HELP PLEASE -mixed imagines

𝕊𝕟𝕒𝕡𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕥 ① 𝒟𝑜𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔

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4 years. That's how long I had to endure Kim Doyoung making my life a living hell. From snide comments in the hallway to mocking my every move, he had a unique talent for pushing me to the edge. Then, just as suddenly as he had made my life miserable, he disappeared. His family moved away, leaving behind only a legacy of my humiliation.

7:05 AM

But now, as the clock blinks, I'm staring at my phone in disbelief. He's back. On the first day of junior year.

I groan and roll out of bed, swiping through notifications without really paying attention. Just another school year, I think. Another year of pretending that Doyoung didn't leave me with a mountain of self-esteem issues. I slap the alarm off, grab my phone, and head straight for the shower, trying to scrub off the anxiety that's built up overnight.

"You ready for this?" Mark's voice comes from the phone speaker as I get dressed. My best friend since forever, and the only person who knew how much Doyoung's bullying had affected me. I was pretty sure that the moment Mark saw him again, he'd throw something heavy at him. Or at least spill some coffee on his shoes.

"Ready as I'll ever be." I sigh sarcastically, pulling on my jacket.

Mark snorts. "You don't sound like it. Remember, you've survived worse. Like the time we thought your hair would stay green forever."

I can't help but laugh at that. He always knew how to distract me, even when everything felt like it was falling apart. "Yeah, yeah. Thanks for reminding me."

"Hey, don't worry about him. We'll be fine. If he looks at you funny, I'll make him regret it."

I smile, appreciating his loyalty, but my stomach still churns at the thought of seeing Doyoung. I hadn't thought about him for months, not really. But knowing he's back... I feel like I'm about to face a ghost I'd rather not see again.

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8:00 AM, Seoul High School. 

I step through the school gates, and the familiar sound of students chattering hits me like a wave. Everything looks the same, but today feels different. The first day of junior year is supposed to be full of excitement. Instead, it feels like the universe has decided to play a cruel joke on me.

And then I see him.

Doyoung. The guy who spent four years making my life miserable.

He's taller now, more put together. He walks with a certain confidence, and I hate it. He used to smirk when he saw me, throwing insults like they were nothing. But now... now he doesn't even glance in my direction.

What the hell?

Mark, always at my side, notices immediately. "Is it just me, or does he look like he walked out of a fashion magazine?" he whispers, eyes narrowed. "Since when does Kim Doyoung look like that?"

I don't answer, my mind reeling from the strange shift. He's ignoring me? After all those years of bullying, he's just going to act like I don't exist?

"Let's just get to class." I say through gritted teeth, trying not to let my frustration show. But it nags at me.

Later that night, after a long day of avoiding Doyoung, I lie in bed scrolling through my phone, trying to drown out the awkward encounters of the day. That's when something bizarre catches my eye.

Doyoung's old Snapchat account.

My breath catches as I click on it. I had completely forgotten about it, but there it was—his cringey middle school self captured in all its awkward glory.

Oh my god. This is golden.

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I start scrolling through the old photos we had in our chat. What I find is a treasure trove of embarrassing moments. Doyoung making faces with ridiculous filters.

I burst out laughing, sending a few of the best ones to Mark. He replies almost instantly.

___________⋆˚࿔ mart lee ( ͡•. ͡•.) ⋆˚࿔ ___________

mart lee: NO WAY

mart lee: this is him?!?!!?

me: yeah

 me: 7th-grade doyo in all his glory

The guy who used to terrorize me is now nothing but a collection of embarrassing selfies and cringey captions.

I'm about to screenshot another one when—

I freeze.

Did I just send the photo to the wrong person?

No. No, no, no, no.

My heart drops as I double-check. Sure enough, I've accidentally sent it to Doyoung himself on his more recent account.

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The next morning at school, I try to lay low. I don't know if Doyoung saw the message, but there's a pit in my stomach the size of a boulder. I walk into class, keeping my head down, hoping today will be better. Maybe he'll just pretend it never happened.

No such luck.

As soon as I sit down, I feel someone hovering over my desk. Slowly, I look up. It's Doyoung.

"I didn't know you still had my old Snapchat," he says, his voice surprisingly soft.

I don't know what to say. I feel like I'm about to sink through the floor. He looks embarrassed but... not mad? In fact, he's barely holding back a smile.

"Uh... yeah. Sorry about that." I mumble, feeling my face turn beet red.

Mark, sitting next to me, clearly finds the whole thing hilarious. "Oh, come on. You've got to admit, seventh-grade you was... something."

Doyoung finally cracks a grin, and I blink. This can't be the same guy who bullied me for years. What happened to him?

   

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