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kim taehyung / 22 / looking for jobs
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jeon jungkook / 23 / CEO of jeon corp.
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park jimin / 23 / CEO of park corp.
⚠️ WARNING: SEXUAL HARASSMENT! ⚠️
⚠️ WARNING: ABUSE! ⚠️
*2 hours before the interview*
Taehyung POV
"Come on, give me the money."
Dad stretched his arm out, hands dangling in the air. I cautiously looked around the house, my shoulders hunching over. Shit. I didn't think about this last night when I was shopping for clothes for today's interview. I stood there in a panic. Well, this is the end of me.
I'm going to be late to the best job offer out there for me, and at the same time, get beaten before I even have the interview.
"Well, you see, father, I had a c-change of plans. I have a significant interview in 2 hours, a-and I bought clothes for it last night after work. Who would want to hire a poor-looking boy, r-right?" I stutter.
I avoided eye contact at all costs; cause it would cause more commotion. My legs were starting to feel numb, making me unbalanced on my feet.
I haven't gotten a beating since I graduated, since I was always out. I seriously should start getting used to this again.
"Brave enough to use excuses now. I see how it is. Well, let me teach you something. Come here, my baby. Come here, obediently." He whispered, hints of anger showing on the way, motioning me with his hands to come towards him.
If I don't obey, he'll probably beat me until I faint. If I follow, he would still beat me until I faint. I guess I don't even have a choice.
I slowly walk forward, every piece of me was screaming in fear.
It's okay, Taehyung, you can do this. Just make sure to get to the interview in time. You can do this, Taehyung. You're used to this.
"Thank you for not disobeying. Things would've been a lot messier then," He mentions.
"Now, I see you have a precious little interview in 2 hours, am I correct?" He asks, a manipulative smile filling the room.
"Yes, father," I reply sternly, trying to show assertion along the way. It's not working.
"Well, I will finish in 30 minutes. Better get that job for me, you little slut." He says, walking closer to me.
Punch. I cough out. Dad adds a kick to my legs, making me stand there limping. Another punch and I'm on the ground. He slaps me on my cheek, leaving a red handprint where it hit. I couldn't do anything, even if I wanted to.
He starts coming closer to me. I try to move back, but my legs were unable to move.
No, no, no. Not the belt. Please, no. I will do anything, please.
He aggressively grabs my face, pulling it closer to his. He checks out my face, then proceeds to lay his fingers on my lips. At this point, I'm sobbing, no words coming out. I was terrified, afraid.
"Shut up before I choke you until you're unable to breathe. I thought you wanted it done quick, right?"
He pulls me in, grabbing my face and putting his neck against mine. He starts sucking on my neck, my collarbone, everywhere. I cry out loud. No one would stop him from doing this, and it's not like I can move right now. I swear he broke my legs and arms.
Dad stops after a good 10 minutes of leaving marks all around my body. I whimper. It hurts everywhere.
I may be naive and innocent, but I do know what he just did. I am not that dumb.
"We're done for today. Now hurry up and get a job." He says, heading to his room.
Not able to comprehend what just happened, I limp towards my bathroom.
As I look in the mirror, I sigh. I could feel the tears gathering in my eyes; my vision got all blurry due to the number of tears filling them.
Dark hickeys all around my collarbone and neck. Bruises were showing from all around my arms and stomach—what a day.
I remind myself I can't break here. I have to deal with it. Fuck everything. Just do it.
I grab the clothes I bought yesterday and start changing into them.
I check myself out in the mirror one more time. Shit, I need something to cover my face; I can't have this showing. I grab the nearest mask and head out. I have an interview I must not miss.
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sorry, this chapter really sucks :(
the end is really rushed since I thought I don't need to add that much detail there, but comment if you want it more detailed! :)
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