WARNING: This chapter contains depictions of abuse and harassment of both physical and sexual natures.
Eunmi POV:
I am absolutely dreading returning to the dorm. I was discharged from the hospital earlier this morning and returned to the hotel briefly to gather my things before driving to the airport and boarding the plane. Next to me is an asleep Manager Yoonseok who is apparently having a competition with the planes engines to produce the loudest noise. As annoying as he is, it provides a distraction from the beating that I am sure to receive back home. I have not seen Mr Kwan since the night of the performance, and apparently he was not impressed with me. The CEO was not known for being overly rational when mishaps occurred and often idols involved would have to conceal bruises after the incident regardless of whether it was their fault or not.
My bandmates and majority of the staff had returned to Seoul three days ago, leaving me and the snoring manager alone on the plane today. Without anyone to talk to, I turn to the screen in front of me in order to fill the time. The theme song of Harry Potter fills my ears as the movie begins, the familiar movie taking my attention. However as much as I loved the movie I soon find myself following Yoonseok's example and drifting off to sleep.
I am woken by the beeping of the seatbelt light only to find that it had already been secured around my waist.
"I figured that you needed the rest... Also you look like a kitten when you're asleep and I didn't want to ruin it!"
I laughed at this, Yoonseok is an incredibly good and caring manager, yet he always manages to surprise people with his playful childishness. I lean over to peer out the window, watching the city beneath us grow steadily larger. My ears pop, causing me to gasp in pain. I have been on a plane countless times before, but somehow this always manages to shock me. A slight jolt runs through the seat as the wheels make contact with the runway. Even though I am scared of the greeting that I may receive I'm glad to be home. The seatbelt light flickers off and all the passengers get up and stretch before beginning to make our way off the plane as directed.
Once in the terminal Yoonseok and I slowly amble over to the luggage carousel, still stiff from the flight. It doesn't take long before we spot our bags (admittedly they are unique - mine is dark blue with silver stars and Yoonseok really takes the cake with a fluffy yellow suitcase). Quickly we leave the terminal and head over to the taxi depot in order to flag down our ride back to the dorm. In less than a minute a car rolls up and we are on our way home.
The trip went smoothly, with minimal traffic slowing us soon we were outside the apartment. I step out of the taxi and head around to the boot to grab my suitcase. Then with bag in hand, I follow Yoonseok inside. The door opens and we step inside, all is calm, but only for a second.
"Yay! You're home! Are you feeling better!" I am bombarded with questions and people as my band mates throw themselves at me in an attempt to greet me.
"Hahaha. Yeah, I'm fine now so no need to worry!" I assure them. It was good to see them again and I did miss them. Though I must say that I regret having to say goodbye to peace and quiet.
Once I have been thoroughly hugged I manage to tear myself away and head upstairs with my bag. I toss my bag into the room that Mijin and I share before launching myself onto my bed. Finally I let myself relax, closing my eyes and enjoying the familiar soft mattress. This is almost definitely the one thing that I miss the most whenever we travel.
"EUNMI!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE, COME ON WE HAVE TO GO TO THE OFFICE!!" Oh crap.
I had forgotten that I had been summoned to see the CEO, suddenly the bliss that I am feeling completely disappears. Grudgingly I make my way down stairs and into the waiting car, knowing that for every second that I am late his wrath will increase. Hopefully he will understand that I was sick, but I wouldn't bet on it.
As we get closer to our destination the pit of dread in my stomach expands.
Mr Kwan had always seemed to harbour a particular distaste for me, choosing to aim punishments in my direction over others.
I step into the office with Manager Yoonseok close behind, however his attempt to protect me is futile as he is immediately told to wait outside. As soon as the door shuts firmly behind him it begins.
"Do you realise what you have done, and what the consequences of your actions could have been?!"
The first few words come calmly but with each syllable his voice rises. His heavy set figure rises from the desk as the barrage continues, not even pausing for me to answer the question.
"THINK OF WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED IF THE MEDIA HAD CAUGHT WIND OF YOUR COLLAPSE!! OUR REPUTATION WOULD HAVE BEEN SO DAMAGED! YET YOU JUST LET IT HAPPEN!! IT WOULD HAVE BEEN ALL YOUR FAULT!!!" He increasingly gains volume, his face darkening as he gets closer. His nose is mere centimetres from mine when his tone abruptly changes, causing my blood to run cold.
"Though I could overlook this particular misstep..."
I gasp as I feel a cold hand on my thigh. His free arm pins me against the wall, almost crushing my shoulder, his thumb tracing my collar. The terror increases as the hand slides upwards underneath my skirt. This movement snaps me out of my frozen position, I sharply bring up my knee making contact with his groin before ducking away.
"Well then, I guess it is the punishment that you choose."
His fist collides with my eye, sending me stumbling. I brace myself for another punch but it never comes. Timidly, I look up to see him straightening his jacket and going over to the door to invite in Yoonseok.
"Now as Miss Go Eunmi and I have discussed, she will be forfeiting pay for the remainder of the month. Additionally, I have noticed that she has gained some weight. This will not do, I will have a new diet plan sent to you by tomorrow. That is all."
Looking at him you would never guess what transpired only minutes earlier. The punishment that he told Yoonseok was a particularly savage one though on the surface it seemed innocent. The pay I was not so worried about, but we were already being fed rations. Much less and I wouldn't be able to to function, only inviting further punishment. Even while still reeling from the beating I am shocked by the severity. But I suppose that I should expect this from him.
The car trip home is a quiet one. Only his worried glances at me and the occasional pat on the shoulder show that Yoonseok is aware of my presence. As always he seems to uncannily in tune with the emotions of others, knowing what to do when someone is down.
I'm glad that I don't have to talk, over and over in my mind Mr Kwan's sudden change plays through. I'm no stranger to his beatings, but this is the first time that he took it so far, that he touched me in that way. It terrifies me. Honestly I don't know what to do. Should I leave the company? I ask myself this every time, but in truth I know that I can't. The CEO is thorough and each of his idols are trapped. Leaving would be ensuring that I never find work in the industry again, and what's more I would be damning my band mates to the same fate. This would be particularly hard for Ying who provides the only financial support that her family has.
The car finally rolls up to the dorm. I don't even stop to greet the other members as I go up to the bathroom. I feel dirty, as though his hands were diseased. The thoughts from before run through me cycling again and again, trying to find a way out as I remove my clothes and step under the scalding hot water of the shower. I stay like this, scrubbing, for at least an hour before I feel any semblance of clean. By the time I leave the bathroom my skin is pink and pruned, sensitive from the abrasive loofah rubbed over it repeatedly. I make my way into our room intending to go straight to sleep. But the ping of a message distracts me from my goal. Unlocking my phone I see that it is not from any of my contacts. In curiosity I open the message.
?: Hey, are you back in Seoul yet? I hope that you're feeling better. The others and I can't wait to meet you! 😊
Just as I finish reading it another message comes through from the same number.
Namjoon: Whoops! Forgot to say I'm Namjoon
Jin gave me your number, hope that you don't mind 😅
I smile at the scatterbrainyness (that's totally a real word) and reply.
Author's Note:
Made this chapter extra long to make up for last time (I felt bad for the short chapter).
So I've changed the rating of the story to mature in light of Mr Kwan's actions especially as more of this may happen. I will continue to put warnings at the beginning of any chapters with potentially distressing content though.
Anyway let me know what you think of the story so far and please comment and vote! 😘😘
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