Moral of this chapter, incase the end might trigger you a bit and you'd prefer not to read it: Taesung's a fucking asshole.
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"C'mon Yoongi! Listen, give it one last go and then you can have a break."

Yoongi merely nodded, panting as he wiped sweat off of his forehead. Ever since some of the higher-ups at Bighit mentioned that they wanted to debut a new idol or group, all of his trainers had been working him to the core. His vocal training coach increased their practice sessions from one hour to two hours, and Mina... Well breaks were hardly in her vocabulary at this point.

'One more until a break!' She'd say, and then would go over it three more times until Yoongi would be allowed to sit down.

He was basically dripping with sweat at this point, but he knew it would be worth it. As well as that; he couldn't help but wonder what Hoseok would think of him. He had gotten a lot more in shape after all, to the point where he could actually notice it. He wondered if Hoseok would pick up on it the next time that they met up.

He sighed as he heard Mina start up the music again, immediately starting right back up into what she had taught him. Yoongi had never pictured himself being a dancer, and if he was going solo he doubted that he'd be doing a lot of it anyway. But, you have to be at least somewhat skilled in basically everything; dancing included.

"Good job!" Mina smiled, watching as Yoongi neared the end of the practice choreography she had created for him. "Only a little bit longer!"

It was only when the music stopped, that Yoongi allowed himself to fall to the floor. His chest heaved, but there was a smile on his face. He was proud of himself.

"Did I do good?" He asked breathlessly, Mina grinning and nodding.

"Don't tell anyone that I said this but; I hope that the higher-ups pick you to debut." She beamed. "You're so hard working, and I just know that everyone will love you." She crouched down beside Yoongi, still smiling. "Do you want to go solo, or be part of a group?"

"Solo." Yoongi answered immediately. "Well, maybe duo, but that's as far as I'm willing to go. It's not that I can't work with other people, it's just that I find myself to be best suited working alone."

"Understandable." Mina nodded before standing back up. "But, I hate to break it to you because you look so comfortable; my next session is in a few minutes so.."

Yoongi sighed, before slowly standing back up again.

"Got it."

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"Yoongi-Hyung! You're back!"

As soon as Yoongi walked into him and Taesung's dorm room, he knew that something was off about the younger. Was it how giggly he seemed, or the distinct redness to his face? Most likely both.

"I am..." Yoongi nodded, raising an eyebrow at Taesung's behaviour. "I always have choreo in the afternoon, you know this."

"Oh sorry..." Taesung pouted, "I must've forgot."

Yoongi stayed still at the doorway as the younger stood up and walked towards him, only really catching on to the situation at hand when he caught a whiff of the distinct scent of soju. Oh.

"Taesung, are you drunk?" He asked, the younger laughing softly before walking even closer and snaking his arms around Yoongi's waist.

"Maybe." He giggled, nuzzling his face into the crook of Yoongi's neck. The older's eyes widened, gulping as Taesung began to draw patterns with his fingers through the fabric of his shirt. What was he going to do? He couldn't just leave him, could he?

Actually, that option was extremely appealing.

Yoongi wasn't even really sure how Taesung got the soju, considering that alcohol is prohibited. After a few seconds however, he realized that the younger probably snuck out to get it.

"Taesung.. I think you should get to bed." Yoongi huffed, a sense of annoyance taking over him when he felt Taesung shake his head. "Taesung."

"I don't want to Hyung." The younger mumbled, Yoongi tensing up completely as he felt Taesung's lips graze the skin of his neck. No. He squirmed in the younger's grip, but Taesung was taller than him after all, and Yoongi couldn't say that he was extremely muscular.

Yoongi continued to attempt to push Taesung away as he felt the younger's lips touch his skin again, but with more pressure this time. "Taesung, fuck off." He borderline growled, trying to pry himself away as he felt the younger's teeth snag on his skin. It was when Taesung's hands untucked Yoongi shirt, slowly slipping his hands underneath the fabric, that Yoongi snapped.

He drew his hand back, before whipping it straight back in Taesung's direction; the sound of a slap echoing throughout the otherwise quiet room.

"Don't fucking touch me." Yoongi hissed, pulling his shirt down again and crossing his arms over himself as a means of protection. There were tears building up in his eyes, and he wasn't sure if they were from anger or from fright; it was most likely both.

Taesung merely frowned, bringing his hand up to the bright red mark on his cheek.

"But Yoongi-Hyung.." He frowned, stepping closer and wrapping his fingers around Yoongi's wrist, despite the older's efforts to escape. "Why are you holding back? Hoseok's not here."

"Because I don't fucking want you near me." Yoongi growled, eyes shooting open in fright as Taesung backed him against the wall. The younger's hands were around his shoulders, one of his knees in between Yoongi's legs. And Yoongi felt like he was going to cry.

"But why?" Taesung asked, dropping one of his hands down to creep underneath Yoongi's shirt once more. "You know that I like you Hyung, and there's no one here... Why not just let loose for one day?"

Yoongi's heart thundered in his chest, blinking back tears as Taesung dipped his head down to suck at the skin of Yoongi's shoulder. The older panicked, hitting Taesung's chest as hard as he could as a way to deter the younger. He could feel a tear roll down his cheek because he was terrified. Taesung was so much stronger than him, and he felt so weak.

"Taesung! Let go!" He yelled, voice cracking as the younger gripped his hips. And finally, he drew his leg back and kneed Taesung in the stomach, wiping at his face as he watched the younger crumple to the ground, coughing softly a few times.

Yoongi quickly made sure that his phone was in his pocket before he raced over to the window, opening it as quickly as he could before jumping out. He wasn't safe in there, he knew he wasn't.

He continued to wipe at his eyes as he walked down the sidewalk, before taking his phone out of his pocket and opening up his contacts. He sniffled softly, pressing on one. It rung for a few minutes before the person picked up

"Yoongi-Hyung? What's up?" The voice answered, Yoongi's chest feeling heavy as he continued to walk down the street.

"Jungkook, are you working?" He asked, hearing the younger make a sound of confirmation over the line.

"It's just me this afternoon. Why? Shouldn't you go see Hoseok-Hyung? You haven't seen each other in awhile." Jungkook replied, Yoongi sighing.

"I would but... I have to tell you something, and if I tell Hoseok he's going to be out for murder." He explained, Jungkook inhaling sharply on the other end.

"What?"

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A/N:
Long time no update ! Taesung's still a dick !

Sorry for the wait, I've been super caught up with my schooling and some of my other projects :)

Also, question: if I were to do a live stream on Instagram, would any of you watch?

- Charlie :)