Web Of Lies

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Author's pov

The car arrived, and they all went to the company. They had started their warm-ups. Today, there was no dance instructor and no staffs, they were the only ones in the practice room.

They had to perfect their dance for the Map of the Soul concert. They plan on performing  no more dreams on the second day of the concert.

The dance requires a lot of strain on the shoulders and waist area, but due to his injury, Jimin couldn't keep up with the dance.

He tried as much as he could to dance properly so the members wouldn't notice his flaw, but he was getting tired.
Even though the wounds were not as bad as they were yesterday, the sudden body movements triggered them, making them feel brand new.

He tried his best to endure the pains and dance. He was afraid, he didn't want them to notice that he was getting tired. It was just an hour into practice, and they still had six more hours to go.

He knew if any of the members noticed this, they would pick on him. He was extremely careful not to let Hoseok see him as he didn't want to receive another beating.

He was enduring it just fine, this was the 5th try they were doing. It has been four hours, and he was glad that everything was going  just fine. But luck wasn't on his side.

It was time for them to do the hip twist, this part was especially painful for him. The kick he received from Jungkook yesterday will always act up whenever he tried moving his hips.

He had already received two warnings from Hoseok to adjust his movements on that part. He knew the third one was not going to be in words, so he tried his best to avoid it.

So when that part came up, he was concentrated on doing his best, but as he twisted his hip, he felt a cramp on his lower abdomen, which made him seize his movements entirely.

Jimin's pov

I crouched down and held my stomach in pain as it became hard for me to move at all.

Ignoring my pain, I tried to stand on my feet again, but that seemed to be another struggle in it's own, I was trying my best to get up but fell to the ground due to the hit that landed on my back.

I groaned in pain as another hit landed on my shoulder, then came hyungs voice, "I told not to fuck this dance up for us, I can't just stand there and watch you fuck things up for everybody, do you plan on ruining our career, you're not a girl so man up and do what you're suppose to," he said each word of his gains me a kick on my body.

Lastly he hit me on my stomach, thesame spot where his boyfriend hit yesterday, a small whimper left my lips as I was too tired to cry out louder, it hurts everywhere, I can't feel my body, all I feel is numbness.

"Get on your feet, and you better get it right this time around," he says again, I tried my best to stand, but how could I, my body is killing me, all my joints aren't working again. I had hoped someone would stop him as the pain was becoming unbearable, but no one was stopping him...

"Stop being a pussy and stand properly," he says hitting me again and I fell face first on the floor hitting my nose and mouth making it bleed, he didn't stop there and started hitting everywhere his feet land, it hurts so much, my tears flowing like rivers as it was the only outlet I had to express my pain, my throat was sore that I couldn't even scream.

"Stop Hobi, he's gonna pass out, came Yoongi hyungs voice, he was holding hyungs leg as he was about to kick me again, he looked at me one last time before he went away.

I shifted my eyes from his retreating back to Yonngi hyung, who was still crouching beside me.

Our eyes locked together as together, i wanted him to hug me and tell me everything was going to be alright,  I wanted him to give me his comfort like he does whenever I'm down.

My tears were flowing continously, my heart tightening, making it hard for me to breathe, my breath became laboured as I passed out of exhaustion, the last thing I saw was his worried eyes as he gently held my face in his palms calling my name gently. It felt so nice as I couldn't remember the last time he used that tone with me.

Yoongi's Pov

My heart beat increased as Jimin passed out in my arms. The look he had in his eyes held so much pain and sorrow. We were slowly breaking him.

He was reaching his limit. What he did was unforgivable, but two years of torture should be enough right. He must have learnt his lesson. He would not dare to do it again.

Anyone would break after going through what he did, but he is still holding on to false hope that one day everything would turn out to be a nightmare for him.

I didn't know when a tear fell from my eyes, looking at him this way. We did this to him, I did this to my Jiminie, I hurt him so much.

Tears were flowing down my cheeks like rivers as I held him close to my chest, burying my face in the crook of his neck and crying my heart out.

I could feel the others' eyes on me, but no one dared to stop me as I cried pathetically, holding the love of my life in my arms. He was in pain, I had the power to stop his pain, but I didn't, I was hating on myself.

I couldn't blame them for his condition. They had their reasons, but still seeing him like this every time breaks my heart so much. I just can't handle the pain anymore.

I cried my heart out, holding him close to my chest, I held onto his body tightly, afraid he'll leave me because he seemed lifeless. I didn't know for how long I cried, holding him tight, afraidhell leave if i let go. When I stood up, the others were sitting there looking at us.

They couldn't continue the practice as we were sitting in the middle of the room. I doubt they had the heart to continue anyway.

I picked Jimin in my arms and left the room without saying anything, their gazes following after my steps, but they didn't dare to stop me. They didn't even have the heart to do so. Deep down, they all still love him. You can never hate on him. I asked the company for a car to drive us home as the younger was not well, I didn't provide them with much information. I held my love close to my chest, afraid he'll leave me if I ever let go of him.

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