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)
Jealousy burned hot and fierce within me as I watched Y/N and Jimin together in his room. The way she smiled at him, the way she seemed engaged in their conversation — it tore at me in ways I couldn't fully comprehend. I wanted to be the one sitting across from her, sharing those moments, making her smile like that.
But I couldn't control my reaction. I let my emotions get the best of me, and I dragged her away, forcefully. It was wrong of me, and I knew it. She had every right to be friends with whoever she wanted, to confide in whoever she chose. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling of possessiveness that gripped my heart.
"Why couldn't she confide in me?" I questioned myself silently as I paced in my room. The truth was stark — our relationship, if it could even be called that, was strained and fraught with tension. It wasn't built on trust or friendship; it was purely transactional and convenient.
The realization stung. I had pushed her away just as much as she had pushed me. Maybe even more so. I wanted her to trust me, to see me as more than just someone who annoyed her. But how could she, when I constantly antagonized her, invaded her space, and made her life more difficult?
"Damn it," I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair in frustration. The truth was, I didn't like seeing her with Jimin because it reminded me of how distant we were. It reminded me of how much I wanted her to see me differently, to see beyond the facade I put up.
As I paced in my room, replaying the scene with Y/N and Jimin over and over in my mind, I couldn't shake the tumultuous emotions swirling within me. Jealousy had gripped me tightly, but beneath it lay a deeper, more unsettling truth.
"Why do I want her to see me differently?" I muttered to myself, trying to dissect the knot of feelings in my chest. The answer hovered at the edge of my awareness, elusive yet insistent. Did I want her to see me as more than a nuisance? More than someone who constantly tested her patience?
Jungkook's words echoed in my mind like an ominous prophecy. "Hyung, you're in love." The thought was startling, almost laughable at first. Me, in love? With Y/N? The idea seemed absurd, impossible even. But as I delved deeper into my memories, into the moments we shared, a different truth began to emerge.
I remembered the times she patiently tutored me, her voice soft and encouraging as she explained complex concepts. The accidental touches that sent sparks through me, like when our foreheads briefly touched while leaning over a textbook. The surprising tenderness I felt when I placed my hand over her mouth to silence her, my fingers brushing against her lips.
In those fleeting moments, something shifted within me. It wasn't just admiration or respect anymore. It was a warmth that spread through my chest whenever she smiled at me, a pang of longing when she looked away.
"I do like her," I admitted quietly to the empty room, the weight of realization settling over me like a heavy blanket. "No, I love her."
The words hung in the air, both terrifying and liberating. Love was a powerful force, one that could bring joy and pain in equal measure.
