I held him close, processing.
"Micah knows?"
"Do-hyun contacted him personally. Sent him the documentation. Micah's attorney is reviewing whether to pursue additional civil action."
My chest felt too tight. "And the crew members from the truss incident?"
"Chang-min and Junho," Griffin said, naming them the way he always did, making people real instead of variables. "Both stable. They're both expected to recover fully. Do-hyun's been in contact with their families. VFM's covering all medical costs, but that's liability management, not accountability."
I held all the new knowledge in my chest and waited for it to turn into relief. It didn't immediately.
Some part of me still expected the machine to correct itself and crush the opposition.
Griffin's voice softened. "This isn't going away quietly. There will be press and speculation. Management issued a statement, something about personnel misconduct and immediate action. They're trying to control the narrative, but the arrest is public record."
"The tour—"
"Continues," he said. "Calgary and Denver dates remain on the schedule. Kang's restructuring the security detail. I'm staying on through the end of the North American leg." He paused. "If you want me to."
I nodded once. "I want you to."
The door opened then, no knock. Jinwoo, Taemin, and Minjae filed in, still damp with sweat.
They stopped when they saw us. Griffin didn't stop hugging me, but his posture shifted, not defensive, but ready.
aJinwoo's eyes met mine. He looked tired and relieved.
He looked like a leader who'd been carrying other people's fear and finally set some of it down.
"Do-hyun briefed us," he said in Korean, then switched to English, choosing his words for Griffin's benefit. "He told us what Soo-jin did. What he admitted to. That they arrested him."
Minjae's hands trembled slightly. He shoved them into his pockets. "Is it real? They're not going to—he can't just—"
"It's real," Griffin said quietly. "They have documented evidence. Multiple witnesses. Recorded confession. This isn't something management can manage away."
Minjae let out a sound halfway between a laugh and a sob. "Good."
Taemin looked at me. "You okay?"
The question was simple, yet contained everything.
I replied honestly and quietly, "I'm learning how to be."
Jinwoo stepped closer, not crowding, closing the distance just enough to make a point. He rested his hand briefly on my shoulder.
The touch lasted less than a second.
"We stand with you," he said. "Whatever comes next. Press. Questions. Speculation. You won't face it alone."
Taemin nodded. "Do-hyun's coordinating with legal and PR. They're preparing statements. We all agreed—"
Minjae finished, "—we tell the truth. Soo-jin endangered the tour. Endangered all of us. That's not speculation."
I was hoarse when I spoke. "Thank you."
"Don't thank us," Minjae said. "We should have acted sooner."
"You weren't supposed to," Griffin said. His tone was matter-of-fact. "Soo-jin had the authority. Access. He used the system precisely because it trusted people in his position."
