My Bully | Yeonjun X Beomgyu | Yeongyu/Beomjun

Chapter 3

Beomgyu POV

I stumbled to my feet, gripping the edge of the table for balance. The doorbell rang again, pulling me out of my daze. I blinked, staring blankly at the door as a few knocks followed.

"W-who is it?" I called out, my voice shaky from the crying.

"Hey, um... I just moved into the house across from yours. I figured I'd get to know the neighbors. Mind opening up?" The voice sounded strangely familiar, but I couldn't place it. My heart pounded in my chest as I quickly wiped my face and fixed my hair, trying to look somewhat presentable. I unlocked the door.

Standing there was the last person I expected.

"Y-Yeonjun...? W-what are y-you doing here?" I stammered, fear clawing its way up my throat. After what had happened earlier today, just seeing his face sent chills down my spine. Yeonjun's expression was just as surprised as mine at first, but then his signature smirk crept across his lips.

"Well, what do you know? Looks like we're neighbors now," he said casually, his voice dripping with amusement. He stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, taking slow, deliberate steps toward me. Instinctively, I backed away, my legs trembling. My back hit the wall as he closed the door behind him.

He kept coming closer until I was trapped, his arms on either side of me, pinning me against the wall. His face was just inches from mine. My breath caught in my throat as I shut my eyes tightly, trying to brace myself. A small whimper escaped me, and to my horror, tears started streaming down my cheeks again. I couldn't stop them. When I finally cracked my eyes open, I expected to see that same cruel look on his face—but instead, his eyes had softened. There was something there I didn't recognize.

For a second, I almost forgot how terrified I was, lost in the intensity of his gaze.

Then, just as quickly as it came, his expression hardened again. He smirked, tilting his head as he spoke. "Listen up, nerd. Since my furniture won't arrive for a week, I'll be crashing here. And if you try to say no, let's just say there'll be consequences. Got it?"

I swallowed hard. "Y-yeah, okay... but I only have one bed."

"Perfect," he said, his smirk widening. "You'll be sleeping on the floor."

And just like that, he turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him. My knees gave out, and I slid to the floor, my mind racing.

-

Later that Night...

I sat on the couch, waiting for Yeonjun. It was late—way past the time I usually go to bed—and exhaustion weighed heavily on me. I glanced at the clock, then at the door, but there was no sign of him. My eyelids felt heavier by the minute, and before I knew it, I had drifted off.

-

Yeonjun POV

I grabbed my bag, stuffed with clothes and essentials, and locked my front door. As I made my way across the street to Beomgyu's house, I pulled a key from my pocket. I had noticed it lying around earlier when I was here, and I figured it was for his front door. I was right. I let myself in.

The house was quiet—too quiet. I walked into the living room and saw him immediately. Beomgyu was curled up on the couch, fast asleep, looking so small and vulnerable. For a moment, I just stood there, watching him. An idea crossed my mind, and I couldn't help but smile to myself. Slowly, I pulled out my phone and snapped a few pictures of him sleeping, the corners of my mouth twitching with amusement.

Perfect.

I pocketed my phone and glanced around the room, already plotting my next move. This week was going to be interesting... very interesting.