements. "Come on, you bastard. Wake up," she muttered, her voice cracking. But he didn't stir.

Behind her, the sound of hurried footsteps filled the wrecked room. Her study group had finally caught up. She glanced over her shoulder, her face an unreadable mask despite the tear tracks staining her cheeks.

"Take Gamin with you. He needs medical attention," she ordered, her tone sharp, almost cold. She had to hold it together. Had to focus.

But the second she turned back to Hanwool, her walls shattered.

She cradled his head in her lap, her hands shaking as she brushed the blood-matted hair from his face. Her tears fell onto his skin, but he still didn't move.

"Wake up, you asshole," she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper. "You don't get to die like this. Not after everything."

"Hana..." Heewon's voice was small, hesitant. She hated seeing Hana like this, the usually fearless girl looking so utterly broken.

Jun, limping and bruised himself, stepped forward, his gaze softening when he saw Hana's grip tighten around Hanwool.

"Let's get him to the hospital too," he said, his tone firm yet gentle. He knelt beside her, carefully placing a hand on Hanwool's shoulder.