Chan-woo was fast asleep on the couch when a sudden pair of hands grabbed his clothes and roughly pulled him off. He braced himself as he felt his body fall the short distance to the ground. His left elbow painfully dug into the large bruise on his left rib. He tried to ignore the pain as he immediately protected his head with his arms from the oncoming blows, mind thinking he was back home and forgetting he was at the new dorm.

It almost felt like the wind had been knocked out of him as he lay on the ground curled in a tight fetal position. He tried to catch his breath from the immense pain radiating throughout his left side and his chest. He struggled to breathe in and out with the pain, he couldn't help but gasp out and moan.

"Oh shut up," a voice above him suddenly said in irritation, which caused the young man on the ground to jump in fright. "You're just doing this for attention."

"I'm n-not," Chan-woo whispered as he turned his head slightly to look up at the person that towered above him.

Directly above him and looking down upon him with a face full of utter disgust was one Jeon Jungkook. He shuffled away and groaned in pain as he struggled to pull himself up in into a seated position. Rolling his eyes, Jungkook stepped over him before he flopped down on the couch that the younger had only moments ago been asleep on.

"Yeah right," Jungkook said while another roll of his eyes. "You are perfectly fine and we all know it. No need to act."

Chan-woo ignoring the words, he put one hand on the end of the couch and used all of his energy to pull himself up. As he pulled himself up off of the ground with a struggle, his eyes caught sight of the other perfectly free couch in the living room. All he could do was sigh sadly as he turned around and walked over to his belongings. He didn't want to cause any drama between them over something as small as a couch.

He opened his duffle bag and pulled out two completely clean outfits. One to change into once he got to the company and one for after he had finished dance practice. He didn't want to change back into the clothes he was currently wearing at the end of his scheduled lessons as a pet peeve of his was wearing the same clothes repeatedly days in a row. It made him feel dirty.

Chan-woo opened his backpack up and took out his sweaty clothes from the day before, having completely forgetting to have taken them out before he fell asleep when he got home. He stared at all of his belongings as he thought where he could store them. Since he didn't have a room or any space to store anything, he ended up deciding to neatly fold them and place them under his duffle bag. He mentally made a note to go to a nearby laundromat every few days so the pile didn't get out of control, sure he would hear about it from the other boys if he did.

With his two new sets of new clothing stuffed into his backpack, Chan-woo also added his phone charger after unplugging it from the wall. He zipping up the bag, he pocketed his phone before he stood up and placed the right backpack strap on his right shoulder. He turned around and walked over to the front door, ready to leave despite how early he would be. It would give him more time to change at the slower pace his body wanted.

"What do you think you are doing?" a sharp voice said from behind Chan-woo which caused him to jump and whip around with wide eyes.

"I'm going to the company," he answered, confusion and hesitancy laced throughout his voice. "Ah, to do my lessons."

"Without showering? That's so disgusting," Jimin's face scrunched up as if he could smell a revolting scent. "If you are a part of us, you have to look presentable. We don't want you embarrassing us even more than you are."

"I-I uh, I know there are showers at the company. I'll make sure to shower when I get there, Jimin Hyung. And I also had one last night," he said shyly as he looked at the ground and played with the sleeves of his hoodie.

"Are our showers not good enough for you?" the older scoffed as he crossed his arms across his chest.

"No, that's not it," frowned Chan-woo and looked up shyly.

"Then what is it, huh?" Jimin asked a little angrily.

"N-No one has shown me where the b-bathroom is here. A-And you guys said n-not to disturb you. So I-I just thought I'd do everything at the c-company," his voice was so soft and quiet that both Jimin and Jungkook almost missed what he had said. His eyes focused on the ground as he felt his heart speed up in his chest.

Chan-woo didn't move a muscle as he felt both pair of eyes still on him. His body was hot with anxiety as he waited for something, anything, that hinted at him being allowed to leave. He still needed to walk to the company before getting ready. Each second he stayed there was more time he was wasting, even though he had woken up early. He heard some movement in front of him, and shifted his eyes up to find Jimin staring intently at him while making his way to the other couch.

"First door on the right," Jimin said emotionless as he sat down and pulled out his phone.

"T-Thank you, Hyung," bowed Chan-woo with his heart pounding before he hurriedly walked into the hallway and made his way to the door Jimin had told him.

He locked the door once he had closed it and quickly took off his backpack and clothes since he didn't want to risk being late. He calculated that if he had a quick shower here and after the time it took to walk all the way to the company, he'd be able to have at least ten minutes before his first lesson. He also pulled out one of the clean outfits and placed it upon the vanity bench.

As he looked up into the mirror he saw the top half of his naked body in the mirror above the vanity. He slowly lifted his left arm and twisted that side of his body towards the mirror. The bruise looked worse than it had the day before. The mixture of blue and purple were now broken up with new red streaks, blood vessels obviously had been damaged during the fall to the ground moments ago.

He turned his eyes away with disgust before he walked over to the shower and turned the taps on. While he waited for the water to warm up a little, he checked the back of his calves after he realised he had completely forgotten about the small cuts with such a busy schedule the day before. The cuts had all healed, leaving behind small pink scars that would soon start to fade.

As he stepped into the showers, he almost moaned at the warm water that ran over his sore, cold, tired body. Chan-woo carefully washed his body. Not having any soap or shampoo of his own yet, he decided against using any of the ones owned by the other members in fear of their wrath. A soft sigh left his lips as he felt his body relaxing the longer he stayed in the shower.

His peaceful moment was suddenly disrupted by the alarm on his phone ringing loudly. Cursing quietly, Chan-woo quickly turned the taps off and stepped onto the bath mat as water dripped off of him. Looking around, he grabbed a towel off the rack as he had no choice but to use one of them. He quickly, yet carefully, dried his body off. He walked over to his hoodie on the vanity bench and fished out his phone before he swiftly turned the annoying alarm off.

Chan-woo knew if he didn't leave soon, he would be borderline late. So he did one last dry off with the towel before he discarded it in the laundry hampers. He grabbed his new underwear and pulled them on before he grabbed the white skinny jeans. He shimmed his way into them, the water making the tight material harder to pull up. He balanced on one leg to put on the clean sock, switched feet and almost fell over in his rush.

Pausing, he looked into the mirror and couldn't help but to instantly scrutinise himself. He was too skinny. Too pale. Too unattractive. Too broken. Too weak. There was so much he could point out with all of his flaws, but was pulled out of the hateful cycle by his phone buzzing in his hand. He saw the time on his lock screen and finished getting dressed. Chan-woo pocketed his phone in his skinny jean back pocket before throwing on his soft, valentine blush, pink t-shirt with short sleeves.

In a rush, he grabbed his hoodie and dirty clothes in one hand and he picked up his backpack in the other. As he opened the door, Chan-woo almost bumped into a sleepy looking Min Yoongi. He bowed in an apologetic way at the angry look on the order's face before he rushed over to his duffle bag in the corner of the living room.

Chan-woo quickly folded his dirty clothes and placed them underneath the large duffle bag. He stood up and fumbled with the hem of his hoodie, struggling to put it over his head in his rush. Finally he successfully got his hoodie on before he picked up his backpack and put both straps on as he walked out of the front door. He missed the looks thrown his way by the three males in the living room as he was too worried about being late.

The moment the doors of the elevator opened to the ground floor, Chan-woo jogged out of the building and kept jogging for a few minutes down the busy street. He didn't want to be late as it wouldn't be a good look during this training period. Feeling he would arrive in time, he slowed down to a brisk walk and caught his breath from the unexpectedly cardio workout. He couldn't help but check the time on his phone every few minutes, anxiety high after having to shower without warning.

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For the second day in a row, Chan-woo was laid on the ground covered in sweat and chest heaved up and down rapidly. Daniel turned the music off before he walked up to him to and held his hand out to the tired looking boy. With a smile, Chan-woo accepted the hand and stood up on his two feet. A faint blush rose on his cheeks as Daniel didn't move away from how close they stood to each other. 

"You did amazing," the older whispered and smiling down at him. 

"T-Thank you, Hyung," Chan-woo hung his head, his sweaty hair falling into his eyes.

"The way you take on instructions and implement them without much difficult is incredible Channie-ah," said Daniel at a normal level as he placed his large hand on the younger's upper arm. "Your dancing is so clean and smooth as well. It's immaculate, so hard to critique."

"Aish, stop with the compliments Danny Hyung," his blush only grew brighter as he played with his hands nervously, afraid to look up.

"You don't like compliments?" he asked with a tilt of his head as his hand squeezed the younger's arm lightly.

"N-Not used to them," whispered Chan-woo as he slightly shied away.

"You don't get many compliments? Really? Wow, I'm shocked at that because your talent is so amazing," softly said Daniel, his heart broke at what he heard.

"Thank you," he whispered as he walked away to grab his hoodie and backpack.

"Have a good rest tonight and I'll see you tomorrow kiddo," Daniel smiled brightly. "Good work today."

"Goodnight, Danny Hyung," Chan-woo smiled back before he left in a rush.

The second he had closed the door behind him, Chan-woo cursed to himself for being such a blushing mess. His heart was beating crazy even now as he walked over to the elevators. His arm still felt hot from the touch. Goosebumps rose on his skin as he remembered the kind whispered words. It wasn't fair the way the other made his body react. He couldn't control the blush which only made him blush harder.

He walked into the empty elevator and placed his backpack in between his feet. He put his hoodie on as it took him down towards the ground floor. He was too tired to shower and change into the fresh clothes, simply just wanting to get back and sleep. Chan-woo walked out of the elevator and adjusted his backpack on his shoulders nervously, his mind still upstairs in the dance practice room with a certain coach. Cursing himself as he felt his cheeks grow hot once more.

"Chan-woo!" his name was called from the left of him.

Chan-woo looked over to see a smiling Bang PD-nim that was making his way over to him. He smiled back and bowed respectfully towards the CEO as he waited for him. He wondered if he was in trouble for something or if he was only stopping him to check in on how he was going. Either way he was nervous to see what the other wanted.

"I'm glad I caught you on your way out," Bang PD-nim smiled before it was replaced by apprehension. "I actually needed to talk to you quickly about something."

"Sure," he gulped at the sudden change in tone.

"This morning I got a call from one of your band members, Yoongi," the older said which made Chan-woo's heart race at the unknown reason behind the call. "He said this morning he noticed you had bruises on your neck."

His eyes widen as he heard what Yoongi had witnessed. He thought back on the interaction and guessed he noticed it because he had walked out without his hoodie on. Chan-woo wondered if he had of put the hoodie on beforehand, would the older still have seen the bruises? He would never know, but now, his secret is out.

"Not only that, but he said he could see scars on your upper arms and faint ones on your forearm," Bang PD-nim said quietly with sadness in his eyes. "Is it true? Do you have scars elsewhere on you?"

"Y-Yes," he looked down in shame.

"It's okay," he sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder in a comforting way. "Can I ask if you did it or did they do it?"

"Mostly them," he whispered, feeling tears start to brim in his eyes.

"We can talk about this another time when you are more comfortable with me," said Bang PD-nim as he reached out and ruffled the soft brown hair.

"D-Did you tell Yoongi Hyung anything?" Chan-woo couldn't help but ask as he looked up with a defeated expression, the tears subsided for now.

"No, I didn't. And I won't. I'll let you decided who you tell and what you tell them. It is not my place to share such personal information about you, Chan-woo. Okay? So don't worry about it," he smiled sadly at the younger. "Go home and rest, you look exhausted."

"Thank you, Bang PD Hyung. I appreciate it. All of it. Have a good night," bowed Chan-woo before he turned away and walked out of the BigHit Entertainment building.

The cool night's air hit him and sent shivers down his spine despite having his hoodie on. The sweat from his prior dance practice probably didn't help as he continued to walk towards the dorms. His mind was quickly caught up by the anxiety caused by Yoongi seeing his bruises. How would he go about this? He didn't know what to say. Would he be allowed to say anything or would he have to wait until the older spoke to him first because of the ground rules they all set out for him?

Chan-woo was ten minutes into his walk when he had to stop for a few seconds. A sudden wave of dizziness overtook him which sent the street sideways. He clenched his eyes closed as he focused on breathing. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt like he was about to fall over. He managed to stumble to the nearby brick wall blindly, apologising as he bumped into a few people.

With one hand on the brick wall and one hand pinching the bridge of his nose, Chan-woo bent over as he took in deep breaths. He stayed in that position for what felt like years, but in reality was only a couple of minutes. The dizzy spell finally settled and he dared to open one of his eyes. He found that the street was no longer rocking sideways. Relief coursed through him which was soon taken over by anxiety and worry.

He pushed off the brick wall and made his way back to the dorm as quickly as he could. He didn't want to be out on the streets if anything like that happened again. He walked into the apartment building, headed straight to the elevator and up to his floor. His heart pounded as he walked up to the front door and wondered who would answer tonight.

His hand was lifted up with great effort before he knocked on the door loudly with his knuckles. He heard some movement inside before the door opened to reveal a grumpy looking Min Yoongi. His heart sank as the other immediately looked at his neck. He hung his head in shame, stood still as he waited for the older to let him in. The seconds stretched on in agonising silence.

"C-Can I come i-in Yoongi Hyung? I'm really tired," he whispered, finally he looked up to see a frown on the other's face.

Without saying anything, Yoongi stepped aside and held the door open. Chan-woo bowed slightly in appreciation before he walked in. He went straight over to his duffle bag, squatted in front of it and took his backpack off. He took out the fresh clothes and put them aside, ready to take into the bathroom. He opened up the duffle bag and fetched out a fresh hoodie since he had been wearing that jumper for most of the day and he definitely did not feel comfortable in wearing short sleeved t-shirt around the dorm anymore.

As he stood up with the clothes in his hands, he saw Yoongi staring at him. He blushed before he walked into the hallway. He knocked on the closed bathroom door and waited a few seconds before he entered after hearing no one was inside. The second the door closed, he let out a shaky breath he hadn't realised he had been holding in. He tried to avoid the mirror's reflection as he undressed himself and got ready for his shower, too tired to hear those type of thoughts tonight after the exhausting day he had had.