Title : The Bully (2)
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The classroom was eerily quiet as the day came to an end, and you were still at your desk, scribbling notes absentmindedly. The others had left, their laughter and chatter fading down the hall, leaving you in peaceful solitude.
Suddenly, the door swung open with a loud thud, making you jump. Jeonghan stood there, his face clouded with anger. His sharp gaze landed on you, and you froze. He looked mad—no, furious—and you couldn’t figure out why.
“Loser,” he spat, his voice colder than usual as he strode into the room. You instinctively shrank into your seat, gripping your notebook tightly.
Before you could ask what was wrong, he yanked your bag off your desk and dumped it unceremoniously on the floor. The contents spilled out—books, pens, and your neatly folded lunchbox scattering across the floor.
“Oops,” he said mockingly, though his tone carried a bite. “Guess I wasn’t careful enough.”
You stared at the mess, your chest tightening as humiliation washed over you. What had you done this time?
When you stayed silent, too afraid to speak, Jeonghan stepped closer. “What? Not even going to defend yourself, Miss Perfect?” he sneered, towering over you. “Or are you too busy cozying up to Joshua these days?”
Your eyes widened in shock. Was this about Joshua? You opened your mouth to respond, but the words got stuck in your throat.
Jeonghan smirked at your silence. “Thought so. Do you think he actually cares about you? Or are you just his little charity project?”
His words hit hard, sharper than usual, and tears pricked the corners of your eyes. He wasn’t just being cruel—this felt personal, like he was lashing out for reasons even he didn’t understand.
When you bent down to gather your things, Jeonghan kicked one of your books across the room. “Don’t bother. You like doing my work, right? Maybe you can start cleaning the whole classroom too,” he said, his voice laced with bitterness.
As you knelt to pick up your scattered belongings, Jeonghan crossed his arms, leaning casually against the desk as a cruel smirk tugged at his lips. He wanted to push you away, wanted to punish you for stirring these confusing feelings inside him, but the sight of you so small and vulnerable on the floor only made him feel worse.
“So, how long has it been, huh? You and Joshua,” he began, his tone dripping with mockery. “What, are you hoping he’ll sweep you off your feet? Poor, little loser thinking the nice guy might actually care about her?”
You froze, clutching your notebook tightly. “It’s... it’s not like that,” you murmured, your voice trembling.
He laughed coldly, the sound echoing in the empty classroom. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re not hoping for it. Bet you sit around dreaming about it, don’t you? Him saving you from the big, bad Jeonghan.”
Your face burned with humiliation, and you shook your head, refusing to meet his gaze.
“Or maybe…” Jeonghan’s voice dropped lower, the words cutting like knives. “Maybe you’re already trying to repay him, huh? What’s the deal? You get close to him, and he helps you out when you cry about how mean I am?”
