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💜 Taehyung - Abused - Part 2

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

~ Taehyung's POV ~

Three weeks have passed, since the abuse began. At first, it was once a day, then twice, and now, I have to report to his office every morning, noon, and evening. Sometimes, when I do something he particularly hates, he takes that out on me too.

My whole personality changed. I didn't go out with the members anymore, I stopped watching movies and series with them, and I slowly stopped eating too. But I started lying instead of it.

" Yeah, I already ate in the studio. No, I'm fine. I'm just tired. I don't want to order take out. I will play with you next time"

In reality, I wanted to disappear. I felt worthless, and a waste of time and space. The manager never forgot to tell me these things, so it had to be true. I was hurting inside and outside, but I had to keep it hidden: I was deathly scared of him.

- Tae, keep up, you're behind! 1, 2, 3, 4, no, stop it!! You don't do that step, until later! What is wrong with you? – Today's practice didn't start out great. – Do you need to go through the choreography again, in private? Then let's go. – I hated everything about this. I followed him to his office, and waited motionless, for my punishment. As he closed the door, my body started shaking uncontrollably.

- Absolutely ridiculous, that you call yourself and idol. – He slapped me. – You're not good at anything. – A punch to the stomach. – You're disgusting. – A kick in the ribs. – Do everyone a favor, and... -  He grabbed my neck again. – And fucking die. – He whispered the last part, and kicked me in the chest with full force.

I wasn't supposed to handle all of this. Waves of unbearable pain shocked my body over and over again, I wasn't able to speak, see or breathe. I was conscious for less than a minute, but that was it.

I hoped my members would find my body.

~ Yoongi's POV ~

- Um, sir? Where is Taehyung? – I asked quietly. When the manager returned, alone, he was in a surprisingly good mood.

- Oh, I sent him home, he wasn't feeling well. Maybe I was too hard on you guys. I'm sorry, I was just trying to bring out the best in you. If I give you guys the rest of the day off, would that make up for it? – seeing him smile was strange. Something wasn't right.

- Well, we would be very thankful, sir. Thank you. – We started packing up, and I approached Seokjin.

- Hyung, this seems very weird to me. He yells at Tae, leaves with him, returns without him in a good mood, and why is he so generous all of a sudden? – Jin turned towards me, I could almost see the wheels turning in his head.

- You're kinda right... What do you think happened?

- I don't want to make any accusations, but maybe we should look into his office. – Jin nodded, and we finished packing up. We left the studio, but instead of going home, we headed towards his office. I hated being an alarmist, but I would rather be safe than sorry.

- Do we knock? Or just go in? – I asked the eldest.

- I say we just go in. If he's in there, and there's nothing wrong, we'll just say we confused his office door with someone else's. – That sounded like a solid plan, we just had to hope, that it wasn't locked.

It was open.

I slowly opened the door a crack, waiting for the manager's voice. But I heard nothing. So, I entered.

And there, in the middle of the room, laid Taehyung.

I couldn't believe my eyes, I thought I was hallucinating. He looked ghastly: his skin was pale, but covered in purple and black bruises. A small trail of blood was leaking from his mouth, and... he didn't seem to be breathing.