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)
The dreaded day had finally arrived: Midterms. They loomed over us like dark clouds threatening a storm. My heart pounded like a drum in my chest, each beat a countdown to what I was certain would be my academic demise.
Math. Just the thought of it made my stomach churn, a familiar and unwelcome sensation. I had a bit of a reputation for getting severely upset stomachs whenever I was tense or anxious, and today was no different. The pit in my stomach felt like it was turning into a bottomless abyss.
As I walked into the exam hall, my eyes scanned the rows of desks, each one a tiny island where a student would be stranded for the next few hours. According to the seating plan, my desk was smack dab in the middle of the room. Great. No easy escape routes.
I dropped into my seat, my hands trembling slightly as I smoothed out the exam paper in front of me. Breathe, Y/N, just breathe, I told myself. But my mind was racing with thoughts of logarithms, calculus, and quadratic equations all blending into an incoherent jumble.
Looking around, I spotted Taehyung across the room. He caught my eye and gave me a reassuring nod, mouthing, "You got this." Normally, his words might have been a balm to my frazzled nerves, but not today. Today, I was convinced I was doomed.
Taehyung and I had our own academic demons to face. While I grappled with the terror of math, Taehyung's Achilles' heel was English. We each had our subjects that made us feel like we were scaling a mountain with no peak in sight. Today's summit was math for me.
I wasn't just nervous; I was downright terrified. My parents had always pushed me towards science. My father, in particular, believed that a solid foundation in mathematics was crucial for my future aspirations in tech. It was logical, it was smart, but it did nothing to ease my fear or my gut. Mi Hi, on the other hand, had been coerced into science by the expectations of her parents. Not that she minded too much, but it wasn't like she had a burning passion for it.
The exam began, and I dove into the questions. The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. My pen scratched the paper as I worked through each problem with painstaking effort, my brain a whirl of formulas and functions. The more I worked, the more hopeless it seemed. Each time I looked at a question, my stomach knotted tighter, and I had to force myself to keep going, to not give in to the rising tide of panic.
Finally, the torture ended. I handed in my paper and stumbled out of the hall, feeling like a vampire had drained all my blood and replaced it with bleach. My face was probably as pale as a ghost, and I felt hollow, as if all my energy had been sucked out. I wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything to release the pent-up tension, but all I could manage was a weak, defeated sigh.
I dragged myself to the courtyard where Taehyung and Mi Hi were waiting. They looked up as I approached, and Taehyung's face fell when he saw me. "You okay?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.
