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le sserafim › the coffee spill

TRIGGER WARNING:

[ mention of abuse ]

You giggled as Eunchae tickled you until you were breathless.

You and the girls were gathered around on the floor of the dance studio, as you were taking a break from practice. Eunchae and Yunjin were messing around with you, Sakura and Chaewon were engaged in conversation, and Kazuha had dozed off beside the two eldest.

You were about to crack another joke to Yunjin and Eunchae, when suddenly, a man entered the room. He looked pissed.

Your body was quick to tense up. You instantly recognized him as Dong Seokju, one of the choreographers at HYBE Labels that's currently working with NewJeans.

Why do you know him? The answer is unfortunate and rather depressing; he makes your life a living hell. Even though he doesn't currently work for your group, he still stops by, simply to hurt you. You often come to the building to practice by yourself to perfect certain moves-well, obviously you're accompanied by one of the Unnies, seeing as you're only fifteen, but they usually venture off and do something else to allow you some space. When you're alone, Seokju comes into the room, only to belittle and physically harm you. You still have the bruises from his last visit (which was a few days ago), which you've had a difficult time covering up, seeing as you and the girls practically breathe down each other's necks.

You were honestly shocked that he was in the room at this moment, seeing as you're not alone. But the moment you saw the expression of anger tattooed on his face, you knew you must've fucked up bad enough for him to completely disregard the fact that there are people around. Your unnies, to be exact.

"You. You little bitch!" Seokju snapped, stomping towards you. "I know it was you who did it!" He pointed an accusing finger at you.

You hastily stood to your feet, gulping. The girls followed suit, clearly puzzled. That, however, didn't stop them from standing in front of you protectively. Eunchae and Kazuha stood by your side and had their arms around you, and Sakura, Chaewon, and Yunjin took their stances in front of you, blocking him from you, seeing as he appeared to be ready to charge at you.

Yunjin shoved his hand down. "Look, I don't know, nor do I care, what the hell you think she did. You are not going to come in here and talk to our maknae like that, am I clear?" She bit back.

"That little shit spilled coffee on an important file that I left in the recording studio," Seokju muttered angrily. He was visibly seething. It must've been an important file.

Your eyes widened. You remember doing that. Seokju had left the file behind after stopping by the recording booth to see you, not leaving without leaving a belittling comment and a bruise. But you could swear that you went to a staff member and had a new file printed out for him. The staff member must've spilled.

You visibly paled, and a bead of sweat rolled down your forehead.

"It- It was an accident, Seokju-nim, I promise!" You squeaked.

Chaewon looked over her shoulder and silenced you. "Don't worry, little one. Just let unnies take care of this," she said sweetly. She then turned back to Seokju, as she, Sakura, and Yunjin glared at the man. "Call our maknae by those names again, I fucking dare you," Chaewon threatened.

Your eyes widened further. You've never seen this overprotective side of the girls before in the year and a half that you've been around them. You didn't know that they talked like this.

"I suggest that you turn around and walk out of this room right now, before we call the company," Sakura stated, narrowing her eyes at Seokju.

Seokju scoffed, but ultimately spun on his heel and stormed out of the room.

You released a breath you didn't know you were holding on to, and crouched down, letting your head drop into the palms of your hands. Tears rolled down your cheeks.

They've seen how he talks to me. The secret's out. They know.

"Peach," Sakura called out quietly, kneeling down beside you, "are you okay? Scared?"

You nodded your head, a slight tremble in the way that you moved. "Scared," you murmured.

Eunchae looked at you, her dark brown eyes swimming with worry, yet you could still see the underlying anger, most likely directed at how that man talked about and to you. "Yoonah, has he talked like this to you before?" She questioned.

You bit your lip and simply stared into her eyes with your own glassy ones, not responding. This gave them the answers they needed.

Kazuha's eyes widened. "What the hell? For how long? Is there anything else we should know about?"

You sighed sadly, but continued to explain the way Seokju treats you. You were wailing by the time you had finished.

All of the girls looked at you with wide eyes, and Eunchae and Sakura were crying with you. Chaewon and Kazuha were quick to wrap you up in their arms and hold you tightly.

Chaewon kissed your head repeatedly, while Kazuha and the others spoke loving words to you.

"Don't worry, peach," Sakura murmured near your ear, her voice soft and soothing, "we've got you. Unnies will protect you."

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A/N : what do we think ?