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Chapter 94: All the Evidences Led to Us ⚠️

“There is no question of guilt here. The evidence is overwhelming. The testimonies are irrefutable. The truth is undeniable.”

His eyes cut to Mr. Choi.

“For years, this man stole, manipulated, and abused a child who trusted him. And now, when faced with justice, he asks you to look away. To excuse. To forget.”

His voice hardened.

“But we do not forget.”

A quiet murmur moved through the courtroom.

“We do not forget bruises. We do not forget hunger. We do not forget the way a boy was taught to fear the sound of footsteps in his own home.”

I felt my throat tighten.

“And we do not forget courage,” Oppa continued. His voice trembled—not with weakness, but with emotion barely held in check.

“We do not forget what it takes for a survivor to stand up, to speak, to say, ‘No more.’”

I looked at Taehyung.

He was crying silently.
But he wasn’t shaking.
He wasn’t crumbling.

He was standing.
In his own way, he was standing.
And we were standing with him.

Oppa’s gaze swept the jury one last time.

“The prosecution rests.”

He stepped back, his eyes flicking for a heartbeat to us.

To Tae.
To me.
To Joon.
To Yoongi.

And just like that—
The judge turned to the jury.

“Deliberations will begin immediately.”

The gavel slammed down like a thunderclap.

The sound reverberated through my chest.

And for the first time since this all began…
We let ourselves breathe.

Taehyung’s fate was in the jury’s hands now.

But his heart?
His heart was with us.
And so was ours.

And at the back of the courtroom, I saw Jungkook nod once, subtle but sure.

He believed too.
We all did.

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The jury had been gone for four hours.
Four hours of silence that pressed on our chests like a weight we couldn’t shake off.

Four hours of glancing at the clock every ten minutes, even though it never moved fast enough.

Taehyung hadn’t said much. He sat perfectly still—his hands folded, his expression unreadable.

But I could feel it in the way he held my hand, fingers tense and slightly cold. He was bracing himself.

Not for failure, not anymore.
But for release.

“Tae?” I whispered, giving his hand a squeeze.

He blinked, like I’d pulled him out of deep water. “Yeah?”

Yoongi rubbed slow, reassuring circles along his back. “You okay, baby?”

“I just…” Tae looked down at his lap.

“I don’t know how to feel.”

Beside him, Joon rested his palm against Tae’s back, grounding.

“However you feel is valid. You’re here. That’s enough.”

Across from us, Jin oppa leaned back slightly in his chair, arms crossed but not cold—just calm. Composed.