Requested by CRANExsidneetfanfic

Warning: Sexual assault, slight descriptions of rape(Cuz I'm not ready for detailed descriptions yet).

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The new manager did not quite sit right with the members. He was rude. Especially towards the maknae line. He was constantly yelling at them for absolutely no reason. He had them work for hours.

That was not the only thing that bothered them. They had just come to know that their new manager was gay. And that was not a problem until he got touchy with the members.

During any journey, he would always be found touching the boys, and then claim he was just leading them to the street and it isn't really what it looked like. They've talked to their CEO several times about it but they were never successful in getting their point justified.

"I can't believe a day would come where a man decades older will be squeezing my butt."

Yoongi grumbled as he plopped himself down the couch of their new hotel. He could swear he was about to murder their manager a few hours ago and he would have, had they not been in public.

Jin laughed, finding it somewhat amusing even though the others clearly disapproved of it. He loved the sassy comments the others made about the older man.

"Are you frustrated over the fact that it was a man or because he squeezed your butt?"

"Both."

Jimin barged into the room with a few packets of food and sat down beside Yoongi. The older scooted away and groaned.

"Move away."

Jimin ignored him as he pulled up his legs up on the couch before opening the packets and setting them up on the center table.

"The others are doing a Live. Do you think we should too?"

He asked. Jin nodded his head as yes.

"Yeah, my weverse account is filled with ARMYs asking why we aren't in the Live with the other guys."

He sat on the left of Yoongi, and trapping the boy between himself and Jimin. Yoongi could never say no to anyone of the maknae line, so he just nodded and so, Jimin set up the camera. The moment the live was on, ARMYs started barging in, saying 'Hi' and pretending to die over them.

They spent the time eating, reading their fans' comments and occasionally singing for them. Before they knew it, they'd already spent two hours with them. So they decided to bid bye to their fans.

As the live ended, they dropped there head on the bed rest of the couch and sighed. Jin looked at the other and spoke.

"Manager wants to see our performance one last time before the concert. I hope you remember. We better get going."

Yoongi groaned as he shot up from the couch.

"Oh God. No, not again."

The two others laughed at the distress of the second oldest. Yoongi paced back and forth the room for a few minutes, letting out some curses directed to their manager before Jin shooed him away to his own room to get ready for practice.

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The members were surprised to see their manager already there when they arrived at the stadium. He was sitting at the corner of the stage, scrolling through his phone. He did not seem to notice their presence, so Jin approached him.

"Um...I think we should start as soon as we can so we could wind up soon as well."

The manager smiled and slid his phone back in his pocket. He pulled the chair he was sitting on to the side and clapped his hands, indicating all the members to get in position.

"First song, Butterfly. Let's get it!"

He turned on the music and climbed down the stage to have a clear look at the members dancing. He would stop the music at times and ask the members to repeat a few steps. The members found it a bit weird because even though they repeated the steps in the same way, the older man seemed to be satisfied in the second or third try.

Their choreographer had barged in about an hour later from their start. He saw the members already practicing, so he dragged a chair beside the manager and sat down and watched them as well.

Two more hours passed by, with their manager staring intensely at them while they practiced in their own way. Suddenly, the manager stepped up on the stage and called the entire group towards himself.

"This will do. Go home and take some rest now. But-"

He looked over at Jin.

"I need you to go over a few steps again, since you've got to be in the centre a lot this time. I need to make sure it's perfect."

Hoseok frowned. As the dance instructor of the group, he knew the oldest had been perfect in his work.

"But he did everything correctly."

He said and looked around in search of their choreographer and he was nowhere to be found. He looked over at the clock and saw it was already afternoon. The choreographer had probably gone for lunch.

"Yeah, but I still need to get him to repeat some steps. Just to make sure."

"Okay. We'll stay back for a bit longer then."

The manager shook his head.

"No. You go home and take as much rest as you can. I want you to be in your best condition tomorrow."

Hoseok gave Jin a concerned look. He knew the older was tired. Jin smiled at his dongsaeng and patted his shoulder, reassuring him that he'd be fine.

"Go home and rest. I'll be back soon."

With that, the members headed out, leaving their manger and the eldest alone in the huge stadium. The manager seemed to notice how hard the oldest was still panting and gestured him to sit down for a bit.

He gladly accepted the offer and slumped down against the wall, lunging for his bag. He took out his water bottle, only to find it empty. His brows furrowed in confusion. He remembers he hadn't even touched the bottle since the group arrived there. Before his brain could make up an excuse, a completely filled water bottle emerged infront of his vision. He looked up to see the manger holding one in front of him. He gave the older a cheeky smile and accepted the bottle, muttering a small 'thanks'.

"When you're ready, let's get back to it."

He nodded at his manager and sat their for a few more minutes. When he was sure he had gained back enough energy to go back dancing, he gave his manager a small nod to which the older nodded back and turned the music back on.

However, after sometime, he started to feel pretty exhausted again. He pushed it off thinking it's probably because he had practiced for four hours earlier already. But a few minutes even further into the practice, he had started to feel a little unwell as well. His limbs were started to ache and his head started to hurt.

He felt a bit of anxiety rise in his chest. Concert was the next day, and he couldn't afford to be sick. He glanced at the clock. It was only half an hour from the start of his extra practice. He glanced back at his manager who was eying him hard. He tried to give him the hint that he wasn't feeling good but the manager did not understand. He started to get dizzy. He did not know how his health spiralled downwards so quickly, but he was just feeling worse and worse. The dizziness was getting worse and worse. It got so bad that at a point, he just couldn't keep his weight on his legs anymore. He dropped on his knees on the floor, panting hard. He closed his eyes shut tight but the dizziness just won't go away. His heart started to pace even faster as no matter how much he tried, he couldn't help but feel himself go out of consciousness. He heard the music stop and footsteps approached him. He felt hands wrap itself on his back and his legs and he was picked up on air. And after that, everything went black.

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It was quiet, so quite that as if he wasn't outside anymore. He was laying in something soft. He tried to get up but couldn't move a finger. Neither could he open his eyes.

What even happened?

It was like as if he was paralysed. He could hear every small thing. The ticking of the clock, the wind blowing softly, but he couldn't move an inch. Was he in a sleep paralysis?

He heard soft footsteps approach him and soon, a hand on his forehead, softly brushing his fringes. A kiss was dropped on his forehead, giving him shivers.

What was even happening?

A hand wrapped itself around his waist and he felt himself collide with someone else. Another kiss was dropped on him, and but it was on his neck this time. The hand which laid on his stomach progressed to move downwards.

Panic shot within him again. He tried to move his arms, but they felt ten times heavier, so did his eyelids. His voice is was gone too.

"What are you doing?"

It was just a whisper, not enough to show how scared he was at starting to feel.

"Just taking care of you."

A voice spoke. His heart stopped. He knew who he was. And because he knew who he was, it made his panic even worse. It was the one suppose to protect them. Their manager. He never really thought much about their manager being gay, so he definitely did not think he'd end up like that.

"Stop."

He pleaded when he felt the hand go for his belt and slowly open it. He put all of his energy and managed to take his right hand and hold the latter's wrist

"Don't! I know you want it. And I also know I'm the only one who can give this to you."

He spoke and in a swift move, his pants were taken off and thrown to the floor, making him gasp. The familiar hand rested on his thigh.

"Gosh, your so beautiful!"

The man exclaimed with a sigh chuckle and put down another kiss on his inner thigh. Tears stung his vision. He wasn't at his best state to protest at that time. He knew at that moment, that him feeling sick all of a sudden had to do something with his manager.

"Please, stop."

He begged again as the man started to unbutton his shirt and within seconds, it was on the floor too. Now, he was only left with his underwear on.

A kiss was laid on his stomach, making him let out a shaky breath. He felt the lips pressed on the his stomach for a long time before they parted open, still resting on his stomach, and gave a short lick to it. He felt himself jolt at that. It made him feel so disgusted.

The hands held his cheeks, wiping at them. He felt wetness at them. He knew he was crying. He felt pathetic for himself. For not being able to do anything, even though he knew what was happening.

"You'll love it, I promise."

He felt the other slip his hand inside the last piece of clothing he had on. His hands automatic shot up to hold the later's hand. He did not know from where he got the energy from. He concluded whatever the manager must have given him to feel so unwell, was wearing off. He could open his eyes now, and instantly, a dull headache started to appear. But he still couldn't speak.

Tears continued to make it's way down his cheeks. At other times, he would have fought the later off, kicked him, thrown profanities at him. But now, he was capable of doing nothing.

"Namjoon."

He whispered the leader's name, wanting him to take over like he always does. He wanted the leader to come and rescue him. The older man chuckled, seeing the distress on his face and put his thumb on his lower lip. Jin turned his face to his side, so that he wasn't touching his face anymore.

"Your pretty band mates know you won't be home tonight. You don't need to worry."

Saying that, he started to take off the last piece of clothing the idol had.

This was really happening.

He was there.

He was witnessing it without being able to do anything.

He could only weep in silence as the man kissed his neck and trailed downwards. He could only weep when the man fingured him. He could only weep as the man started to undress himself and get on top of him. He could only weep.

"I bet you feel good."

No he didn't. He did not feel good. The moans of the later made him want to throw up. The feeling on his own body made him want to throw up. He felt a piercing pain at his lower portion. He wanted to scream. But he had no voice. He could only gasp.

He did not feel pleasure at all, like the later claimed.

He felt pain.

Disgust.

Weak.

Pathetic.

He kept sobbing, begging the older to stop. But he was too busy for his own pleasure. His hands weakly tried to pry off the latter's, but he always slapped them away. He was too weak to fight. He realized at a point that he was already ruined. There was no going back. He dropped his hands back onto the bed and sobbed as the older continued to destroy him deep inside.

He wanted it to be over. He wanted it to be a nightmare. He wanted it to not hurt. He wanted it to stop.

Eventually, it did stop and he was now alone on the bed, eyes half open, his body numb. He felt as if his headache had increased even more. He had lost his ability to move again. But it was not because he could not. He was because he did not want to. The effect of whatever medicine the manager had given him to temporarily knock him off had worn off completely. But he did not want to move. Any movement made him feel sticky. And it reminded him of what just happened. The manger had draped a blanket over him and told him to rest, as if what happened between them was normal.

He held a straight expression, but tears continued to leave his eyes. His voice was starting to be more prominant. But it was still too scratchy for him to speak coherent words.

He stared blankly at the curtains that decorated the window. There was still no light entering indicating it was still night. Suddenly, he felt something on his face, making him flinch. He grabbed at it and pulled them off his face. They were clothes. But not his.

"Put them on. Your fellas are searching for you. Go back to the hotel and get ready for tomorrow's concert."

He wanted anything but to have something that belonged to the manager. But he had no other choice. His clothes had been torn. He got down from the bed and walked towards the bathroom. He knew it was the bathroom because he had been to the house before. He had been to the manager's house with the other members before and he never though the room which to thought to be the prettiest would be the room which would leave him a ruined, broken man. Ignoring the pain in his lower half, he quickly put the clothes on and washed his face. He looked at himself in the mirror. There was no way he could hide it from anyone. No matter how much he scrubbed, the tear stains won't go away completely. Traces of it could be understood. He tried to get them off a few more times before finally giving up. He couldn't care less. The emotional pain he felt at that moment as much more than the physical pain.

He slowly unlocked the door and saw the manager standing at the front door. His eyes travelled down at the holder's hand that held his bag. The manager motioned towards the door for him to leave, as if he was the one staying there against his will. The manager opened the door.

"Go."

One word. The one simple word made his legs feel all jiggly and his heart feel funny. He took baby steps towards the older and took this bag from the manager. He saw how shaky his hands were but the older didn't say anything, as though he hadn't noticed it. He was about to make a run, but before he could take another step, the manager stepped infront of him and leaned towards him, making him take a step back.

"What happened today shall stay between us and us only."

His eyes filled with tears once again and the managed to gear up the courage and pushed his manager away, running away from him as fast as he could. He was glad he had the way back to the dorm memorized like the back of his hand. As soon as he reached home, he fumbled through his bag for the keys. Each of the members had a duplicate of the keys, just in case and he was glad the manager hadn't taken it away.

The living room was quite and he believed everyone was asleep since it was still dawn, until he saw Yoongi's figure sitting on the dinning table. He did not pay much attention to him and headed straight for his room. From his peripheral vision, he saw Yoongi notice him and stand up.

"Hyung, I was just waiti-"

Before the second oldest could finish speaking, he had run into his own room and to the bathroom, locking himself in and turning on the shower to block out every noise of the earth as he drowned himself in the water of the bathtub, giving himself time to think what had happened.

3020 words.

Sorry it took a long time. There will be a part two to make up for that. I tried my best. I hope you'll like it!

Love ya'll! Bye!