Bully in love: BTS fanfic

Chapter 1

She smirks down at the boy on the ground, her foot kicking him one last time. He grunts in pain at the strong kick to his face, his nose spewing blood onto the carpet of the back corner of the library. She watches in satisfaction as his red blood merges with the pure white color of the carpet, the stain spreading with every passing second.

She bends down slightly, her long hair hair barely touching the unfortunate boy's bruised face. The blue strands tickle his cheeks as she looks at her latest masterpiece, her smile growing at the sight of him suffering.

"So, do you still claim you're in love with me now?" she asks, her voice soft and taunting. She chuckles as he shakes his head no, tears threatening to spill out from between his partially closed eyelids.

"I thought so."

Ahn Hani, also know as just Hani, walks away from the guy who claimed that he was head over heels for her, scoffing in disgust. She doesn't understand why so many guys still confess to her. She beats up everyone that talks to her, so why do they keep approaching her? She has been going to this school for a little over two years now, having moved to Seoul her freshman year. She is now a junior, and known as the most brutal bully in the whole school.

She wasn't always like this. When she was younger, she was one of the most kind and caring little kids you would ever meet. Her smile lit up the room, her laugh infectious to all who heard it. Now her smile brings a chill to the air, a sinister meaning behind it at all times. Her laugh freezes you on the spot, the malice that emanates from it enough to make even the jocks quiver in fear. No one dares mess with her, afraid of what will happen if she gets pissed off. Her stunning looks and soft features contrast her cold personality and fierce temper greatly.

She struts out of the room in her heeled  combat boots, the chains hanging from the sides clanking together loudly. She scoffs at all of the red skirts and black blouses that the girls have to wear as part of their uniform, laughing at the losers that have to wear the butt ugly sweater vests as well. She never follows dress code, choosing to wear something that she finds flattering to her instead.

Her short black pleated skirt stops just short of her ass, the loose material flowing gracefully when she walks. The high waisted skirt has a tight white shirt tucked into it, the sleeves cut off. The leather jacket she usually wears is now hung casually over her arm, it too hot to wear at the moment. People rush to get out of her way when she passes by, their eyes wide with fear. This is normal for her. She's used to everyone fearing her. She likes it that way, feeds off of their fear.

The bell rings and everyone races to their classrooms. Even though they all run around in disordered chaos, no one dares to bump into Hani. She parts them like they  are the Red Sea, them going out of their way just to avoid her. She takes her time getting to class, not even flinching when the bell rings to indicate that anyone in the hallway is now considered late. She is almost never on time, preferring to make a dramatic entrance instead.

She reachers her math class, which she has for first period, and opens the door. The metal echoes throughout the hallway as she slams it against the wall, smirking in satisfaction when everyone's eyes flicker to her form. The teacher sighs, already used to Hani's delinquent behavior. She knows that discipline won't fix her, so she just gave up trying.

Hani looks around, taking her time to get to her seat. Everyone keeps their eyes on the ground as she passes, too afraid that she will do something to hurt them if they look her in the eye.

"Miss Hani, do you happen to know where Kia is?"

Hani looks at her teacher, still walking backwards, her smirk widening at the mention of her punching bag from this morning. Her smirk says it all, the teacher and students knowing exactly what happened to the poor boy. His friend Sehun shakes his head and lowers it to the table, upset that he hadn't been able to stop his foolish friend from confessing.

"Oh, he's in the library."

The teacher sighs, motioning with her head to a girl sitting in the front of the classroom. She rushes out, no doubt going to the library to help him to the infirmary.

Hani turns around and faces her seat just to see seven new faces peering up inquisitively at her. They are all handsome, no doubt about that. But that isn't what caught her attention. One of them, the young-looking guy with the mushroom cut, is sitting in her seat. Her smirk falls from her face as a scowl replaces it, her eyes turning hard and cold as she glares at the wide-eyed boy.

"You're in my seat" she snaps, frightening the boy even further. He looks at his friends for help, but they are too shocked to even say anything at the moment.

"I-I'm sorry. I d-didn't know" he stutters nervously, her cold demeanor causing him to lose any confidence he might have had. He slowly stands up, moving out of the way, and sits down in an empty seat behind the one he was situated in. His friends stare at the new girl sitting next to them, their mouths wide in shock and slight disappointment. All of them find her at least a little bit attractive, but her foul personality deters them.

Hani tilts her head to the side, her hair falling onto one shoulder as she looks to the side. She locks eyes with the guy sitting right next to her, glaring at him with a heated gaze hot enough to make him start to sweat.

"What are you looking at?" she growls, her head resting on her hand lazily. He blushes, turning away to look at the front. She smirks. Looks like she has some new toys.