Taken (BTS Fanfiction) (LEMONS)

Chapter 17

He almost couldn't believe it; almost couldn't even find it in himself to entertain the idea that Hwan, someone who he's been trusting in entirely for the past weeks, had been involved in the experience that stole away the remaining crumbs of self worth he possessed. He felt sick with the realization, succumbing to a wave of hatred and misery and loss.

"Yoongi," Hwan started, cutting himself off like he couldn't figure out what he'd planned on saying. He looked nervous, hands coming out in front of him defensively despite the fact he was much more physically capable than Yoongi.

"You mean you fucking knew it was going to happen? You knew that I was going to get humiliated and have my pride ripped away from me and you just let it happen? Better yet, you fucking planned it!" Yoongi was seething, standing in front of the stool with his fists clenched. The man could feel the hatred of Yoongi's gaze burning into his skin. "All so that you could have the perfect baby boy that you wanted. You didn't care that I was broken and defiled, as long as I ran to you for comfort once it was all over."

"Yoongi that's not true -"

"Don't lie to me!" There were hot tears streaming down his face and his lower lip was trembling. Even through the tears he looked absolutely murderous. The man tried to advance towards him, knowing he could easily overpower Yoongi and wary of what the boy could do if he was left to his own devices. He got even closer, opening his arms to grab Yoongi but the younger ducked under his arm and sprinted to the bathroom, slamming the door and flipping the lock. He leaned his entire body weight against the door, ignoring the man outside who was banging on the wood and yelling for him to come out. Yoongi blocked out the noise.

He should have known better, should have sat around and sucked his pacifier and colored in his coloring books and cuddled with the man sooner. Even if it made him sick, even if it stripped every semblance of self worth he had it would have been nothing compared to what was taken away from him. The worst part was that he was at least partially to blame. If only he'd just kept his mouth shut, just acted the way he was expected to.

It wouldn't have happened. It wouldn't have happened if it weren't for himself.

He'd still be with the man, still perpetually having to deal with being raped every other day but, if he had kept his mouth shut, it would be easy. He should have stayed silent.

It doesn't matter, really. Yoongi would have had his dignity ripped to shreds either way. Hundreds of thousands, maybe millions saw that video, witnessed him in his most vulnerable state and now if he ever makes it out of here alive he'll spend the rest of his days drowning in pity. No more music, no more dancing and stage performances no more music awards. He ruined bts' fame. He has nothing.

His life is gone. He wants to die.

The man was starting to get worried. He hadn't managed to get Yoongi to open the door. He tried to knock it down before he remembered that Yoongi could be standing anywhere in that room and he's probably in hot water already without crushing his little with a door, so he had tried to talk Yoongi out of there. He'd already lost from the start.

He hadn't heard a single noise from inside the room, not a sob nor water running, not even a breath. He didn't like not knowing what Yoongi was doing.

It was ten minutes without response later that he called the higher ups, informing them that his little had locked himself in the bathroom and the man couldn't knock down the door because he could possibly get hurt. He was starting to get delicious at this point, the weight of every part of this situation crumbling on top of him. Yoongi couldn't hear him over his thoughts swimming in his head, muffling everything.