K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Dino svt - abused

@noraandromeda here's your request. Hope you like it.
Abuse is never okay. Your feelings are valid, and you are not alone. If someone hurts you, please reach out—someone will listen. You deserve safety and love.
900 words.

⚠️ Physical and Emotional abuse, descriptions of pain and injuries. If you are uncomfortable with any of those, don't hesitate to skip.

The pressure had always been there. Being a performer meant pain—exhaustion, bruises, injuries that never really healed. Dino accepted that.

But this? This wasn't normal.

"Again."

Dino bit his tongue as he got up. His legs felt like lead, his lungs burned, but he nodded.

He danced.

"Again!"

His manager's voice was sharp, impatient. Dino's body ached, but he didn't stop.

He danced.

Then—pain.

A sharp slap to the back of his head.

He stumbled, nearly falling forward. His breath caught, but he didn't dare look up.

"Why are you so slow today?" his manager snapped.

Dino clenched his fists. "I—I'm trying."

"Trying isn't enough. Not for someone like you."

Someone like you.

Not a prodigy.
Not irreplaceable.
Not worth their patience.

Dino swallowed hard and nodded. "I'll do better."

The choreographer scoffed. "You better. Again."

So he danced.

***

He lasted a month before he broke.

A month of bruises hidden under sleeves. A month of rehearsals that left him limping. A month of words that made his stomach twist and his confidence shatter.

He had to tell someone.

And who better than his hyungs?

That night, he gathered his courage and spoke.

"Hyung, I..." His voice trembled. "I need to tell you something."

Jeonghan looked up from his phone, tilting his head. "What's up?"

Dino hesitated.

Then, in a whisper, he told them everything.

About the slaps.
The kicks.
The exhaustion.

About how scared he was to go to practice.

When he finished, the room was silent.

Then, Wonwoo sighed. "Dino... don't joke about stuff like that."

"I'm not joking."

Joshua frowned. "But our managers wouldn't do that. And our choreographers are strict, yeah, but they wouldn't hit you."

"They do," Dino insisted, his voice desperate. "I'm not lying."

Seungcheol exhaled sharply. "Dino, do you know what you're saying? You're accusing people who have worked with us for years."

"I know!" His voice cracked. "But it's true, hyung, I swear—"

"Maybe you're just overthinking it," Mingyu said lightly. "We all get scolded sometimes."