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)
Sports Day was the worst, and because of it, I was still injured. My nose was still bandaged, and the doctor said I hadn't broken it—well, almost didn't break it, but there was a crack. The bleeding had mostly stopped, but every now and then, I'd feel the trickle of warm blood reminding me of that humiliating fall.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, touching the bandage gingerly. My face was a patchwork of bruises and scabs, a testament to the rough tumble I took on the track. It was like a war zone on my face, each mark a reminder of how much I hated being the center of attention.
Taehyung's antics had to stop. I couldn't keep dealing with his relentless harassment. This was the final straw. I had to get that audio recorder now. It was my only chance to put an end to his torment. If I didn't, who knows what he'd do next? Maybe he'd actually kill me, or at least make my life so unbearable that I wished he had.
I glanced out my window at Taehyung's house. The light was on in his room, the curtains partially drawn. I couldn't see him, but I knew he was there, probably plotting his next move or finding new ways to annoy me. The thought made me grit my teeth in frustration.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what I had to do.
That day, I had set the wheels of doubt in motion within Taehyung's inner circle. I had to be strategic, subtle, and just a little bit sneaky to get what I wanted: the audio recorder hidden somewhere in his room. The very thought of it was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. It was the key to ending this feud, the ace up my sleeve that would finally turn the tide in my favor. But to get it, I had to find a way into his room.
I sat at my desk, planning my next move, when an unfamiliar, annoying beam of light danced across my wall. It came from my window, and there was only one person who would be doing something this childish. I sighed, already knowing it was Taehyung before I even looked.
Sure enough, there he was, grinning like a Cheshire cat, his flashlight aimed directly at my window. I hesitated, contemplating ignoring him, but curiosity got the better of me. I walked closer and peered out to see what he wanted this time.
Taehyung opened his window, gesturing for me to do the same. I hesitated for a moment, considering whether it was worth the effort, then reluctantly pushed the glass pane up.
"What?" I grumbled, not in the mood for whatever game he was playing.
"I hate you, Y/N," he spat out, his voice laced with frustration.
"I hate you more, Taehyung," I snapped back, matching his tone with my own irritation. This was our usual dance, a routine of mutual disdain.
"Because of you, Jin hyung took away my video games for a month!" he scoffed, glaring at me as if I was solely to blame for his predicament.
I couldn't help but smirk at that. "Sounds like a you problem. And honestly, it's deserved," I retorted, feeling a small sense of triumph. Taehyung having his privileges revoked was a rare victory in my book.
