BTS Sickfics [Volume 2]

Namjoon: Abused (Part 2)

Please read part 1 if you haven't yet <3

Warning: PTSD, violence/abuse

Also sorry I'm taking so long for all your requests 😭😭

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It was such a normal day. Just another session of being beaten up by Hwan. Totally nothing much to Namjoon.

How ironic. The manager he trusted at first sight, was hurting him with both violence that made him injured, and words that shattered his heart and confidence. He was crouched on the floor, trembling, as Hwan threw yet another strong punch at him. He couldn't help but let his tears flow down his cheeks.

"What a freak, a weakling," Hwan kicked his shin repeatedly with his leg, and with the other one, he stepped on both of Namjoon's wrists, applying as much strength as he could. Needless to say, Namjoon cried out loud, but as a glare was shot his way, he immediately lowered his head and shut his mouth in fear.

"Useless brat!" Hwan pulled him upward, violently shoving Namjoon against a wall, slapping him with his hand on the right cheek and punching the left cheek. "Can't even take a punch or two? Look at those big, fat tears... just like you. So chubby, so fricking ugly. You know who I'm talking about?" The man scoffed.

Namjoon didn't dare say anything. Instead, he let out a quiet sob which didn't go unnoticed by Hwan. "Who else? Who else could be as disgusting and as useless as you, you disgraceful murderer? Famous out there, but no one knows what a terrible person you are. You don't even deserve all that fame. Your songs are all trash, and guess what's more of a trash than those lyrics?"

Namjoon gulped.

"You, of course," Hwan smirked. "You're nothing but a piece of useless rubbish that deserves nothing. Oh, I know what you deserve. You deserve to end up in the streets, with people throwing food and pieces of metal at you... how I'd love that idea." He rubbed his hands tight with a malicious chuckle. His callous words couldn't help but make Namjoon shiver.

"Your members are about to be back. I guess I'll have to stop now..." Hwan said with a lace of fake disappointment, tutting. "You look even nicer with those bruises spread across your limbs. Such a shame that I can't have these scattered all over your pretty white face and can only have a bit of red... such a pity indeed. But someday, I'll make sure that you'll have a better type of makeup. Oh, aren't those your members..."

Speak of the devils. Hwan immediately forced Namjoon to stand back up properly and the two of them pretended to be discussing something. Yet no matter how he tried to shake off those negative thoughts and focus, Namjoon just couldn't. His body was shaking so badly, he could only stare into Hwan's eyes as he stuttered with his words.

"Namjoon-ah~" Hoseok called, first to step in the room as the rest of them appeared. "Hello, Hoseok," Namjoon forced a smile. "Why's your face all red? Are you sick?" Being the most attentive towards his members' conditions, Seokjin immediately saw Namjoon's face that was previously abused by Hwan.

"N-no, hyung, the weather's just hot, I guess," Namjoon lied as he saw Hwan scowl at him. "I see. Thanks a lot for taking care of our leader, Hwan-nim," Seokjin bowed down to said manager. "Ah, it's nothing. After all, it's my job to do so, isn't it?" His vicious gaze directed towards Namjoon. "We've discussed quite a bit of things, but your recent schedule is a bit complicated and requires a lot of discussion, so Namjoon-ah will have to talk with me about this frequently."

"Make sure you pay lots of effort on this, Joon," Yoongi remarked. "Hwan-nim's being so nice, we can't afford disappointing him." Hwan immediately interrupted. "None of that, Yoongi-ssi! Namjoon here is doing an excellent job. We are working great together at the moment. I'd like to know more about this intelligent young man here."

Namjoon felt sick to his stomach. Just a minute ago, this horrible man here was beating him up, and the next, he was complimenting Namjoon on how great he was. Probably how great he was on complying to Hwan's abusing. He felt so fed up of this man. Still, he couldn't do anything. He was afraid that if he ever told his members, they would, instead, hate him for being a murderer, and he didn't want that.

His body was aching, and so was his heart.

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The same abuse from Hwan to Namjoon lasted for two more weeks. Every single day, Hwan separated him from his members to 'discuss things' with him, when all he did was to beat him up. Namjoon didn't feel strong anymore, not when he couldn't even fight back to this horrible manager of his. This manager that was only back for revenge.

With no where to rant, and no time to cry, Namjoon slowly drowned himself into work and only work. He would distance from his members, yet they were all so busy with the recent schedule to notice. His meals became different too. From three regular ones, to two regular ones, to- to nothing at all. He would snack on fruit bars while working on songs and lyrics, his eyebags clearly showing.

"Namjoon hyung?" Taehyung walked into Namjoon's room. The leader was busy typing away at his computer, attempting not to fall asleep. "Jin hyung wanted to help us relax a bit. He's taking us all to a nearby restaurant for lunch. Are you coming with us?"

"Sorry, Tae," Namjoon said with an emotionless tone, not even bothering to turn around. "I'm really busy right now. Got some lyrics to work on. Maybe I could come with you next time?" But Namjoon himself wasn't even sure of that. Could he even spare time to relax with his members, when he couldn't even look at them without crying? The pain had stabbed deep to his heart, and slowly, he was becoming numb.

"Okay, I guess. Take care of yourself, hyung, you should take some rest," Taehyung shrugged, walking out of the room as he closed the door. Namjoon sighed deeply, blinking back tears. He was supposed to be BTS's strong leader, wasn't he? But why was it so hard for him to repair the shattered pieces of his heart?

Eventually, Namjoon cleared up all his work, but all he did for days was to work, have dance practice, have rapping lessons, and get beaten up by Hwan. That's right, he didn't even want to eat anymore. If his members made him eat, he would force himself to vomit it out in his room's toilet. He didn't even notice that he was developing more and more symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder, also known as PTSD.

Every day, when he fell asleep on his work table, Namjoon would jolt up in the morning, the bits of the nightmare still clear in his brain. He could almost feel every punch and every slap in those bad dreams of his. And all day, he could only think of it. His hands were shaking all the time, and whenever someone mentioned Hwan, he would have a terrible and horrifying flashback and run off to his room.

The members obviously noticed at this point, and they were fed up, thinking that Namjoon didn't like them anymore. Today, they had finished work early, and knowing that Namjoon was going to discuss things with Hwan privately again, they specifically waited right outside. However, after a long time, the leader still hadn't come out. Wondering what was going on, they edged closer to the room, only to hear something weird.

"... disgusting!"

There came several cries, which the members could clearly recognize as Namjoon's voice. "Quick, hyungs, open the door!" Jungkook cried out in worry, while Yoongi had already kicked it down. They hurried inside, and at the sight of Namjoon being abused by Hwan.

"OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

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After the members found out what had happened, they immediately comforted Namjoon. He was diagnosed with PTSD, but Bangtan stayed seven and made sure that their precious leader was alright.

And of course, everything turned out fine <3

Sorry the ending was really rushed, but I was honestly busy :(