We all waited in silence back at the dorm waiting for Yoongi to call and let us know how (Y/N) was and when she'd be coming home. The hours stretched by but none of us moved from our seats, the sky was darkening as the sun set- the only indication that time was in fact moving and not at the standstill we were.

A shrill ring cut through the air, breaking the statues out of their reverie. I reached forward to answer the incoming call.

"Yoongi, what is it? What did the doctors say? Is she fine? Are you coming home? Have you eaten?" I rambled; the phone was on loudspeaker so the boys could hear as they crowded around the phone.

A soft, tired chuckle came from the phone.

"Hyung, calm down. She's going to be fine, we're on our way home now. I'll explain everything when we get back." And soon hung up.

When the phone disconnected, everyone let out sighs of relief and their bodies slumped with unmistakeable relief as the tension bled out of us. I closed my eyes, forcing the tears back which were threatening to fall. She was going to be okay; she was coming back- my mind chanted in reassurance.

A large hand settled on the nape of my neck squeezing gently.

"Hyung, do you suppose she'll want some food? I don't know if they've eaten." Namjoon spoke up.

My head shot up nearly whacking his in the process.

Food. What should I make?

I was getting to my feet when Hoseok and Jungkook stopped me.

"We'll do it hyung, we all know you're gonna smother her in your care when she gets back anyways..." Jungkook said wryly, lips twisting up as he teased me.

"Aish this brat..." I swung out my arm, but he dodged it and darted into the kitchen pulling Hobi along with him.

When we all sat down, the atmosphere was completely different, there was a lightness in it and even though we all had nagging worries at the back of our heads, I knew Yoongi didn't sugar-coat anything, he didn't have a habit to.

It was a while later we heard the key twisting in the lock, and the electronic sound of the pin being typed in. Low murmurs and approaching footsteps padding into the living room, (Y/N)'s figure was being supported by Yoongi, who had an arm wrapped around her waist. She was half-leaning on him, and her feet were unsteady as she tripped and stumbled in. her eyes were glassy and unfocused, they were wide open but she seemed to be in a daze, not fully processing her surroundings or who she was with. The leggings she'd been wearing had been replaced with a pair of baggy shorts that dwarfed her figure.

Yoongi didn't say anything until he sat down, placing (Y/N) down next to him, the arm still tight around her waist. Whilst it was to keep her steady and upright, I didn't doubt Yoongi was relying on the physical reassurance that she was next to him to keep his emotions at bay.

We all clustered around her, I was becoming more and more concerned at the haze and apparent unfocused look in her eyes. She wasn't sitting as she usually did; her body was slumped as though she had no strength to hold herself up.

"She's been given high pain medication, that's why she's a bit out of it. It's got a strong numbing sensation- hence her being unfocused and kinda dazed." Yoongi explained but that didn't lessen my worry- it just increased it.

"Why does she need a high dosage though?" Hobi spoke up.

"Her left leg has gone through immense strain; she's got severe bruising around her hip and being suspended in air for so long on only a strap caused her muscles to weaken afterwards. She'll need help for some time the doctor said. The guys dropped us off at the door, they said they needed to check something out." Yoongi spoke.

I looked at her left leg, she was favouring her right side as she slumped into Yoongi.

I saw the determination and worry in every pair of eyes. We were all going to help her through it.

It seemed like the medication had made her unusually quiet and withdrawn, she didn't act how Kookie did when he'd been given strong medication, nor did she revert into a childish state like Tae had once. She grew sombre if anything. I bought her some soup hoping it would be light enough to settle in her stomach but getting her to eat it was a chore.

I brought the spoon to her mouth, gently blowing on it, but she wouldn't open her mouth to take it in.

"Come on (Y/N)-ah, just a little. Come on, open up please..." I wheedled but she either didn't register it or she was being stubborn.

It took me another five minutes before she dropped her mouth open, and I spooned the soup inside. Her throat bobbing gently as she swallowed. It seemed to settle in her stomach though which was a relief.

The bowl was still more than half full when she closed her mouth and wouldn't take anymore. I sighed, giving up for now. I'd try again later.

Namjoon rose up from his seat to take my place as I got up, eyes worrying over her, but he still smiled at her when she met his eyes. He reached out a hand to ruffle her hair when she suddenly jerked backwards, eyes wide and her chest heaving with the sudden exertion, she let out a weak whimper.

I whipped my head back and she was recoiling from Namjoon's hand which had frozen mid-air just above her head. His eyes were wide and shocked at the reaction, the sound had drawn Yoongi up from his slump into a straight position, eyes widening as he took in the situation.

"Please...no, I'll be good." She begged; her voice was a low whisper, but I knew everyone had heard. In her drugged haze she had taken Namjoon's large hand as a threat, and it was then I realised how deep the extent of the abuse must've been. We all knew Namjoon wasn't going to hurt her, he was too gentle of a soul to hurt anyone intentionally. But right now (Y/N) was feeling vulnerable and the medication was causing her to mix her past experience with the present.

Namjoon lowered his hand gently, and I saw a spark of fury light up in his eyes- not at (Y/N) but the man who'd made her feel this way.

The other boys who had been lounging on the floor had straightened up too. I knew they were all feeling the anger and resentment and hate I was everyone was desperate for this nightmare to be over for (Y/N). She didn't deserve it- no-one did.

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(Y/N) POV:

I woke up, head feeling heavy as I straightened up from my position on the couch. I was on something hard, looking downwards I realised someone. Yoongi oppa was lying on the couch, an arm wrapped around me as he slept, face looking so young and innocent and soft. I quickly scanned the room, taking in the sleeping figures scattered around the room. Namjoon oppa was sleeping, snoring softly, as he cuddled Tae- well was being used as a body pillow by Tae more like. Hobi and Jinnie oppa were leaning on each other on the other couch, Jin oppa's head resting in the crook of Hobi's neck which gently lolled above his. On the floor wrapped in a blanket burrito was Kookie who was being spooned from behind by Jiminie, who had a protective arm thrown around his maknae's waist.

My head felt clearer than it had yesterday, the medication had worn off and I could feel my leg throbbing with pain. I swallowed it down forcefully, clenching my teeth to stop any sound from escaping me. I gently extracted the arm from around me.

I was straightening up before, propping myself up before my arm gave way and I collapsed back onto Yoongi oppa, who woke up at the sudden weight of my fall. He scanned me quickly before sitting up.

"Are you okay?" he said quietly, eyes still roving in examination.

I nodded and moved to get up. I was a bit embarrassed, but I needed help clearly.

"Oppa can you help me to the bathroom please, I want to shower." I said quietly, feeling my face flame with shame but he just nodded and chuckled at my embarrassment.

He got up and placed his arm around my waist to steady me as I wobbled, we slowly walked over to the nearest bathroom, the short walk draining me more than it should've. My cheeks flushed with exertion and I leant against the wall, grateful for the momentary respite.

I smacked my hand against my head as I realised, I needed to go to my room to get a change of clothes. Determined, I hobbled my way to my room- Yoongi oppa's yelp of surprise before he rushed behind me.

I tried to be as quick as possible in getting my underwear whilst Yoongi oppa picked out some clothes. I laughed when I saw them, they were oversized and in black. Just his style.

He helped me back to the bathroom but seemed hesitant to let me go in.

"Oppa it's fine, I'm not gonna collapse or anything...stop worrying." I tried to reassure him, but he didn't stop frowning.

"Well...promise to shout if you need help." He seemed slightly appeased by his suggestion.

"What? No. There's no need." I tried to argue but he shook his head.

"There's no other choice (Y/N)-ah." He said, talking to me in a firm tone.

I entered the bathroom, dejectedly mentally swearing to myself to stop being a GODDAMN burden and to hurry and shower.

I showered and pulled on the extremely oversized jumper and small shorts. Maybe the shorts weren't the best idea, they exposed my bruised leg for everyone to see and it was slightly nauseating to see my leg in so many various shades of purple, blue and green. I tried not to wince at the stiffness and ache in my arms as I threaded my arms through the jumper, fingers brushing against my neck. The bruises at my neck were still quite prominent- the force that had gone into making them had made them stay for longer.

I left the bathroom, limping, to see Yoongi oppa sitting on the floor leaning against the opposite wall on his phone. He looked up as I exited, eyes darkening as he scanned my bruised leg. I limped my way back into the living room, heading to the kitchen to start making breakfast. Just as I was reaching out to chop some fruit to go with the pancakes I was going to make, a hand intercepted me, gently grasping onto my outstretched arm.

"What do you think you're doing?" he said in a stern voice, Yoongi oppa.

"Making breakfast." I said, confused as to why he was stopping me.

"Not in the state you're in, now go sit in the living room." Steering me out and plopping me down and slipping the headphones from around his neck around my ears, effectively silencing the outside world from me.

He gave me a firm look with his eyes, daring me to even consider moving from there, I huffed and slumped back drawing a blanket over my exposed legs. There was no need to worry the members, Yoongi oppa had already seen the extent of the damage but that was because he was at the hospital. I didn't want them to worry over something that wasn't in their control.

I sighed and tilted my head back, trying to process where it all went wrong.

VICK POV:

"Freeze. Rewind two frames." I ordered to Trace who was going through the surveillance footage from the centre.

"Enlarge the frame by 67%. Slightly to the left. There." I said, pointing to the figure who was strapping (Y/N) in, and we watched as his hands lingered over her waist as he strapped her in. Hands spreading out to touch her back and thighs, I saw red.

"Zoom in on his face." And then swore.

On the screen (Y/N) was looking at the boys getting strapped in, her priority and focus on making sure they were securely strapped in. She didn't even see who the guy was.

But we did. It was him. He had been there. He was the reason she had gotten injured. It was intentional.

The logical part of me saved the clip adding it to the file of evidence we had gathered against him and his actions towards (Y/N). Flipping past the body shots of her abused body and testimonies, I jotted a note down.

His behaviour was becoming more and more pervasive and indicated his need to control and dominate. But no longer. No more.

UNKNOWN POV:

I printed out the security footage of where I was strapping her in. Enlarged shots of my hands on her back, on her waist, on her thighs. They made such a pretty picture. She looked so perfect and dainty in my hold. My hands belonged there, and her body within them.

I pinned them up on the wall before printing the next one. She was about to enter her apartment complex, body lax in the hold of a black-clothed figure. The shot was from behind and I imagined that being me, her body draping, dependent on me. Lax and loose and pliant. So perfect.

I couldn't wait until I had her again. Her soft perfect body under mine. She was going to be mine. Soon. And forever.

"Soon sweetheart." I promised, stroking the photo of her legs clad in tight leggings, recollecting the touch, savouring it.

Soon.

(AND THAT'S IT! A BIT OF INJURY, LOTS OF TLC FOR (Y/N), SHE DESERVES THE WORLD AND BTS ARE MORE THAN READY TO GIVE IT TO HER! I FEEL YOONGI NEEDED TO LET OUT HIS SOFT, CARING SIDE SO HERE IT IS! I'D HAVE INSISTED HE INSISTED ON KEEPING THE DOOR UNLOCKED, BUT EH...HE DOESN'T WANNA COME ACROSS AS OVERBEARING! AND THERE WE HAVE IT, OUR HATED EVIL MAN IS BACK. HE CAUSED IT ALL, FOR SOME ODD REASON HE GOT WRITTEN OUT AS A HORRID MAN OBSESSESD WITH HER BODY. DIDN'T INTEND IT, BUT YOU KNOW- SOMETIMES IT GETS WRITTEN AS SOMETHING ELSE!! WHAT SHOULD HAPPEN NEXT...QUICK MOVE INTO THE PLOT OR IS THE PACE FINE?? LET ME KNOW, I TRY AND REPLY TO ALL THE COMMENTS AND I SMILE, LAUGH AND JUMP LIKE CRAZY SEEING THE VIEWS, COMMENTS AND VOTES RISE DAILY. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE SUPPORT!!! STAY SAFE AND HEALTHY, BORAHAE!!) 💜💜💜

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