"Min Shaye, A official member in Bts?''
A man called Min Shaye was chosen to become one of the greatest in kpop history.
Male reader x bts
Trigger warnings;
Suicide attempt, self harm, abuse. Verbal abuse, bullying, age regression/ "little" reader
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"Pass me the sugar, could you?" Seokjin asked with a smile on his plump lips. "Of course, Ma-Seokjin." Shaye kept his head down in embarrassment as he passed Seokjin the sugar.
That was the second time that weekend where he had almost called one of them 'master', he was just so used to it.
When his mother died, he had to do everything around the house at the age of 7, clean, cooking, maintenance. When he was young, his father wouldn't beat him, he just neglected him. Ignored him, didn't buy him proper food, new clothes, toys or he wasn't allowed to do normal children activities, he became a slave.
But.. as he grew older.. things happened..,
His father wouldn't rape him, or he did once, of course Shaye struggled to get away, he beat him so he couldn't walk and raped him, a 15 year old who had school the next day, forced him into calling him master.
Even though he only raped him once, it felt like he got raped all the time, he had gestures. He would touch his thighs, kiss his neck and lick his jawline.
Apparently his father hated himself for having feelings about his son, the only reason was that he looked like his mother, so he started beating him at the age of fourteen to take out his anger. His fear was so strong that he started labeling everyone who came over to their house 'Master'.
His father would bring his dirty drunk friends over, and they would flirt with shaye but didn't do anything until he turned 16, when one of them decided that it would be a fun idea to stick his dong into a passed out kid, when his friends had an even better idea, Let's dress him in girls clothes and tie him to the bed..
So the habits kind of sticked to his everyday life, none of them had noticed yet, how he slept with his covers completely tucked in to his feet because nobody had learned him that the monsters weren't real or how he would place the chopsticks on the middle of the plate because his father would beat him when they fell of the table.
The way he hid a razor in his and had it there at all times in case he did anything wrong, how he always wore beanies around people because he had a big scar on his left ear from that one time when his father ripped out his ear ring.
None of them had noticed yet and he was grateful for that, that they hadn't noticed him, that they hadn't noticed his flaws as a human being, that they hadn't noticed how much he wanted to scream, cry,yell.
They hadn't paid attention to how he wanted something, someone, to keep him alive and steady. Rather they had noticed how his hands trembled when he gave passed them a water bottle, that he woke up in the middle of the night to go out running.
How he ate the same portions as a child, how he didn't dare make any sound with his chair when he got up, how he almost didn't go to the bathroom without their permission, how he woke up so early that he got a chance to see the sunrise, how he washed the entire house when they were doing their separate things, how he lined his shoes perfectly after he had taken them of to go inside.
They only noticed the simple things, He kept his head down, he stuttered and was scared. Anyway around it, they probably wouldn't notice, notice how he longed for their approval, acceptance, love.
He excused himself and got up from the table, once again making no sound with the chair as he carefully pushed it to the table.
- Ya'll: UPDATE PLZ
Me: IMMA BE A LIL SHIT AND DO A SHORT CHAPTER
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