bdsm- hyung line FF (undergoing editing and rewriting)

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Namjoon's Pov
"Joon You didn't have to be that harsh you know?" I felt my rage start to build up in me once again and at this point I wasn't going to hold anything back. It just pissed me off to see that someone who has literally been in the same situation I have been in try to tell me I was being to harsh when I wasn't.  What I said to Hoseok was well deserved he needed to feel the pain in words instead of actions.

Words hurt more than a slap or punch, expecially when It is said to someone during a sensitive state. But instead of yelling and screaming like I did I just got up and walked out of the room letting the door slam shut behind me.

I let out a groan of frustration and walked up and down the hallways of the hotel; as I walked by the rooms I heard laughing and all of these other normal people having fun and genuinely being happy. Then there's just me, a useless sad boy who can't even get the love and support he needs half of the time.

Bad luck really must love me huh?

"Namjoon!" I heard coming from behind me I looked behind me and saw Yoongi walking out of the room, I stopped in my tracks and rolled my eyes before looking at him. "Hm?" I said uninterested in anything he had to say right now since I wasn't in the mood to really talk anymore.

"I know you most likely don't wanna hear it but you should go and apologize to him, He's trying to become better and he-"

"Oh shut the hell up Yoongi, please just shut up, I don't want to hear your fucking sob story on why I should apologize; you keep missing the point that I could go to the cops about this he would possibly be locked up if i told the authorities so I'm pretty sure me calling him a little pathetic bitch and letting him know how much of a piss baby he is will not be the end of the god damn world."

Yoongi looked at me with wide eyes and frowned slightly, "Namjoon I know how you feel he did the same thing to me and look I'm slowly but surely getting over it and I regained my safety with him." I really hate people like this, people who come out about their abuse and trauma and then excuse it to try to make another victim 'feel better' about their experience its aggravating to say the very least.

"Hey Yoongi, Guess what." Yoongi hummed and continued looking at me. I smiled and let out a small giggle. "Aha I don't give a shit, stop being a literal rape apologist you asshole if you really cared for me you would be on my side like Jin Hyung is, he seems like the only one here with common sense"

Yoongi was full on glaring at this point, "Namjoon you're missing the point what I'm trying to say is that you both are in the wrong here!" He said slightly raising his voice and at this point I was completely over this whole conversation.

"No Yoongi you're missing the point! He fucking raped me do i have to spell it out to you like you're some fucking grade schooler!? I don't care about how you take things that is YOUR own trauma but you can not tell me I am in the wrong for something I had no fucking control over, whats next are you gonna tell me I should've put in more effort to stop him even though the simple words of 'no stop' should've been enough, or are you gonna tell me to suck it up because thats what you've been doing this entire time. I'm not some sex doll you can use and then throw around whenever you feel like I'm not going to be silent on my own abuse my life is already so fucked up as it is and I'm not gonna let you or Hoseok ruin it even more!"

Yoongi fell silent, he was at loss for words. I understand the whole me being their submissive thing and I don't mind it but I need my own boundaries and rules and it can't always be about them, I can't let myself continue to get raped by someone who I used to see as someone i could trust dearly.

"Namjoon I'm sorry.." I just turned away from him and started walking towards the elevator. "Hyung, take your apology and shove it up your loose ass you piece of dog shit, don't you have a baby to go take care of." I said with a straight face and walked inside the elevator as I heard the ding.

To be continued