My Bully | Yeonjun X Beomgyu | Yeongyu/Beomjun

Chapter 1

Beomgyu POV

I kept my head low, ignoring the glances thrown my way as I navigated through the crowded school corridors. My heart thudded in my chest, dread creeping in with each step. I was hoping, praying, that I wouldn't bump into one specific person.

Choi Yeonjun.

The guy who made it his mission to bully me every day. Most days, I'd walk out of school with bruises hidden under my sleeves or cuts I tried to cover. He made my life a living nightmare, but there was something worse—something I hated myself for. Despite everything, I couldn't stop the feelings I had for him.

It was ridiculous. How could I fall for someone who broke me down so easily?

I reached my locker, quickly grabbing my books, my fingers shaking as I stuffed them into my bag. But of course, fate wasn't on my side. My locker slammed shut with a loud bang, making me flinch. I didn't even need to look up to know who it was.

Yeonjun.

I turned around slowly, already bracing myself for whatever he had in store today. I was too tired to fight, too drained to argue so early in the morning.

"Thought you could just avoid me like that, huh?" His voice was sharp, his tone mocking as he towered over me, arms crossed.

I stared at the floor, refusing to meet his eyes. His gaze always made me feel... weak. Vulnerable.

"Look at me."

Yeonjun's voice dropped to a whisper, so low that it sent a shiver down my spine. Still, I kept my eyes glued to the floor, biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from trembling. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.

"Playing hard to get now, huh?" he smirked, his words laced with amusement. He reached out, using his finger to tilt my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. The moment our gazes locked, my breath hitched. I couldn't help the soft whimper that escaped my lips, my knees almost buckling under me as I realized just how close we were.

His eyes were dark, filled with something I couldn't quite place. It was intense, almost too much. My heart raced in my chest, the space between us suffocating. Then, just as quickly, his expression hardened, and I saw his fist start to rise. My body tensed, preparing for the impact.

But then, the bell rang.

I exhaled shakily, releasing the breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. I closed my eyes for a second, thankful for the small mercy. But when I opened them, I froze. Yeonjun was even closer, his breath hot against the side of my neck. My skin tingled where his breath touched, and I could feel my face heating up, my cheeks flushing a deep red.

"You got away this time," he murmured, his voice sending a shiver through me. "But next time, you won't be so lucky."

I stood there, unable to move as Yeonjun leaned back, his piercing gaze lingering on me for a moment longer before he turned and walked away. I watched his figure disappear into the distance, my heart still pounding as if it were trying to escape my chest.

Shaking off the feeling, I grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder as I practically sprinted to class. I didn't want to be late—or worse, run into him again.

As I entered the classroom, I felt Yeonjun's eyes on me immediately. The weight of his stare was hard to ignore, but I forced myself to. I went straight to my assigned seat next to Jungkook, who gave me a small smile as I sat down, adjusting his chair to give me more room.

"You alright, Beomgyu?" he asked softly, noticing my quietness.

I nodded, though my mind was miles away. I couldn't shake Yeonjun's words, his closeness, the way he made my heart race for all the wrong reasons.

The lesson passed by in a blur, the teacher's words floating around me without sinking in. I was too tired to focus, my thoughts still spinning from the morning. When the bell finally rang, I quickly packed up my things and headed out, eager to meet Taehyun for lunch.

But as I made my way down the hall, I heard footsteps approaching fast. Turning around, I saw Jungkook catching up to me, his familiar bunny-like smile on his face.

"Hey, Beomgyu," he greeted, falling into step beside me. "Just realized we haven't talked much lately. How've you been?"

Jungkook and I had been best friends since we were kids, practically inseparable. But as we grew older, we drifted, both of us making new friends. We were still close, but things weren't the same as before. He had his own life now, and a boyfriend—Taehyung, who I'd seen him with often.

"Oh, Beomgyu?" Jungkook's voice pulled me from my thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm... okay. Not great, but you know how it is."

Jungkook's smile softened. "I get it. I'm doing alright, though. Things have been busy."

He linked his arm with mine like he used to when we were younger, and for a moment, it felt like old times again. I couldn't help but smile, nostalgia warming my chest. But the warmth didn't last long. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him.

Yeonjun.

His gaze was locked on me, his eyes dark with something I couldn't quite name. Anger? Jealousy? Whatever it was, it made my skin prickle.

Jungkook didn't seem to notice, thankfully. He waved as he saw Taehyung waiting for him at a nearby table. "Gotta go! See you later, Beomgyu!" he said cheerfully before hurrying off.

I barely had time to process anything before I heard that voice again.

"Now, who do we have here?"

I froze, the familiar chill running down my spine. I didn't even need to look to know who it was.

Choi Yeonjun.

Of course.