Because of Love | Yoon Bum x reader |

Because of Love

Warning: Cursing | Slight violence | Slight nudity | *SPOILERS* If you HAVEN'T read chapter 19 then don't read this story. | You have been warned. | Read at your own risk.

~In Yoon Bum's P.O.V~

I met my one and only best friend while I was in college. Her name's (y/n) (l/n).


"Now, does everyone have a performance evaluation?" Our teacher asked. "If you have any questions, ask now. If you ask me to change the assessment, I'm not listening~" He added. "Now, let's—"

"The paper matter... t-teacher... I don't have one." I explained shyly after weakly raising my pale hand. Everyone in the classroom turned to look at me.

"Then you should have said so sooner. Well, it can't be helped. Ask your seat partner—" The teacher was soon interrupted by someone opening the door roughly.

"I'm so sorry I'm late..."

Everyone included me, turned our attention to the (h/c) girl who was trying to regain her breath, standing by the classroom door. Her cheeks were flushed and I could see a drop of sweat rolling down her forehead. It seemed like she had been running before coming into the room.

"Miss (l/n), why are you late on your second week at this school?" The teacher frowned at her.

'Her name's (y/n), right? She transferred to our school last week. Everyone talks about her. The guys like her because of how pretty she is, while some girls complain about her because she's getting all the attention from the boys... In spite of that, I think she must have many friends because... she seems friendly...'

"The bus I was in crashed against a car twenty blocks away from here. Fortunately, no one got hurt but I had to run all the way here to get in time. I really am sorry, professor." (y/n) apologised after regaining her breath.

"Oh, well. You can seat beside..." He scanned the room with his eyes, looking for an empty seat. "...Yoon Bum."

'He didn't even ask her if she was okay...' I kept looking her way.

"Here take your assessment." She looked at me and frowned after taking the paper.

'I guess, she doesn't like me either.' I looked down at my desk and sighed.

"Professor, could you give me another assessment?" I heard her ask.

"No. I'm not changing your assessment. Now, sit."

"I don't want to change it. Yoon Bum doesn't have one." I looked up; the teacher was staring at her in disbelief.

"Can't you share it?" Her eyebrows frown in discontent. She turned so that her back was facing us and said something to him that I wasn't able to hear. Whatever she said must have shocked him because his eyes widen and he was sweatdropping.

"P-please give Yoon Bum his assessment."

'Did he just stutter?'

"Why of course, professor. I was sure you'd understand." She gave him a grim smile of satisfaction.

(y/n), then, sat beside me and turned to face me.

"Hi." She whispered while smiling. I smiled faintly in return. "Here, take it." She handed me the paper.

"Thank you," I whispered timidly after grabbing it.

"Anytime," She gave me a dazzling smile making my cheeks turn pink.

'She smells nice.'

When the bell that rang signalling the class was over, she stood up.

"Hey, I'm going to the cafeteria. Do you want anything?" She smiled at me again.

"N-no. Thank you." I replied nervously.

'Why does she make me feel so nervous?'

"Okay. I'll be right back." After she left, a brunette girl walked towards me.

'Her name is Maya Kyoung, I think...'

The next period passed by rather quickly; (y/n) and I took notes silently. And when the bell rang again, she said she was going for a walk before the last period started. She asked me to join her but I refused; she seemed disappointed. I closed my eyes and sighed.

'She seems like a nice girl but I just like being by myself.' When I opened my eyes I saw the brunette girl approaching me.

'Everyday... Every single day... she's been appearing before my eyes countlessly... It seems like she wants to say something. And just like before she's here again. Without a single word passing through her lips. That scared me...She makes me feel uneasy,' I thought, looking down.

"Hey, how come you are always alone every day?" She asked me.

"Huh?" I looked at her.

"You don't have a group partner or friends? Are you a loner?" I looked down to my feet before replying.

"That... I... I have friends but I just like being alone."

It was the first time anyone tried to make a conversation with me. And little by little... we became closer. Something similar happened with (y/n) and I. After a few weeks, we became really close. She stayed with Maya and I during the breaks and the two of us walked home together after school was over. I found out that I was the first friend she made since she transferred to this school. And without me realising it, she became my best friend.



"How much do you weight?" Maya asked me one day during the break.

"My weight?" I asked astonished.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about going on a diet and the stress is unbelievable." As usual, (y/n) was staring at her closely as if she didn't trust Maya.

"I don't know..." I replied.

"Oh, man. You don't know either?" She laughed. Then, she circled my left wrist with her fingers. I felt (y/n) tensing up beside me. "Your wrist is super skinny. I'm jealous. Are you living off of morning dew?" She asked rhetorically.

"Let me see..." (y/n) said before taking my wrist in her hands. "Our wrists are similar," She smiled to herself. Suddenly, Maya pulled the collar of my school uniform and peeked under my clothes startling me and (y/n).

"Maya, what the hell are you doing?" (y/n) raised her voice and frowned at her.

"W-what are you doing?" I asked flustered.

"It was only your chest. Why is a guy like you getting flustered?" She awkwardly smiled.

"Still, you shouldn't do that." (y/n) reprimanded her. Maya rolled her eyes before looking at me.

"Here, do you want me to show you my chest as an apology?" She pulled the collar of her shirt.

"Maya!" (y/n)'s frown deepened.

"What?" Maya shrugged.

"N-no...it's fine!" I raised my hands up trying to stop her.

Maya had taken a step towards me and extended her hand. I could never forget that moment.


After that awkward moment, three of us continued our conversation as if nothing had happened. That is until I looked down at Maya's hand; the left sleeve of her shirt was slightly pulled backwards so I was able to see the bruises on her wrist.

"What happened to your wrist, Maya?" (y/n) asked her.

'She must have seen them too.'

"It looks really painful..." I added. Maya tried to cover her wrist with her right hand.

"Ah... I'm fine, I'm fine." There was something off about her.

"Your neck is bruised as well." She also tried to cover it. "Are you sure you are okay?" I asked.

"I am! And I already told you I'm fine. I don't like repeating myself twice!" She yelled at us while standing up from her seat in front of me. "I'm absolutely okay!"

"Ah!" Was all that came through my lips. After that, she left and didn't talk to me until the following day at lunch break.


"Hey, Yoon Bum," Maya called me while I was having lunch with (y/n).

"Follow me," She had a band-aid on her right cheek. After apologising to my best friend, I followed Maya to the jailor's room.

Maya cornered me against the wall. She stared at the floor for a while before sighing. Then, she proceeded to unbutton her shirt making me very flustered.

"Wait! Why are you suddenly..." The words were caught in my throat when I saw her chest. I saw a lot of bruises on her body.

"Why are you acting surprised? Even though we're the same." She said before lifting my shirt revealing the bruises on my chest. "Even though I took a peek before, this is really too much..." I simply looked at her. "This is because of your uncle, right?" I looked to the side. Maya and (y/n) knew I was living with my uncle because I told them before. "Heh...really, what should we do? What's good enough?" She asked before telling me that her father started raping her and beat her afterwards when he's finished.

She believed there was no way out, that there was no logical solution for this. She suffered through all that while gritting her teeth because she had no one to talk to and no one that could help. Even though we were in the same position, I felt sorry for her. At least, I had (y/n) to talk to and I told her everything about my uncle.

After that, I started to find myself liking Maya... When did that feeling start? Was it when the bruises and scratches on her arm started to fade? And she didn't bother to hide them. The rush of anxiety waved me in. I realised we were the same, among numerous people in this classroom, we were the only ones connected by this pain. (y/n) was a good friend to me; she was always there for me but she hadn't suffered what we did so she didn't understand. I had to admit that she tried... She tried really hard to convince me to go to the police but I wasn't strong enough to do so...

One day, I was with Maya inside a store and she found something that she liked so I told her that I could buy it for her. She looked at me strangely and asked me, "Why would you buy this for me?" Honestly, I thought she would be happy to hear what I said.
I told her that it was because it was something I could buy for her. She only hummed. So I added, "Because we are dating..." I will never forget the way her eyes widen in shock.

Ever since then, she started to avoid me and completely ignored me. It was tiring for me but it still made me curious about her to the point of becoming crazy. "Why was she like that? Did I do something wrong to upset her?" I asked myself every day.
I told (y/n) everything that happened between Maya and I and she grimaced when I told her that Maya stopped talking to me after I said the reason why I wanted to buy that thing for her. At last, (y/n) told me to write a letter to Maya asking her all those questions that were clouding my mind. So I did it.

In my letter, I asked her for the reasons why. But those were questions without solid answers. It was suffocating to be like this. So much that I started to gag and choke. Even if Maya wasn't by my side, just the smell of her would be enough to make me happy. I needed to take something of her with me. (y/n) found out about it and said that it wasn't the right thing to do. However, when I explained to her that it calmed my anxious heart and made me feel safe, she understood; she tried to, at least.

One day I took Maya's bra from her locker; her breast size was a C-cup.
Maya didn't know about this... The more important concern was that she wouldn't look at me anymore, and she continued to avoid me. She was avoiding (y/n) too after they had an argument.
I don't know the reason why they were arguing about but I remember that (y/n) was furious at her... I was looking for them and when I arrived at the drinking troughs, I saw (y/n) raising her hand at Maya who looked shocked and scared. However, when (y/n) realised I was looking at them, she put the hand she had previously raised on her chest and placed her left hand over it as is preventing herself from doing something she would regret... I wonder what would have happened if she hadn't seen me back then. Would have she hit Maya?

Anyway, I kept pushing Maya to answer the questions on my letter so I could understand. "Next time..." She always told me. Until one time, I tried my best to talk to her about it. With feelings of uncertainty.

"Ah!" I started.

'Can this be? She's thinking about her answer and finding the right time to tell me? Since she has to properly think over about this, Isn't this why she said? "Next time"? Then I'll just ask when next time will be.' I thought.

"The... About the letter..." I sheepishly said.

"Next time..." She replied without looking at me. (y/n) was watching as from her seat.

'As expected...'

"When is next time?" I insisted.

"Next time...I'm telling you, next time. Didn't I tell you before that I don't like it when I have to repeat myself?" She looked at me. "Oh, right! I didn't tell you about this before." She said in a mocking tone. "Your letter? I didn't even read it and just tore it up and threw it away! That's why I'm telling you that I'll give you my answer next time." She laughed wickedly.

That was when I lost it...

"When will I receive your answer?" I asked.

"Next time." She gave me a mocking smile.

"When will I receive your answer?" I repeated.

"Huh? Are you deaf? I said next time." She frowned.

"When is next time!" I yelled at her earning the looks of my classmates. Even (y/n) was surprised at my outburst. "W-when is next time!" I repeated. She stared at me wide-eyed.

"You're cra—"

'I can't stop myself...' I thought.

"Why! Why are you avoiding me! Why!" I kept yelling. " Is it because I know you're being raped by your father? Is that it?" She tensed and looked everywhere but me.

"You crazy bastard." She said finally said.

After that incident, my classmates isolated me, with the exception of (y/n). I was hated to the point that talking about me behind my back was a natural thing to do. But none of that mattered. At least, not to me.; (y/n) was really mad and stared daggers at everyone who dared to even look my way... The most important thing to me was that Maya's parents divorced and she was living with her mum. It looked like she was happy.

'It seems like she has a guy she likes. He's good-looking and it looks like he's interested in her too.' I thought as I watched Maya talking with one of our classmates. After a while, another classmate joined them. They said something to her and she stood up brusquely and stomped towards me. I looked at her with sorrow in my eyes.

"Hey! I heard that you're spreading rumours! Tell me, when did I ever start dating you!" She yelled at me.

"Then why'd you take off your clothes that time? Wasn't it because you liked me?" I asked.

"I... I did that to explain my situation didn't I?" I stared at her breast; they were huge and bounced every time she moved. "Tell everyone that you were lying about dating me! Right now!" She demanded. However, I wasn't paying attention. Her breasts were hypnotising.

"So bouncy..." I murmured.

"You... Where the hell are you staring at?" She was furious and tried to cover her breasts with her arms.

"You know, your chest is really bouncy. You probably already know that with the way you're dressed. I guess that's why the guys like you so much." I heard (y/n) snickering beside me. Maya was speechless. "Or maybe it's the way your big chest keeps bouncing. Does that not matter to you?" I asked. "Tell you the truth, I'm not interested in that kind of thing. I just like you for you. I... I really like you." I confessed my feelings. "Those bruises and scars your father gave you... I thought they were beautiful." She walked away angrily towards two of our classmates; one of them was holding a soda in her hand. Maya grabbed it and stomped back to where I was sitting and then she threw its contents on my face.

"Please! Please just die! Die!" She yelled while tears streamed down her face. "Die you fucking perverted bastard! Die and disappear from this world!" After that, she ran away.

"Are you alright, Bum?" (y/n) asked me. I only stared at her. She grimaced and dry away the tears that were streaming down my face along with the soda with her hands.

"I... I thought she liked me... She took her clothes off that one time so I thought..." I started hiccuping. (y/n) caressed my cheeks lovingly. "I-isn't t-that w-what you d-do w-when you l-like s-someone?" I asked her.

"I'm afraid this was not the case, Bum. I'm sorry."

"Then w-what do you d-do when you l-like someone?" She hugged me tightly, letting me cry on her chest.

"You know, the things you said about her scars being beautiful... I think that was really sweet. It's a pity she doesn't think that way." (y/n) said as she caressed my locks with her hand.


Like I said before, (y/n) was the only person who was always there for me, giving me those dazzling smiles of hers...

"Through thick and thin I will always be your friend, Bum," She told me the same day I left to do my military service. We were in my room. She had helped me pack my things.

"Why?" I asked her. "Why are you the only person that has ever treated me good? Why are you still friends with someone like me?" She gave me a rueful smile.

"Because of love." I blinked.

'Because of love... All the things I did were because of love...' A wave of memories flooded my mind.

"What? I'm disgusting, I'm filthy... why would you love me, (y/n)?" She gave me a stern look.

"Don't... I don't want to hear you say those horrible things about yourself ever again." Her angry expression was a little scary but it soon softened. "I just love you, okay? I love you because you are you, Yoon Bum. I love you for you..." She looked down embarrassed; her cheeks were rosy pink. "Once you asked me 'what do you do when you like someone', remember?" I nodded. Then, she came closer to me and pecked my lips sweetly. I was shocked; my cheeks were as red as a tomato. it was my first kiss. She pulled away and gave me that rueful smile again. "I know you don't feel the same, Bum. And it's okay, really." I only stared at her still shocked. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... I love you, Bum." Tears were clouding her eyes. "Take care of yourself and don't forget to write to me, okay?" She smiled.

"I-I won't..." I extended my arm and wiped away a tear that was rolling down her face with my hand.

"I'm sorry." She sniffed. "Take care of yourself... please." She embraced me tightly before leaving my house.

'She smells really good...Her lips taste good too...' I thought while taking my fingers to my lips.

That was the last time I saw her...