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)
We were dating. Dating?! The word echoed in my mind like a mantra. Every time I thought about it, my heart skipped a beat. Y/N and I—together. It was almost too surreal to believe. After everything we'd been through, the arguments, the teasing, the misunderstandings—how did we end up here?
I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, a wide grin plastered across my face. The events of the day replayed in my mind like a highlight reel. The confession, the way she looked at me, the tentative hope in her eyes, and the softness in her voice when she agreed to take things one step at a time. It was more than I had dared to hope for.
But then, reality crashed into my daydream. I shot up from my bed, my eyes widening in realization. Y/N had stolen my audio recorder. My audio recorder. The very one I had poured my heart into over the years, sharing my deepest thoughts, my embarrassing moments, my dreams, and fears. She had listened to all of it.
My heart raced for a different reason now. I felt my face heat up as I remembered some of the things I had recorded. There were entries about my first crush who had called me a mutated frog—a memory that still made me cringe. There were also my musings about love, my frustrations, my hopes, and the countless times I had mentioned Y/N, venting about how she drove me crazy and how I couldn't understand my own feelings.
"Oh god," I muttered, burying my face in my hands. She had heard everything.
A part of me wanted to crawl under my bed and never come out. The other part, the part that was still floating on cloud nine, felt a strange sense of relief. She knew everything—every silly, awkward, vulnerable part of me—and she still chose to be with me.
I rolled onto my side, clutching my pillow tightly, a goofy grin spreading across my face. Y/N liked me back. Despite all the teasing and bickering, she liked me. The thought made my heart flutter, and I couldn't help but squirm happily. I felt like a kid again, overwhelmed by the sheer joy of being liked by someone so special.
"Y/N," I whispered into my pillow, feeling the name on my lips. It felt right, like a promise of something wonderful yet to come.
I had spent so much time being frustrated by her, unable to understand the pull she had over me. Now, everything made sense. The way my heart raced around her, the irritation that melted into longing, the moments of vulnerability I found myself sharing with her. It all pointed to this—us.
Still, I couldn't ignore the fact that she had heard some of my most embarrassing moments. I groaned, remembering my younger self ranting about being called a mutated frog. I had to admit, it was kind of cute in retrospect, but knowing she had heard it made me want to hide.
But I couldn't hide forever. I needed to talk to her about it, to find out what she thought after hearing everything. And maybe, just maybe, we could laugh about it together.
