As soon as the students of class 6 –the class Yongguk was now responsible of- saw their beat up teacher, they rushed over to him.

“Hyung! I mean, teacher! What happened?” said Himchan while Youngjae was busy making up stories.

“I knew it, they finally found here. I knew I wasn’t safe here too and now I even dragged the rest of the school to the danger. I’m going to go and tell them that I give up, that they can take me. As long as they don’t touch my friends…” he was in a trance worriedly mumbling all that and walking back and forth.

Everyone, including class 9 -which was Kris’ class- was now watching him with a confused expression.

‘What is he talking about?’

‘What really happened?’

‘Is he a mafia boss’ only son or what?’

These were the questions on everyone’s mind right now.

Finally, Yongguk placed all his babies to the ground and went to his side.

“I’m okay, Youngjae. I was just a bit tired because of the heavy weapons I was carrying.” He said, trying to be nice as much as possible.

“Really?” Youngjae’s eyes lit up. “Thank God, and I thought…” he didn’t continue.

So Yongguk asked “What did you think, Youngjae? What’s going on?”

Youngjae shifted his eyes to the ground, looking at the weapons Yongguk brought. He was afraid to look at Yongguk’s eyes. True, they didn’t have the best beginning but Youngjae came to understand the older