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)
Kiyoung came back from boxing with Jungkook, smelling just as bad as he looked. Well, maybe not entirely. He was pretty good-looking and charming, but as his sister, I'd never admit that. To me, he was still the same guy who snored louder than a freight train and hogged the bathroom every morning. In fact, he looked like a mutated frog. Damn, that was actually a good insult. Maybe that girl from the orphanage, who gave Taehyung that "nickname", was onto something after all.
As he dropped his gym bag by the door and kicked off his sneakers, I asked, "When did you and Jungkook become friends?"
"Oh, we met up at the gym and just clicked. He likes video games, he likes cooking, he likes boxing," Kiyoung shrugged. "He's a good guy."
"So are the rest of them," I murmured, thinking about Taehyung and the evening we'd just shared.
"Yeah, except Taehyung," Kiyoung said, his voice turning cold. "After what he did to you during sports day? And just his vibe and attitude towards you? I hate him."
My stomach dropped. The pizza from earlier threatened to make a reappearance as nervousness churned within me. If this had been before, I'd have been overjoyed to hear Kiyoung's protective stance. But now? Now, I wanted him to like Taehyung. To see the side of him that I'd come to know. The side that made me feel safe and cherished.
"No... Taehyung and I made up. He isn't so bad," I shrugged, trying to sound casual. Come on, Y/N, act. Play the part. Hide the truth.
"Made up my ass," Kiyoung retorted sharply. "I'm not gonna forgive the guy after he fucked up my sister's face and made her pass out and faint on a cemented road."
The way he said it, so raw and aggressive, made my chest tighten. I hated when Kiyoung was angry at other people. Towards me? Fine, I could deal with it. But towards others? It felt hostile and uncomfortably raw.
"He's a nice guy," I argued weakly.
"Oh, and why do you think that? You like him or something?" Kiyoung sneered, his eyes narrowing.
His words hit me like a punch to the gut. Like. Love. Words I'd always detested for their complexity and vulnerability. But I couldn't deny it. Not to myself. I couldn't muster up a retort. I stood there, speechless.
Me, the girl who always had something to say, who could argue her way out of anything, was suddenly at a loss for words. Kiyoung noticed the change in my demeanor.
"What?" he questioned, his tone shifting from aggressive to concerned. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," I murmured, turning away from him. I couldn't meet his eyes, couldn't let him see the turmoil inside me.
"Wait... you look pale," he said, stumbling over the rug as he tried to follow me.
"It's fine. I just want to go to my room. I don't feel well," I grumbled, moving towards the stairs, each step feeling like it took an eternity.
