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• Bully : P-Goon •

The sound of your much dreaded alarm clock rang out into the room. It was a Monday morning in the cold season of winter, frost covering the window that overlooked the driveway, a couple inches of soft snow laying on the ground. Lazily, you dragged yourself out of bed and into the bathroom to get dressed and fix your hair to your liking, not taking a shower since one was taken the previous night. Unfortunately, the weekend had just ended, which meant it was time for another week of fear and anxiety.

Friends whom you grew up alongside with had turned their backs on you once freshman year of high school had started. They were always unnecessarily harsh. Hurtful words, pushing, pulling, knocking things out of your hands. And everything they did, they would post it on the internet. You couldn't stand up to them either as you were the only one on your side, and anyone who dared interfere would only be adding themselves to the list.

These people had broke your spirit over the years, this one marking the third you'd be fighting a lonely battle of one to the entire school. The worst one of them all was Jiho. He had no limits to how much he would hurt you.

And as if it couldn't get any worse, your father had taken his own life a month ago due to extreme depression that he refused to take pills for. Your mother started to heavily drink, and occupied herself with so much work. She had once told you that she couldn't stand being around someone who looks so much like their father, and that's the reason she keeps her distance.

Changing night clothes to a daytime attire, you threw on an oversized hoodie and a pair of jeans. Wiping away at the windowpane, you watched the snow gracefully fall from the clouds up above. Despite the nervousness of going back to school to start the week of torture you experienced daily all over again, you still managed to smile at how beautiful it was outside.

The roaring engine of the school bus could be heard from down the street, and you scurried to the kitchen, picking up your backpack and leaving the house. Timidly gripping the strap of your bag, you walked up the metal stairs on the bus, making a beeline for the backseat.

Sehyuk stuck his foot out, swiping it under yours. Fortunately, you caught yourself on the two seats in front. Everyone laughed, and you could only give a brittle smile and shrug it off before continuing to the very back, away from others.

Time Skip

Sehyuk's P.O.V.

I was talking with my group of friends about the party Saturday, walking towards our usual hangout in the lobby. "Look," Hyoyeon smiled, lightly smacking my arm and gesturing towards (y/n), who was sitting alone at a bench.

She looked at us with scared eyes as we approached even closer. Her (y/c/h) hair was up in a messy bun and (y/c/e) eyes avoiding mine. I actually never had a problem with (y/n). Honestly, she was very pretty and had a sweet personality. But with not wanting to end up in her place, I made the choice three years ago to play along with my friends' games.

"You're sitting in our spot," Jiho spoke. We've never sat at this bench or even any other bench before. "I'm sorry," she apologized. We took our seats on the bench, and she turned to walk away. "Oh, we're not done here," Sangdo called to her. She came back, fidgeting with her sleeves, looking at the ground. "What's up with the lack of eye contact? Did we do something wrong?" Jiho cooed, smiling.

(y/n) sighed, setting her sight on his. "So," he started, "I heard about your father's unexpected passing. I don't blame him though. If I had a daughter as worthless and a waste of space and money like you, I'd kill myself too." (y/n) bit her bottom lip, eyes becoming glossy with tears.

"Aw, are you gonna cry?" Sangdo pouted. "Do it. Cry! Cry! Cry!" he chanted until others soon joined in. They all laughed as she turned around, pushing through the crowd of onlookers. "That was a bit harsh, don't you think? The death of a loved one is no joke," I told them. "Why do you care? Do you like her now or something?" My eyebrows scrunched at his question. "N-no! Just...whatever. Forget about it."

Time Skip

I decided to skip math class and chill in the library, now walking down the empty hallway to find the bathrooms. Well...almost empty hallway. I noticed (y/n) making her way into the girl's restroom. Her eyes a rosy shade of red and puffy from what I could only assume to be crying.

Jiho and Sangdo followed behind her. "Sangdo, you block the bathroom," Jiho demanded. After he entered, I stood around the corner, listening carefully to what was going on as Jiho's voice echoed against the tile walls.

Jiho's P.O.V.

(y/n) looked like an abandoned puppy with her tail between her legs. Frightened and helpless. "You know, I really like your hoodie. Is it alright if I borrow it?" I asked, grasping the hem of it. (y/n) was shocked, jerking away from me. I didn't take this too kindly, and pushed her to the ground.

I held (y/n) down with my knee, removing her hoodie with force. She sat up, knees hugging chest to cover herself. "Don't worry, you don't have much to cover up anyways," I lied, smirking as I knew it would tear down her self confidence if she still even had any.

Your P.O.V.

You had never been so humiliated. The pain and anger was boiling inside, fixing to explode. "You know, maybe you should just do us all a favor, and kill yourself just like your father did," Jiho mumbled. That was it. "Why do you guys hate me so much? I've never done anything to you, and this is what I get in return? Fuck you!" you shouted, staring him dead in the eye.

He clenched his jaw, taking a step towards you. "What the fuck are you guys doing? Leave her alone," you heard Sehyuk yell, pushing past Sangdo. "What, are you guys dating now or something? I thought you hated her?" Sangdo grumbled. "Just go!" he shouted, forcefully pushing Jiho by the chest. "You're going to regret this, Sehyuk," Jiho said, him and Sangdo storming out of the bathroom.

Sehyuk's eyes caught yours. "What the hell do you want? Did you come here to embarrass me some more?" you questioned. Ignoring what you had just said to him, Sehyuk removed the jacket he had on. Expecting to be hit, you flinched as he threw it around your shoulders, zipping it up as he tried to not peek at your chest.

He sighed, looking like he was about to cry. "I'm so sorry, (y/n)." "An apology isn't going to work. You people have been making my life miserable for the past three years, and now you're all of a sudden sorry. Just go away," you sniffled. Sehyuk only sat there, head hung low, tears falling onto the floor. "Go away!" you said harshly.

But he did the complete opposite. His arms embraced your fragile body, being pulled into a tight hug. "No. It's my fault that I made the mistake of involving myself with their cruel games. I never hated you, (y/n).

I actually think you're a worthy, beautiful, lovely person, and I don't want to be the reason why you feel as if you can't be yourself or can't be happy. And you won't have to fight this battle alone anymore because I will stay by your side from now on, (y/n). No matter what. I promise."

You hadn't felt this feeling in a long time. It was like sunlight shining through the parted grey clouds to clear the darkness below. A breath of life being given after years of suffocating. A dying plant receiving that sensation of cold water seeping into its roots. You finally returned the hug, gripping his shirt in your small hands. "I...I," this was more difficult to say than you thought, but managed to get it out.

"I forgive you."

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