The Facts. *(BTS x FTM Transgender)*

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- (y/n)'s POV-

My neck kind of hurts because My head is resting on someone's arm while their head is above mine. I think It Yoongi because his lips are pressed on the crown of my hair and he's breathing the same way he did the last time we slept together. The other person on our bed is Jimin He's facing me hugging my waist. Im warm, and loved. I moved to face Yoongi, my neck was craned back so I could be face to face. Yoongi grumbled and moved his arms tighter around me. I squinted my eyes so it looked like I was asleep. Yoongis eyes fluttered open and watched me for a while. I felt him move his arms so that they took Jimin's arms off of my waist. Then his free right arm rubbed down my thighs 'waking' me. I mumbled something along the lines of "GosuckmydickYoongiyoulittlebitch" Yoongi frowned "FIne then be like that, I'll go join Jin and Namjoon. "NO" I grabbed him from behind his neck. HE WILL NOT LEAVE. Jimin woke up from the commotion of a shirtless boy with boobs covered in hickeys clinging to a rapper who deserves more respect trying to get away. "W-w-what?" Jimin was rubbing his eyes and I tried to pull Yoongi back to the bed. "Yooonnggiii plleeasssee" Yoongi gave up and layed own again to my content. Jimin pulled me away from Yoongi wrapping himself around me. "Im cold"  "SO AM I! YOONGI IS WARM THO" Jimin stopped and I cuddled against Yoongi, leaving a confused Jimin sitting alone on the couch. 

-time skip brought to you by impending doom-

I woke up to my phone vibrating in my pocket. Yoongi Jimin rolled over on me and Yoongi was gone-presumably to the bathroom-. I moved Jimins arm off of me and sat up. Some unknown number was calling me. But the number wasn't unknown, Steve's phone number.

-flashback-

I saved up for this phone and all for what? It's not like I have friends who I can call. Is Steve probably going to take it away anyway right? I watched this MV about a million times. I just like the song in general. It makes me forget about everything and just focus on the 7 dancing guys on my small screen. Blood, shed when Steve hits me. Sweat, from running away from my problems. Tears, of deserved pain.

-end-

"H-hello?" I answered timidly into my phone. Jimin was sitting up behind me listening quietly to my conversation. I felt Jimins head resting on my shoulder and his arms wrapped around my shirtless body. "Daddy's coming for you baby girl" The gruff voice that once tormented my dreams was speaking into my ear. My phone dropped into my lap as a single tear ran down my face. "H-how" Jimin sat up straighter and took the phone, blocking the number. It was too late. A series of loud bangs rang from the door, sending me back to my old bedroom awaiting my beating. I got up timidly ignoring Jimin asking questions. I took Jimins sweater, put it on and ran down the stairs. Everyone was sitting on the couch asleep, explaining why they hadn't answered the door. I opened the door and there he was. Without a word, he grabbed the back of my hair yanking back my head. "YOU FUCKED US UP! NOW IMMA FUCK YOU UP TO" I was struggling in his tight grip, tears streaming down my cheeks. "S-s-stop" He laughed maniacally then kicked me between the legs faltering my legs so the pain from him pulling my hair got worse. I was kneeling in front of him tears wetting Jimins sweater. "Who are those people I see on the couch? Are you a whore now?" He whispered into my ear sending a wave of displeasure down my spine. A hand rested on Steve's arm. "Im going to ask you once, let.go.of.my.boyfriend." Namjoon said through gritted teeth. "OH YOU GOT YOURSELF BOYFRIEND NOW HUH." Steve was still yelling. I can hear the sound of the rest of BTS awaking to the noise. Another kick landed on me, this time in my stomach. I lurched forward winded from the blow. Namjoon tried to punch Steve but He was hit first. "T-take me, leave them alone." Steve laughed at my request but nodded. "(Y/N) NO" Jungkook was holding onto Namjoon's shoulder. I leaned onto Steve's chest pushing him out the door. "Daddy's girl is thirsty huh?" Steve Yanked me onto my weak legs and out the door in front of him. leaving the distraught 7 boys behind.

-Time skip brought to you by Steve being a little bitch-

I was blindfolded in the car and knocked out using a cloth with some sort of chemical on it. We arrived at the house, my childhood prison. I was brought into the house, The air smelt thick with alcohol. I was tied down in a chair held by Para chord. A boney hand snaked its way down my shirt, Sarah. Steve's girlfriend that helped Steve whenever he was Horney and she wasn't. My shirt was being undone and pulled down my shoulders. "Is the reason why I'm blindfolded is becuse your scared i will vomit if i see you?" I'm pissed okay? A piece of ice was being smuttily run down my front. Usually i would enjoy this kind of kinky thing BUT NOT TODAY. "hI IM Justin SEAGUL" I was giggling uncontrollably now shaking the chair with my fit. A sharp sting came from my wrist. Another and another. Were they cutting me? "This is not the option, Talk to someone. YOUR NOT ALONE" I still cant stop laughing. This is how i get when im being abused. A jerk and obnoxious. Before i pass out i mean.