What's Wrong With V? [KTH x BTS]

What's Wrong With V? - Part 5

Taehyung wanted to evaporate. No. No no no no.

Jungkook left the room and Mr. Hoon closed the door behind him and walked over to Taehyung who was still frozen with fear on the bed. He was staring at the floor.

"Look at me," the manager demanded. Taehyung slowly looked up, tears already falling from his eyes.

"I hear you've been acting up now? You're making everyone suspicious. I don't like that, you little brat."

"I..I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," he choked on his tears. Mr. Hoon grabbed Taehyung by the neck and started choking him.

Of course. I can't scream for help if I can't even breathe.

"Whatever game it is you're trying to play, I suggest you knock it off right now." Taehyung was trying to pry the mans hands off his neck.

"I don't need them starting to ask questions. You're doing a hell of a job lying. Do better. However you're acting around them, fix it before I fix it for you. I won't hesitate to go beat that other one."

Taehyung was seeing spots. He was able to let out a small plea, "Let go...o-o-or they'll know," he managed to choke out.

"How will they know ?" the manager got right in Taehyung's face.

"Bruises," Taehyung whispered. He knew this would make his neck bruise. He wouldn't be able to hide those. Although, maybe that was a good thing. I shouldn't have warned him.

Mr. Hoon let go, "Ah, good call. Yes. Don't need that happening."

Taehyung was clutching his neck gasping for breaths. He started wiping the tears off his face but couldn't finish before Mr. Hoon pushed him backwards onto the bed and held him down. He held Taehyung's mouth shut so he couldn't make any noise. "But you know what they won't know about?" The manager lifted Taehyungs shirt and started pinching his stomach as hard as he could. Taehyung tried to scream with every pinch but couldn't get any noise out when his mouth was being held shut.

"They won't know how much I hate you. You've been nothing but a burden to me since I started here. And now you're being a burden to them. You'll tell them you don't need therapy. You're fine. You're just seeking attention because you're a little brat. Do you understand that?"

Taehyung was still trying to scream, Mr. Hoon pinched him harder, "I SAID do you understand that?" Taehyung instantly started nodding his head yes, he understood.

"Good then," Mr. Hoon stood up and pulled Taehyungs shirt back down. "My work here is done. I trust you'll fix yourself now. Figure it out."

He gave Taehyung one last harsh smack across the face before heading out the door and closing it behind him. Taehyung clutched his face in pain and looked at his stomach, the red and purple bruises forming practically matched the ones on his back. He clutched his stomach and curled up into a ball, sobbing into his pillow.

My own house. I'm not even safe in my own house.

Mr. Hoon went back out and greeted the rest of the members. "I spoke with him. He opened up to me a little bit. He does miss Sejin a lot but I don't think therapy is needed at this point. I think our little talk helped him out, he should be alright. I have to get going but let me know if anything else comes up. I will try to help the best I can. I would give him some space for now, he is a little emotional."

All the members thanked Mr. Hoon and said goodbye to him, all sitting back around the living room after he left.

"Well, hopefully that talk was helpful. I wonder why he would open up to him though and not one of us, he barely knows him," Hobi complained.