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Shattered Reflections (Yeosang)

The studio was quiet after hours, the echoes of the day's dance practice lingering in the empty room. The fluorescent lights cast a harsh, unrelenting glow over the floor, illuminating the sweat-soaked, exhausted bodies of the members of ATEEZ. Yeosang, though usually full of energy and charisma, had been noticeably subdued lately. His movements were less fluid, his usually bright eyes now shadowed with a mixture of fatigue and apprehension.

The dance instructor, a stern figure with a reputation for being exceptionally demanding, had asked Yeosang to stay behind after practice. Yeosang's heart sank as he heard the instructor's request. He tried to brush off his anxiety, telling himself it was just part of the routine. But deep down, he knew something was off. The instructor's tone had been colder lately, and the fear of what awaited him after practice was a constant weight on his shoulders.

When the studio was empty, and the other members had left, Yeosang approached the instructor, his heart pounding. The instructor's face was a mask of disapproval as he gestured for Yeosang to follow him to the back room, away from the view of the other members.

"Yeosang," the instructor's voice was low and harsh, "we need to talk about your performance. You've been slipping, and it's unacceptable."

Yeosang's stomach twisted with anxiety as he followed. He tried to muster a response, but his voice came out as a mere whisper. "I'll do better. I'm sorry."

The instructor's eyes narrowed. "Sorry isn't good enough. You need to understand the consequences of failure."

The next few moments were a blur of harsh words and physical reprimands that Yeosang tried to endure in silence. He had come to believe that he deserved this treatment-that somehow, his failure as a dancer justified the instructor's cruelty. The bruises and pain were a constant reminder of his inadequacy, a painful validation of his own self-doubt.

Yeosang would return to his dorm each night, hiding his pain behind a mask of normalcy. He would avoid the other members, afraid they would notice the bruises or the changes in his demeanor. His attempts to brush off their concerns with forced smiles and vague excuses were becoming increasingly difficult.

One evening, as Yeosang was leaving the practice room, he stumbled into Seonghwa. Seonghwa's eyes widened at the sight of Yeosang's disheveled appearance, and he could immediately sense that something was wrong.

"Yeosang," Seonghwa's voice was gentle but firm, "you've been acting strange lately. What's going on?"

Yeosang hesitated, his eyes darting away. "It's nothing, Seonghwa. I'm just tired."

Seonghwa wasn't convinced. He noticed the way Yeosang winced as he adjusted his backpack, the subtle bruising peeking through his sleeves. Seonghwa reached out, gently pulling up Yeosang's sleeve to reveal a cluster of bruises on his arm. Yeosang flinched, his face paling as the reality of his situation became undeniable.

"What happened to you?" Seonghwa's voice was filled with concern and anger. "Who did this?"

Yeosang's throat tightened, and tears welled up in his eyes. He had been trying so hard to keep it hidden, but now the weight of his suffering was too much to bear. "It's the dance instructor," he confessed, his voice breaking. "He... he's been hurting me when I don't meet his expectations. I thought I deserved it. I didn't want to tell anyone."

Seonghwa's heart ached and his eyes softened as he listened. He wrapped an arm around Yeosang, pulling him into a comforting embrace. "You don't deserve this. No one does."

Determined to make things right, Seonghwa took Yeosang to Hongjoong, who was finishing up some work in his studio. Hongjoong looked up, startled by the sudden entry of his members and how their faces twisted with distress.

"Hongjoong," Seonghwa said urgently, "Yeosang has been abused by the dance instructor. We need to do something about this."

Hongjoong's eyes widened as he saw the bruises littering his donsaeng's arms and listened to Yeosang's story. His expression hardened with resolve. "This isn't acceptable. We need to take this to the manager immediately."

The three of them went to the manager's office, their faces grim. Seonghwa explained the situation, showing the evidence of the abuse and recounting Yeosang's experiences. The manager listened, his expression shifting from shock to anger.

"I had no idea this was happening," the manager said, his voice filled with regret. "This is completely unacceptable. I'll make sure the dance instructor is dealt with and ensure Yeosang receives the support he needs."

The manager wasted no time. He arranged for immediate intervention, removing the instructor from his position and implementing stricter oversight on the remaining staff. Yeosang was given access to counseling and medical care, and his well-being became a priority.

As days passed, Yeosang began to heal, both physically and emotionally. The support from his friends and the new measures in place helped him regain his confidence and sense of safety. The ATEEZ members rallied around him, offering their encouragement and reminding him that he was valued and loved.

In the end, the ordeal served as a painful reminder of the importance of looking out for one another. The bond between the members grew stronger, and the team became even more united in their commitment to supporting each other through both the triumphs and the trials.