K-pop sickfics/hurtfics

Jeongin skz - abuse part 2

@staaaaay15 here's your request. Hope you like it.
The begging is kind of confusing but it get's more logical if you keep reading.
1000 words.

The silence in the studio was deafening.

Jeongin's breathing was uneven, his chest still trembling from the sobs that had wracked his body minutes ago. Han hadn't let go of him, his arms still firm around Jeongin's shoulders, as if he could physically hold him together. Changbin sat close, his hand a steady weight on Jeongin's arm, grounding him. But none of it stopped the fear curling in Jeongin's stomach.

Chan was still on the phone. His voice was clipped, sharp in a way Jeongin had never heard before. "I have the footage. I want to know what you're going to do about it." A pause. His fingers curled into a fist. "No. That's not enough."

Jeongin's throat was dry. He wanted to ask—who was Chan talking to? What was going to happen?—but he couldn't. His body felt frozen, locked in place by exhaustion and the sheer weight of everything crashing down on him.

The truth was out.

It should have felt like relief.

But all he felt was fear.

His head ducked lower, shoulders curling inward. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be putting them through this. What if..

A gentle tug on his sleeve stopped the spiral.

Jeongin glanced up. Han was looking at him, his expression soft, but his eyes held something unreadable—hurt, maybe. Or guilt.

"You should've told us," Han whispered.

Jeongin swallowed. His voice barely worked. "I didn't... I didn't want to be a burden."

Changbin let out a sharp breath. "A burden?" His jaw clenched. "Jeongin, do you even hear yourself? How could you think—" He cut himself off, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "Damn it."

Han's grip tightened. "We're your family, Innie." His voice was quieter now, almost pained. "You've been going through this alone, all this time, and we didn't even notice."

The door to the studio opened then, and Jeongin flinched.

It was just Felix. But Jeongin couldn't stop his body from tensing, from bracing for something worse.

Felix's eyes flickered between them, confusion shifting into concern. "Hyung told us to come," he said carefully.

Behind him, the others appeared one by one—Seungmin, Hyunjin, and finally Minho. The room felt smaller, warmer, filled with too many emotions for Jeongin to process. He tried to shrink into himself, but he knew there was nowhere to hide.

Felix sat next to him first, close but not touching, as if waiting for permission. When Jeongin didn't pull away, Felix reached out and covered Jeongin's hand with his own. His palm was warm, steady. "I'm so sorry," he murmured.

The others were quiet. Hyunjin's lips were pressed into a thin line, his hands curled into fists. Seungmin looked like he was struggling to find words. And Minho...

Minho looked furious.

Not at Jeongin. Never at him. But at the situation. At the fact that this had been happening under their noses.

"Who was it?" Minho's voice was low, controlled, but there was a dangerous edge to it. "Tell me."

Jeongin shook his head quickly. "Hyung, don't..."

"Don't what, Jeongin?" Minho snapped, his patience cracking. "Don't get angry? Don't do anything? How can you expect us to sit here knowing someone has been hurting you?"

Jeongin flinched. He hadn't meant to make them mad. This was exactly what he was afraid of—causing trouble, making things worse—

Felix squeezed his hand. "You're not in trouble, Innie," he said softly, as if reading his mind.

Jeongin bit his lip hard, but it did nothing to stop the emotions threatening to overwhelm him.

Then Chan spoke.

"They're handling it," he said, lowering his phone. His expression was unreadable, but his voice was laced with something cold. "Management knows now. There's going to be an investigation."

Silence.

Jeongin felt lightheaded. This was happening too fast.

"It's over, Innie," Chan continued, his voice softening. "They won't be able to hurt you anymore."

Then why didn't it feel over?

Jeongin's stomach churned. His hands were shaking again. He should be relieved. He should be. But all he could think about was stepping back into that building, into those halls where it had all happened.

And even if the abuser was gone, the memories wouldn't be.

Even after the others knew, the fear didn't disappear overnight.

The first time he had to go back to the company after everything came out, Jeongin could barely breathe. His chest felt too tight, his heartbeat too loud in his ears.

"You don't have to do this today," Chan had said that morning, concern heavy in his voice.

But Jeongin had to. Because if he didn't, if he let himself run away, he was afraid he'd never be able to go back.

Still, when he stood in front of the practice room, his hands wouldn't stop shaking.

A light touch on his arm made him startle.

"Hey," Hyunjin said gently. "I'm right here."

Jeongin swallowed hard. "I know."

And he did. He knew he wasn't alone anymore. But his body still reacted before his mind could catch up.

They stepped inside together.

The room was the same as it had always been, but to Jeongin, it felt suffocating. His eyes flickered to the mirrors, to the table where things had been slammed down near him, to the corners of the room where he used to shrink away and make himself small.

Hyunjin must have noticed, because he stayed close. Not hovering, but close enough that Jeongin felt it.

Felix and Seungmin showed up a few minutes later.

And just like that, Jeongin realized—he wouldn't have to do this alone.

The next few weeks were hard.

Every time someone walked past him too quickly, he flinched. Every time a staff member called his name, his stomach clenched. He still felt like he had to prove himself, like if he didn't work hard enough, the others would start thinking the same things his abuser had said.

But little by little, he improved.

He started looking up more. He laughed—not as loudly as before, not as easily, but it was real. The bruises faded, though the phantom ache in his wrist lingered longer.

He was still scared.

But he was healing.

And the others were with him every step of the way.

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