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)
It took me a week to collect myself and find some semblance of composure. In that time, Taehyung didn't tease me or even try to annoy me at school. For once, I could sleep without the glaring intrusion of a flashlight into my room, and I could walk down the hallways without feeling his piercing gaze on my back. It felt... amazing, liberating even.
I threw myself into my studies and tried to regain a sense of normalcy. The absence of our tutoring sessions gave me more free time, which I used to catch up on my own schoolwork and indulge in a few books I'd been meaning to read. For a brief moment, it felt like I had my life back under control.
But the thoughts of Taehyung kept creeping back, unbidden and relentless. Every time I saw him across the school courtyard or caught a glimpse of his tousled hair in the cafeteria, a pang of something unidentifiable tugged at my heart. Was it guilt? Regret? Or something else entirely?
Despite the temporary peace, there was a lingering sense of something unresolved between us. I missed our sessions—not just because of the study aspect but because of the quiet moments we shared. The way he would scrunch his nose in concentration or the rare, genuine smile that would break through his usual mask of arrogance when he finally understood a concept.
I sighed, knowing that avoiding him forever wasn't a solution. The more I thought about it, the clearer it became that I needed to face him. We had unfinished business, and not just in terms of his English lessons.
Finally, after a week of avoidance and introspection, I decided to resume our tutoring sessions. The problem was, I didn't have his KakaoTalk ID. It was my own fault—I'd stubbornly refused to exchange contact information, thinking it would be safer to keep our interactions strictly in person. Now, that decision was biting me in the ass.
I paced around my room, trying to come up with a plan. How was I supposed to get his attention without making it seem like a big deal? I couldn't just walk up to him at school and ask. What if he rejected me or worse, thought I was desperate?
If was going to solve this, I needed to be proactive. But how?
An idea struck me suddenly, and I found myself smiling. It was risky, but it just might work. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, and began to write: Taehyung,
I think it's time we resume our tutoring sessions. Meet me at your window tonight at 8 PM.
- Y/N
I folded the note neatly and tucked it into my pocket. Now, I just had to figure out how to get it to him without making a scene.
Next day:
The next day at school, I waited until the hallways were relatively empty before slipping the note into Taehyung's locker. It felt like some cheesy, high school romance movie, but it was the best I could come up with on short notice. My heart pounded as I quickly scanned the area to make sure no one saw me. Satisfied that the coast was clear, I walked away, trying to appear casual.
