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 perspective)
The cafeteria was abuzz with the usual lunchtime chatter. Jungkook, Jimin, and I were huddled around a table, discussing the latest video games and debating the merits of various protein shakes, when I noticed Lee Chaeyoung approaching. She had this practiced smile on her face, but something about the way she moved, her body language—it didn't sit right with me.
"Hey Taehyung," she said, her voice sweet but with an undertone of something I couldn't quite place. "Can we talk?"
I glanced at Jimin and Jungkook, who both shot me skeptical looks. "Sure?" I said, grabbing my muffin and walking towards the back exit of the cafeteria. Chaeyoung trailed behind me, her heels clicking on the tiled floor.
We ended up in a secluded corner of the school garden, a place where the sound of the bustling cafeteria faded into a distant hum. It was supposed to be a peaceful spot, but today it felt like a stage for something uncomfortable. Chaeyoung turned to face me, her expression set in a tight, forced smile.
"I wanted to show you something," she said, holding up a folder. Her hand shook slightly as she opened it, revealing several photographs. My heart sank as I looked at the images. They were candid shots of me and Y/N from our museum date. There was one of us on the bus, Y/N's head resting on my shoulder, both of us smiling contentedly. The others were more innocent but still intimate moments, capturing the essence of what had been a beautiful day.
My stomach twisted into knots. These photos were not malicious by themselves, but the way they were being used was. Chaeyoung's eyes were hard, her smile now a smirk.
"So," she began, her tone taking on a menacing edge, "what do you think of these?"
I swallowed, my throat dry. "What do you want, Chaeyoung?"
Her eyes narrowed. "I want you to break up with Y/N."
My heart skipped a beat, my breath catching in my throat. "What?" I managed to croak out.
"If you don't," Chaeyoung continued, her voice cold and calculated, "I'll take these photos to the principal. You know how influential my father is on the school board. Trust me, the school will comply with whatever I want. And you and Y/N? Your lives will be turned upside down."
I felt a wave of nausea hit me. The thought of breaking up with Y/N was unthinkable. It wasn't just about the relationship; it was about her—her trust, her heart. I had come to care for her deeply, and the idea of causing her pain was unbearable. The photographs were just a means to an end for Chaeyoung, a tool to manipulate me into doing what she wanted.
"But why me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Why are you doing this?"
Chaeyoung shrugged, her expression unreadable. "I've had my eye on you for a while. And seeing you with Y/N just... it didn't sit right with me. I want you, Taehyung. And if you won't be mine, then I'll make sure you're nobody's."
