Chapitre 917: Let Me Rest

"Thanks, Marcus," Jay sighed, the stress in his voice evident. 

"No worries," Marcus said. "You want me to drop you off at your dorm?" 

Jay nodded. "Thanks again." 

"Don't mention it." 

June stared out of the window, feeling weirdly calm. His career had just burst into flames in a matter of hours, but he didn't feel too bad about it. 

Somehow, he felt worse for the people he loved. It wasn't because he was hurting—but because they were. He could already imagine the turmoil his members and his fans were going through. 

June could handle the public scrutiny, but the thought that the people he cherished were also going to get scrutinized made his heart ache. 

"Oh crap," Marcus said after a while.

June and Jay looked up and saw that the situation was even worse in their dorm.

There were reporters and protestors surrounding it, with banners that said 'Oust June.'