Kpop Sickfics / Hurtfics

💜 Taehyung - Abused - Part 1

//TW: mentions of physical and mental abuse //

~ Taehyung's POV ~

Being a member of BTS, the biggest boyband in the world, had its perks and dangers too. We got to do things, none of us would ever dream about: travelling, meeting so many people, spreading the message of self-love all over the world. But on the other hand, every move we made was watched, made public, and no matter what, we were scrutinized, all the time.

We had some many fans, people who love us unconditionally. But we also had haters: people jealous of our success and fame. We never knew, who someone truly was, if they wanted us to succeed – or to fail. Sadly, it was sometimes too late.

We had a lovely manager. He cared about each of us, and only wanted the very best for us. Sometimes, it meant tough love, but ever since he managed us, we only gained popularity, and we have never been happier. Sadly, last year, he had to retire, due to some family issues.

Our new manager was completely different. We were all used to the feeling of being overworked and stressed out, but this man made all of us feel ten times worse. Nothing we ever did was good enough, he never praised us, and only gave the minimal number of days off. I don't think I ever saw him smile.

- Kim Namjoon, I thought you were the leader of this group! Why are you in the back, hiding and sulking? Unacceptable! – We were in the middle of a concept photo shoot, and he always found something, he didn't like. – What is that face you're making? Are you really that disrespectful? Wow, I can't believe this.

- I'm sorry, I'm just...

- Save me from your pathetic excuses! I. Don't. Care. Are you an idol? Act like it.

- Sir, we are all having a hard day, we haven't had time to really rest in a few weeks. – I chimed in, hoping he could see the error of his ways.

- Oh, is that so? Wah-wah, poor world-famous group has to work hard! – He yelled back at me. – You know what? I want to have a word with you in private. – I got a bad feeling about it, but I didn't have the courage to step up for myself. He motioned me to a private room, and he locked the door behind us.

- I didn't mean to be disrespectful towards you, sir. – I apologized quickly; I didn't want this to escalate.

- I don't give a fuck about what you want and don't want. All of you are pathetic little boys, I hate working with you. But you know what? I want you to feel the same way about me, as I do about you. Come a little closer. – I was repulsed by his response. I was told many times, that someone hates me, but never by a manager. I approached him carefully.

- Do you really want to know how I feel about you right now? – He asked with a smug half-smile. I didn't know how to respond, so I just looked at him. – Like this. – And with that, punched me right in my stomach.

I bit my lip, and hunched over in pain. I didn't want to make a sound, as I though that would anger him more. He then lifted my head up, and spat in my face.

- You're nothing but a waste of space and time. Don't ever forget that. – He pushed me to the floor, and left the room. I was left in the floor, shocked and crying silently. What did I do to deserve this?

After two minutes, I left the room too. The others were doing their solo photos, so I had time to go and clean myself up. I looked at myself in the mirror, and repeated the words: A waste of time and space. That's what I am.

The next day, our manager accompanied us to dance practice. He thought we weren't working hard enough, so we made it our mission to train extra hard today. After an hour of rehearsing and doing our best, he still looked unimpressed.

- I know the problem here. Taehyung, come out, and now the six of you do the routine. Ah, see, how it looks much better? Maybe you shouldn't really be part of this dance, don't you think? – He looked down on me. I was completely frozen, but thankfully, the others jumped to my defense.

- Okay, I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. Taehyung, may I have a word with you outside? – He looked at me with remorse, but I knew it was a façade. I left the room with a horrible feeling in my stomach.

- You're lucky the other bastards love you so much, although there's nothing lovable about you. You know, I could make this little problem go away. Do you want that, do you want this to be over? – I didn't know what he was referencing, but I was desperate for this to end, so I nodded.

- Alright, boy, let's end this. – He then grabbed me by my throat, lifted me, and pushed me to a wall. I was getting less and less oxygen every second, and although I tried to fight him off, he was much stronger than me. – God, I love seeing you suffering. You're so pathetic. I won't kill you this time, I want to make you hurt for a long while. – And with that, he finally let me go.

I felt like my throat was crushed completely: it hurt to breathe, and I was coughing like crazy. I couldn't even stand up, so I had to lay down. He laughed at me for a few seconds, then left me alone. I had to spend around five minutes on the floor, desperately trying to breathe. Finally, I was able to stand up, and made my way back to the studio. He was waiting for me in the doorway.

- One word about this, and I will fucking end you. I hope, that's clear. – And he opened the door before me. I had to pretend that everything was just fine, but inside, I was scared like never before.

This man wants to kill me.