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)
Taehyung was finally ungrounded, a word that felt weirdly made up, but there it was. He had his privileges back—his phone, his video games, his freedom—and he made sure everyone knew it. The worst part? He was twice as annoying now that he was liberated, but there was also something softer about him. It was like dealing with two different people: one moment, he was the obnoxious, smirking pest who delighted in pushing my buttons; the next, he was unexpectedly kind, his teasing less sharp, his smile more genuine.
It was driving me insane.
With midterms looming, Taehyung had started taking our English study sessions more seriously. His progress was undeniable, and while I hated to admit it, I was a decent tutor. He was picking up grammar rules and expanding his vocabulary, slowly chipping away at the gap between him and passing grades.
But I wasn't helping him out of the goodness of my heart. Sure, the perks of no blaring music at night and the disappearance of those awful rumors about me at school were nice. Blending into the background, unnoticed by my classmates, was a relief. But those were just convenient side effects. They weren't the real reason I agreed to tutor Taehyung.
The real reason made me feel like the villain in a Disney movie or an anime—plotting my master plan with a nefarious grin. The truth was, I needed an excuse to get into Taehyung's room, and tutoring was the perfect cover.
Why? Because somewhere in that cluttered space, buried under his stuff, was his audio recorder. I'd overheard enough about his obsessive recordings to know it contained snippets of his thoughts, perhaps even incriminating ones. If I could get my hands on it, I could expose him, ruin him, and finally get my revenge.
Except, I wasn't sure I wanted to anymore. Every time I steeled myself to follow through, something in me hesitated. This 50/50 game of hating him and crushing on him was making my mind a jumbled mess. One moment, I was hell-bent on destroying him; the next, I found myself enjoying his company, laughing at his jokes, and admiring the way he earnestly tackled his English lessons.
It was a very weird feeling, and considering this was my first crush, it was overwhelming. My family had always dismissed my emotions, taught me to suppress them, to be logical and cold. Now, confronted with these intense, confusing feelings, I didn't know how to handle them. I was a mess. A hot mess.
But I had to stick to the plan. I needed to get into his room and retrieve that recorder. The problem was finding a plausible reason to be there. If I said my room was too messy, he'd just shrug it off with a "Doesn't matter" and waltz in anyway, treating my space like it was his own.
No, I needed a better excuse. Something that wouldn't arouse suspicion.
The plan had to be perfect. I'd already established the idea of studying in Taehyung's room, but that alone wasn't enough. I needed a foolproof excuse to make it our regular spot, giving me more opportunities to find his audio recorder. It had to be something believable, something Taehyung wouldn't question.
