Bully for Love
Seon Y/N never meant to laugh at Kim Taehyung in class, but one small slip-up turned into a rivalry that shook her entire school life. Ever since that day, they've been sworn enemies, their every encounter a battlefield of sharp words...
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(Y/N's POV)
Hi, my name is Seon Y/N. I'm eighteen years old, and in my final year at Seungri High School. It's the last stretch of this particular circle of hell, and soon, I'll be able to escape to college and finally find some semblance of peace. It's not that I despise studying; it's more of a necessary evil, much like eating a meal that doesn't quite tantalize the taste buds but is consumed out of obligation. My mother's persistent reminders of her hours in the kitchen preparing our food make skipping a meal almost impossible.
But enough about food. Let me tell you about my best friend, Mi Hi. She's everything I'm not—pretty, cute, and perpetually energetic. She even dances in her seat in class, her little wiggles drawing both smiles and exasperated sighs from our teachers. We are the epitome of opposites. From personality to hobbies to our taste in guys, we couldn't be more different. She's the sunshine to my storm cloud, the bubbly to my brooding. And yes, you guessed it, I'm the grumpy one in this unlikely duo.
Life as the resident grump is a role I've settled into comfortably. I'm either annoyed, sarcastic, or veiled in a thick layer of indifference. My face, a perpetual mask of mild irritation, has become a subject of concern for my classmates. They approach me with furrowed brows, asking if I'm alright, but this is just who I am. I thrive in solitude, finding solace in the quiet that others find unnerving. It's no wonder I only have one friend.
Then there's my younger brother, who is just a year behind me in school. The phrase "pain in the ass" was practically coined for him. His overprotectiveness borders on the absurd, a characteristic that clashes violently with my desire for autonomy. His antics have earned me countless scoldings, and our grandparents, staunch followers of traditional Asian family values, only add fuel to the fire with their blatant favoritism towards him. My life is a never-ending cycle of misplaced blame and unmet expectations, making each day a battle against exhaustion and resentment.
Living is exhausting. I know how that sounds, and yes, I do feel the weight of depression pressing down on me. My existence is a series of responsibilities and reprimands, each one heavier than the last. My grandparents, the supposed figures of unconditional love and indulgence, have always favored my brother. Their adoration, steeped in patriarchal norms, has left me feeling perpetually overshadowed.
Add to this mix a collection of fake friends, an overbearing sibling, a father who has no concept of personal space, and a mother who is drowning in her own workload, and you get me—Y/N Seon. A girl who wants nothing more than to be left alone but finds herself surrounded by the chaos of everyday life. And within this chaos lie my classmates, a group I could easily label as idiots. God, how I loathe them.
Yet, among these idiots, one figure stands out—Kim fucking Taehyung. On his first day, he was all shy and endearing, a demeanor that made the entire school, myself included, take notice. It's infuriating to admit it, but he is undeniably attractive. His features are striking and almost sculptural, with an intriguing contrast between his monolid and double eyelid. His smile, rare and reserved for his closest friends, Jimin and Jungkook, has an annoyingly charming quality to it.
