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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(Taehyung's POV)
A few hours later:
I stared at the pages of my English textbook, the words swimming before my eyes, mocking me with their impenetrability. Grammar rules, syntax, pronouns—none of it made any sense. Each line of text seemed to blur into the next, a maze of confusion and frustration. I had tried everything I could think of, but nothing stuck.
The room was too quiet, a stark contrast to the usual background noise of my games or the constant ping of my phone. Jin hyung's grounding meant I was cut off from my digital lifelines, and all I had left was my own spiraling thoughts.
Desperation clawed at my mind. I was failing English, grounded, and utterly lost. My hyungs were already disappointed in me, and I couldn't bear to add this failure to their list of grievances. Over and over, a single thought pounded in my brain:
Ask Y/N for help.
I groaned, burying my face in my hands. How could I possibly ask her for help? Just the thought made my pride ache. She was the last person I wanted to owe anything to. After all the mess with the sports day and Jin hyung's explosion, asking her for help felt like admitting defeat. But I was running out of options.
My brain launched into overdrive, conjuring up every possible scenario of how this could play out:
She'd Say No: I could see it so clearly—her standing there with that infuriatingly cute scowl, arms crossed, refusing me outright. "Why should I help you, Taehyung?" she'd say. "You've done nothing but make fun of me and cause trouble." My pride bristled at the thought. She'd turn on her heel and leave, and I'd be left to flounder alone.
She'd Laugh at Me: Worse still, she could laugh. I pictured her doubling over in fits of giggles, pointing at me and making a scene. "You? Needing help from me?" she'd cackle. It would be humiliating, a blow to my ego that I wasn't sure I could recover from.
She'd Retort and Say No: Perhaps she'd be sarcastic and cutting, throwing my own words back at me. "Oh, suddenly Mr. Perfect needs help? From me? How the tables have turned." Her eyes would flash with a mix of triumph and amusement, and I'd have no comeback. My cheeks burned at the imagined insult, feeling the sting even in the safety of my own room.
She'd Ask Why and Say No / Tell my hyungs: Maybe she'd be curious. "Why do you need help now?" she'd ask, her gaze skeptical. If I told her the truth—that I was failing, that my place on the school team was at risk—would she keep it to herself, declining? Or would she run straight to Jin hyung, tattling on me like the overgrown baby she is?
There was no scenario where she'd say yes, no way she'd agree to help me without some kind of catch. The very thought of asking her made my stomach churn. But the reality was sinking in—I had no other options. Jungkook and Jimin were clueless, Yoongi hyung couldn't care less about studying, and Namjoon hyung... well, he'd just be disappointed to know I was hiding this from him...and I can't even begin to fathom how Hobi or Jin hyung would react to this, especially since they were the ones sulking the most.
