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Seonghwa ateez - assault

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900 words.

⚠️Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault (SA), Stalking, Emotional Manipulation

It started small. They always do.

Mr. Choi, the new manager at KQ Entertainment, was all smiles and compliments when he first joined the team. The members thought he was a bit intense, but manageable. He was efficient, always knew the schedules, and seemed to pay a bit more attention to the group's oldest member—Seonghwa.

At first, Seonghwa brushed it off. He'd been complimented before. Mr. Choi would say things like, "You always glow on stage," or "You're too pretty for this world," and while it made Seonghwa slightly uncomfortable, he didn't want to be rude. Everyone was tired, everyone had their limits. Maybe Mr. Choi just didn't understand boundaries well.

But over the following weeks, the compliments became persistent. The touches more familiar. A hand that lingered too long on his lower back. An arm that wrapped around his shoulders during solo schedules. A gift that wasn't from a fan, but from Mr. Choi himself—an expensive silver chain with a note:

To the one who shines the most. Don't let the others dim your light.

Seonghwa never wore it.

He never said anything.

But he started flinching more when someone touched him unexpectedly. He asked to ride with the other members more often. His voice, usually so warm, became brittle around the manager.

And Hongjoong noticed.

He noticed the little silences in Seonghwa's voice, the way his eyes darted when Mr. Choi entered the room, how his smile didn't quite reach his eyes anymore. Hongjoong noticed, too, when Mr. Choi brushed against him one day—too close, too deliberate. A hand on his thigh that shouldn't have been there when they were sitting in the company van. A comment whispered a little too close to his ear.

Something was wrong.

One night, past midnight, Seonghwa was still at the studio. Hongjoong knew because he'd seen the schedule and noticed Seonghwa hadn't come home. His texts weren't answered. A feeling in his gut turned sour. He didn't trust Mr. Choi. Not anymore. Not around any of them—especially not around Seonghwa.

He drove to the company building, parking quickly and slipping into the side entrance. The hallways were dark, the only lights coming from the dance studio at the end of the corridor. As he approached, he heard it—a muffled voice, a whimper.

Then crying.

Hongjoong pushed the door open.

There, on the floor, was Seonghwa—pinned beneath Mr. Choi, who had one hand pressed against Seonghwa's chest and the other gripping his wrist. Seonghwa was crying, his face turned away, struggling silently. Mr. Choi was whispering something low and sickly sweet, something that made Hongjoong's blood run cold.

Hongjoong didn't hesitate. He pulled out his phone, snapped a picture as evidence—proof that no one could deny—and then stormed forward.

"Get your hands off him!"

Mr. Choi looked up too late.

Hongjoong grabbed him by the collar and yanked him off Seonghwa, slamming him backward onto the floor with a force that shook the mirrors. Mr. Choi scrambled, stammering, but Hongjoong didn't let him speak. He punched him—once, hard, just enough to leave a bruise and stop him from moving again. Not out of rage, but protection. Enough to make him understand: he would never touch any of them again.

Seonghwa was curled on the floor, shaking, sobbing uncontrollably.

Hongjoong dropped to his knees beside him, not touching, just being there.

"It's okay," he said softly, voice breaking. "You're safe now. I'm here. You're safe."

He waited until Seonghwa nodded before gently wrapping a jacket around him. He helped him stand, supported his weight as they walked out of the studio. The silence was heavy, but it was filled with trust.

The company acted swiftly once the photo was shown and the truth revealed. Mr. Choi was fired the next day and reported to the authorities. An investigation began. KQ issued a statement, but kept the identities of those involved private, at the members' request.

Seonghwa took time off—real time. No cameras, no rehearsals, no pressure. And Hongjoong stayed by his side, checking in without smothering him, reminding him every day:

"It wasn't your fault. You didn't deserve any of it."

And when Seonghwa finally spoke one night, whispering through tears, "I thought I was being dramatic... that I was just overreacting..." —Hongjoong's response was immediate:

"No. He was the problem. You were trying to survive."

The other members rallied, quietly but fiercely. San stayed up late to talk whenever Seonghwa couldn't sleep. Wooyoung made him laugh even when he didn't want to. Jongho started showing up to practice early, just to walk in with him. And Yeosang, who didn't say much, made it a point to always be close—silent solidarity.

In time, Seonghwa healed—not fully, not quickly—but surrounded by the people who saw him, believed him, and never let him fall alone.

And Hongjoong? He kept a copy of that photo locked away in a file no one else could access. Not to haunt Seonghwa, but as a reminder.

That even in the darkest rooms, he would always show up.

He would always fight for them.

Because no one hurts his family.

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