victon imagines

subin - come hell or high water

requested by: worldwideawesome_

• genre: angst
• 4077 words
• 04/22/20

warning: mentions of smoking, physical & verbal abuse

– if easily triggered by the mentioned content, i recommend you to not read this chapter.
– not an x reader imagine. point of view will focus on the members and other characters.
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Subin's POV
"Do it again," Jisang, the dance instructor orders me. I did the dance sequence once again. I believe that I finally did it correctly.

While I stood in my spot after doing it, he walked around me, giving me suspense. All of a sudden, he hits the back of my knees with the wooden stick, making me yelp in pain.

He bends down to face me while my knees were on the ground, grabbing my face by my chin. "Just because you're a new addition to the debuting group doesn't mean you won't work hard." He harshly says, throwing me on the ground.

He stood up and hit me a few more times then dropped it. "Training a kid like you is draining the soul out of me. Just go back to the dorm already." He says before exiting the practice room, leaving me alone.

I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. Sweat and blood rolling down my face and arms. I just lay there for several minutes, letting my thoughts flood my train of thought.

It's been a month since our dance instructor has been treating me like this. Although, no one knows about his treatment towards me. He's a complete two-faced, showing his kind and a bright side to the staff and the other members while he treats me poorly.

He says that he treats me like this because I need to progress faster since I was the last addition to the group that will soon debut. But from what I see, I don't think that's the mere reason why.

I slowly stood up, trying my best to support my aching body. I limped to the restroom to clean up myself since I couldn't show up at the dorm looking like this.

If anyone else would know about this, he said he'd threaten my life. Meaning I can only rely on myself, which sucks.

[♡]

"I'm home," I said as I entered the dorm. "Oh hey- what happened to you? Are you okay?" Hanse asks, running to me as he checked my face. "And why are you limping? Did you get into a fight?" He starts asking more questions.

"I just tripped while practicing so I fell on my face. And I wouldn't get into a fight, the practice room isn't that far from here." I explained.

"Oh, take care next time, okay?" He says. I nodded back in reply. "Where are the others?" I asked as I looked around the empty place.

"They went out to buy a few snacks," He answered, sitting back down on the couch. "Hey, I have a question," I told him while I poured water in a mug.

"Hm?" He hummed, questioned. "What do you think about our dance instructor?" I asked curiously, drinking the glass of water.

"Kang Jisang? He's okay. Knows how to teach well and even treats us sometimes." He compliments, making me sick of his words. "Why do you ask?" He asks, facing me.