Bully in love: BTS fanfic

Chapter 7

It's been two weeks since Yoongi and Hani slept with each other. Yoongi and his friends had gone back to the way they usually were, trying to put what happened behind them. They were all still a little bit on edge though. They were still shaken by Yoongi's outburst, and had started to notice a few changes going on with their friend. Yoongi has been colder than he usually is, yelling at random people for not even doing anything. He is distant and moody, bossing people around when there was no need for him to do so.

Hani has also been acting differently. She is still the mean and overly-confident girl she has always been, but something has definitely changed. She usually beats anyone up that dares to even look to her, but not Yoongi. She hesitates before answering him whenever he talks back to her, never laying a finger on him. She just bites her lip and smirks as they bicker back and forth.

People have been noticing as well. Regular students at the school watch them as they seemingly flirt with each other, gossiping about it later. Is Hani changing? Is Yoongi changing? What happened between them for them to be like this? They don't bother asking Hani about what happened, too afraid of the possibility of her making them her personal punching bag, but they won't leave Yoongi alone.

Yoongi is walking down the hallway with Hoseok and Jimin when they confront him. Yoongi sighs, already knowing what they want to know. They had asked him exactly seven times today why he and Hani got along so well, and he had ignored them all every single time. His anger is getting the best of him now though, and his two friends that are with him can tell. They are worried about their friend, noticing the change that has happened to him even more than the students have. They have noticed how he is a lot meaner than he used to be, and they don't like it.

"Yoongi-ssi, please tell us why Hani is so much nicer to you than the rest of us."

"Jebal! We just want to know."

"Yeah, come on dude. Just tell us."

"What did you do to make her like you?"

Hani walks down the hallway, her short skirt flowing in the breeze coming from the open windows on either side of her. Yoongi hates that she doesn't get pestered at all. Why should he be the only one being annoyed and ridiculed all day long? He doesn't know why, but he wants her to suffer. He wants her to be gossiped about as well. He doesn't know that that already happens. He doesn't know that she is judged even more so than he is. But then again, how could he? Yoongi glares at Hani as she passes, watching her as she falters in her walk to the bathroom. She's surprised at Yoongi, not used to people looking at her like that. She stops a little ways behind him and Yoongi smirks, knowing exactly what he is going to do.

"You want to know why Hani is so nice to me?" He asks, not breaking eye contact with her. He can see his classmates nod from the corner of his eye, interested in what he has to say.

"It's because I fucked her."

Hani freezes, as does everyone else in the hall. She had specifically told him not to tell anyone. She hadn't wanted anyone to know about the two of them. Everyone turns to stare at her in shock as she stocks forward and grabs his wrist. He doesn't do anything to fight her as she drags him down the hallway, his smirk seemingly carved onto his face. Once they get out of the sight of everyone she stops, pushing Yoongi up against a wall.

"What the fuck Yoongi?" She yells in frustration, grabbing him by his shirt. He simply laughs, not doing anything to stop her from hurting him. He finds this side of her incredibly hot, which is not the reaction Hani wants right now.

"What babe? I was only telling them the truth."

She scoffs, slamming him harder into the wall. He groans in pain, the sound immediately turning into an amused chuckle as she glares at him fiercely.

"I'm not your babe" she sneers, her lips curling in distaste. He smirks, bringing his face closer to hers. Her breath quickens as his lips brush against hers, leaving a tingling sensation behind. She gasps as his hands pull her closer to him by the hem of her skirt, their bodies flush against each other.

"Not yet. But I can change that."

His voice is low and husky as he whispers in her ears, his warm breath causing goosebumps to form on her arms. She moans into his mouth as he kisses her, the familiarity of his mouth on hers causing sparks to fly around in her brain. She missed his touch. Missed the feeling of his lips against hers. His fingers tangle in her hair as she parts her lips, allowing his tongue to explore the inside of her mouth. Her fingers brush against his stomach underneath his shirt, her touch light and feathery.

She suddenly pulls away, gasping for air. She shouldn't be doing this. The only reason she had been refraining from kissing him before was because that just wasn't how she did things. She never got involved with anyone at school. She kept her distance, never getting attached. She always went for bad boys, afraid that their friends would be problematic for her if he wasn't one.

"What's wrong baby?" He asks, reaching out to grab her hips again. She resists his touch, even though her body obviously wants him.

"I try not to get involved with good boys" she says shakily, still trying to erase the thought of his lips on hers from her mind. He smirks before forcefully pulling her towards him, his breath tickling the back of her neck.

"Don't worry. I'm anything but good."