The Idol Life is DANGER (BTS x Trans-FTM OC) [Discontinued]

Chapter 17: Here to Heal

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Rhys' POV:

~In Dream~

⚠️ Trigger Warning!

I opened my eyes.
The world shattering around me as I gazed at the scene unfolding.
There standing in front of me were my parents.
My mother laid in a hospital bed holding a baby close to her chest.
My father smiling down proudly at the child.
"What are we going to name her?" My dad's voice questioned.
I cringed as the word filled my mind.
Red flashing lights shut down the memory, only displaying 'her' everywhere.
Tears welled up in my eyes, flinching away I felt a cold hand grip the back of my neck.
"Where do you think you're going?" I froze, knowing fully who it was.
The anti-me smirked and leaned over my shoulder.
Black goo from their lips dribbled onto my clothes.
"Hmph. You've always been such a wuss" The red clothed me snapped their fingers taking away all the repetitive sayings
Removing himself off of me, he stared intensely.
Flipping his hand over, he opened his palm revealing a small knife.
"I won't have do to it for you now, right?" Then he threw it away surprisingly. "What am I thinking?" He paused.
  "There's no fun in that!"
My eyes widened into saucers.
I sprinted away.
To no avail.
There was no where to go.
No where to run.
"You're not leaving so soon, Rhysee!" Anti cackled evilly, appearing right in front of my face.
"Hmm......what to do...what to do....Oh!" A maniacal grin forced itself upon his lips. "Let's try this!"
My binder flew away from my body.
Breasts covered by nothing underneath my shirt.
I tried to move, but I couldn't.
I was stuck in place.
Vulnerable.
His hands flew to my chest, clutching what little there was in space.
Squishing my parts, he created screams of pain and agony from my mouth.
"Hahahaha~! Stupid WOMAN WITH YOUR WOMEN PARTS! You're never gonna be safe! YOU FUCKING BITCH! You'll always be a GIRL! A WEAK LITTLE GIRL!"
That was it.
My breaking point.
I screamed like there was no tomorrow.
Hollers meeting no ears, for there was none to hear.
I continued on.
I didn't care if I was heard.
I just wanted to be saved.
I wanted someone to Save Me.

~Dream End~

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Jimin's POV:

Once the cold weather came back, I had fell back into the habit of sleeping in Rhys' room.
That is if he had no work to do, I didn't want to distract...the poor boy was working on our music video concepts.
I laid down next to him.
He had already been asleep by the time I walked in.
It was peaceful.
Till I heard mumbling.
Facing Rhys I stared worried.
I didn't want to wake him up, he needed the rest...but as his mumbles grew to screams of terror I couldn't take it anymore.
My laying position switched to kneeling on the mattress, my arms rubbing back and forth shaking the younger.
"Rhys! Rhys wake up!" I called, hoping to wake him, thankfully it did.
He sat up with a gasp, drops of water staining his pale features.
Rhys' cheeks going from rosy to crimson.
I took no time for me to wrap my arms around his small frame.
"Shh, shh, it'll be okay. I got you." I whispered into his ear.
The younger shook, almost like he were traumatized. "Not a girl, not a girl." He mumbled clutching on his chest.
My eyes softened.
Now I knew.
Rhys had been depressed all day.
His eyes dulled with every step he took and word he said.
Tears almost rushing out of them each time he glanced into that mirror on the dance studio wall.
Sometimes I saw my pain and misery in him.
The times I've fell and been through hell.
But I had people to help me block it out.
Rhys has helped me block it out,
Rhys has helped almost everyone in the dorm.
Each member,
Heck even some staff members occasionally...
And though he denies, Rhys really fit the Aegis name he gave himself.
"Not a girl....not a vulnerable girl..." He rasped.
Sighing, I softly pulled his face into my chest.
"You are one of the most handsomest boys I've ever seen." I assured. "You're strong, Rhys."
I continued to say things along those lines.
To comfort him,
To reassure him...
Because I love him.
We all love him.
Each and every member.
And when Rhys is down we'll be here to lift him up, just like he has with us.
Slowly but surely, the maknae began to quiet.
His shaking halted,
And his breathing returned to normal.
All that was left were sniffles.
The whispers that once bursted out of his mouth ceased.
Rhys was calm.
I smiled in relief, my hand caressing his hair.
"H-Hyung..." He shakily spoke. "I'm sorry."
Shaking my head back and forth I denied him. "Don't be, I'm always here for you when you need me."
"No, I'm sorry. For everything. I'm always causing problems, I need to stop being so melodramatic...."
Melodramatic? He's never been like that...
"You've never been melodramatic. You've just been hurt."
"It doesn't give me an excuse to-"
I lifted his face and kissed Rhys' cheek.
"And I'm here to heal you."

A/n: I'm sorry this took so long to type! It's Finals week at my school, so that means work work work! But anyway, thank you for reading this chapter! It is very much appreciated! Apologies for any spelling and grammatical errors! And as always, I hope you stay tuned for the chapters to come! Tootles my lovelies!