BTS fanfiction- Taehyung in trouble and hurt

Chapter 3: Hope?

Author's note: * I am your hope, J-Hope! ...No sorry could not help myself *  

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Taehyung felt truly defeated, begging for help in his mind, hoping somehow his voice would reach someone, anyone of them! Taehyung body struggled a bit more when his sweat pants and boxers got pulled down roughly. He wiggled, begged and tried to fight with every ounce of his strength, but the man pushed up against him was stronger, too strong for Taehyung to overpower.

"He don't blame me, you asked for this..." Sal said with a small chuckle as he slid two fingers in Taehyung who screamed at the intrusion. Sal keep going, enjoying the helplessness of the boy under him and he was already getting hard. He had wanted to use lube, but that would have been if Taehyung had not suddenly decide to back out and had behaved. Taehyung shut his eyes tight, trying to go to a place where he could not feel what was happening. His body had stopped struggling; he could feel it giving up. There was not stopping this. A third finger entered Taehyung and he cried out once more. As he heard the man behind him unbuckling his belt, adrenaline shot one last time through Taehyung and his body started thrashing every way possible, knocking down the lamp and the framed prize. The crash was loud as the lamp and the frame fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

"ENOUGH!" Sal snarled and banged Taehyungs head once more, sending ringing into his eyes. Sal pressed down on the boy's body more mercilessly than before and continued to unzip his pants. His moves ten times more aggressive, he pulled Taeyhung's arms so tight that the boy muffled scream escaped from the gagged mouth. Sal was twitching in anticipating as he was about to shove inside Taehyung, but a loud knock stopped him.

"Taehyung...you okay? Something sounded like crashing....also we need to get back..."

Jungkook voice brought life back into Taehyung, brought more strength. This was his only chance. Taehyung screamed and thrashed around wildly, not caring about the tearing pain in his shoulders and elbows from the gripped arms. He shoved back and forth, kicking, even banging his head to make some noise, trying to get the tie out of his mouth.

Sal panicked in that moment and tried to hold steady the boy moving unpredictably.

Jungkook heard thrashing and what sounded like a small whimpering, but it was hard to tell against the loud music; but Taehyung had been in there for almost 30 minutes and his non-responsiveness made Jungkook uneasy. He could feel something was off. After a crash, the music stopped and now clear muffled cries rang clear and loud. Jungkook quickly turned the knob of the door.

Sal froze as he saw the doorknob turning and the door slowly opening. Oh fuck! The stupid bitch had unlocked the door. Realization hit of what that click he had heard when Taehyung had tried to escape meant. He had no time to process because in front of the open door stood Jungkook, his eyes wide in shock.

Jungkook for a minute could not comprehend what he was looking at. Taehyung was pushed down on the table, gagged, shirt hung around his wrists, fully exposing his torso, and tears and pain in his eyes like he had never seen before. Behind him, pressed on him was the director Sal, gripping Taehyung's arms behind his back. What drove Jungkook into furious action was the pants and boxers around Taeyhung's ankles and Sal's own exposed self, hard and ready.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!" Jungkook screamed and growled as he ran full on towards the man holding Tae. He flung his body, catching the man around the waist and slamming him into the trailer wall. He did not give the man a chance to breathe as he dropped his knuckles down hard, again and again at the man's face.

Sal tried to defend against the onslaught of punches, but the boy was strong and his punches hurt like hell; But Sal was taller and more sturdy and he knew it so he pulled himself up straight and took advantage of his tall , wide frame to push the boy bank and throw punches on him.

Taehyung had sunk to the ground near the table, every limb shaking and eyes frozen at the scene in front of him. His shirt had come around on shoulders as he had tried to move into the sitting position, but his bottom half was fully exposed but he was too petrified to move.

"Noo..oo...Kookie...please ddonn'ttt ...hurt...him" The words spilled out of Taehyung loudly, thick with desperation and fear.

"Yah what the hell is happening??" Another voice cut through the grunts of the fight. In the door way stood Yoongi, clearly half asleep, probably woken up by the noise. He must have been sleeping nearby.

All he saw was Jungkook having at it with one of the directors. He knew Jungkook was hotheaded, but this seemed beyond stupid even for Jungkook. Yoongi quickly made his way to Jungkook and yanked him away from the man he was assaulting.

" Hyung! Don't , this son of a bitch...Taeyhyung...and he" Jungkook's voice was shaking with anger and then a sudden flash of pain crossed his eyes and settled there as he moved past Yoongi and near the table.

Yoongi moved slightly to see what Jungkook had gone towards, and the sight made his heart clench, fear rising quickly in his head. Taehyung was sitting glass eyed staring at nothing and everything, his shirt open, his boxers and pants were being drawn up by Jungkook's gentle shaking hands. Yoongi felt like time had stopped. It had taken only a second for Yoongi to look at Taehyung and Jungkook, another second when his mind pieced the puzzle together, another as anger rose in his chest. Taking advantage of Yoongi's momentary state of confusion, Sal shoved past Yoongi and ran out, while Jungkook screamed to catch him. Yoongi would have obliged, but he could not tear his eyes away from Taehyung, he came first, he needed to make sure he was okay first, nothing else mattered right now. AS Jungkook screamed for Yoongi to go after the "bastard" Taehyung flinched in fear and Yoongi knew that taking care of him was more important right now.

"Jungkook STOP! You are scaring Tae...,,we know who he is, we know what he looks like, we will get him for this , he will pay, He will FUCKING PAY..." The last words came out from Yoongi's almost as angry hiss, and an angry promise to himself.

"Tae....are you okay...Tae can you hear me...?" Yoongi said as he drew comforting circles on his back, his voice as soft as it could ever be. Slowly Taehyung eyes moved towards Yoongi and a slight flicker of recognition came to his eyes.

"Hy...ung.." Tae only managed to say as Yoongi pulled him into a tight embrace. Tears of anger falling down his own cheeks, while he looked at Jungkook to find nothing but pain and guilt in his eyes. Jungkook was always protective of Taehyung; he was the soft caring sensitive hyung that he always wanted to protect.

Yoongi held Taehyung and thought of how he was letting his abuser escape by not doing anything. How he could possibly slip away. With Taehyung held in his arms, his mind was able to think again.

"Go tell RM and the mangers about this, NOW! Yoongi commanded Jungkook, who did not want to leave Taehyung but understood that Yoongi would be better able to take care of Taehyung. He gave a last look at his trembling hyung and ran as fast as he could to inform the relevant people and authority.