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➼ 𝟐𝟒, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲

Taehyung POV

I ran straight towards my office, holding back the overwhelming amount of emotions crashing straight into me. Did he really just ask to fuck me? Does he really think I'm a slut now? What did I do to become a useless weakling to a straight-up whore? I'm not a toy; he should know his limits. No, THEY should know their limits. Is that all I appeared as to the world, was I always the weak small one? 

Aggressively typing on the computer, I absorbed my whole focus onto the screen to work and stop thinking about Jeon and Park. But no, that didn't work. I kept on having random flashbacks from beatings that either one of them gave me; and the way that they used to treat me as a wreck, and a playtoy. Even worse, I remembered the times where dad would straight up beat me until I was unable to move almost everyday.

And so, it ended up with me lying breathless on the floor, having a panic attack.

Thoughts about myself always ended up by pointing out all my insecurities and flaws. The mere thought of myself; my face, and my body was enough to make me go through a traumatic flashback or some sort of something, that lead to me taking pills. It was scary; absolutely frightening for me.

I don't know what triggered my sudden flush of panic and stress, but I think it had something to do with Jeon and Park asking for a fuck, or maybe it was just me and my head playing games with me by playing flashbacks of the beatings they used to give me. 

- FLASHBACK - 

"Aww, poor you," Jeon says, pointing at me, laughing with his friends. Laying face flat on the janitor's closet, once again I was cornered. Trying to stand up, I grab the nearest desk, finding balance by doing so. "So, what are you planning to do today? I think he deserves a little more than usual, he kept on ignoring me during class and he didn't give me answers to the test nor did he do my homework." Jimin suggests, belittling me with his very own eyes. "Oh is that so Jiminie? I agree with you, babe! We should!" Jeon replies, almost as if insane, his stare one so cold yet so enchanting.

"Everyone leave now," Jeon commands. Instantaneously, all the minions leave the dark, cold janitor's closet; leaving three people in there, me, Jeon, and Park. "How should we start today? I've been feeling a lot of stress building up on me recently, I think you should be useful for once and help me." Jeon starts, his stare intensifying on me. He grabs me and pushes me to the ground, and starts with a quick kick. It hits straight to my stomach, leaving me gasping for air as it hit straight to my diaphragm. The kick hurt, but I was used to it; dad did it to me all the time and so did they. It was a daily occurrence, and I had no option but to get used to it.

Jimin also came closer, his fist punching right at my arm. My bony arms gave up, and they were so close to snapping. After about 10 rounds of Jeon kicking me and Jimin punching me, they finally stopped when I was choking out with air, and when I was a crying mess, one that was silently crying. Panting for oxygen and having flashbacks of dad hitting me with a belt wasn't helping the current state that I was in; but I had to remind myself that they weren't finished yet. 

"Are you already crying? Aww so sad!" Jeon pathetically says, not feeling a tad bit of sympathy. "Jiminie! What do you think, do you think that he learned a lesson?" He adds, mockingly. "Baby, I don't think so! I mean look at him, he's crying! He needs to learn how to handle a lesson!" Jimin replies, his cold stare looking at me with mock and anger. "I agree baby, oh you are so smart. I think he deserves another 10 or so!" 

And so another 10 rounds of endless punches and kicking begin. 

When the first fist comes in contact with my other arm, I couldn't help but yelp. The throbbing on my arm just got worse, and it wouldn't stop aching. The sting just added on, overlaying the last hit; every single time. Each hit would release a louder thud than the one earlier, and each kick Jeon kicked was just torture itself; in no way could words describe the level of agony and suffering I was going through.

- END OF FLASHBACK - 

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I tried to write longer this time, but I don't think I did well. The flashback was really badly written, sorry. Sorry if there are any mistakes! I hope you like this chapter tho <3 I love you all, really! <333

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