My Bully | Yeonjun X Beomgyu | Yeongyu/Beomjun

Chapter 5

Beomgyu POV

I stayed hidden in the bathroom stall, my heart still racing from seeing that post. My mind couldn't stop replaying the image—how exposed I looked, how humiliating it was to have the entire school see me like that. I couldn't wrap my head around why Yeonjun kept doing this to me. Just last night, for a brief moment, he showed a side of him that felt... almost gentle, almost like he cared. But now, that side was gone, replaced by the same cold, mocking version everyone else saw.

I wiped my face, trying to stop the tears. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't stay here forever. But the thought of going back out there, where everyone had seen that post, made my chest tighten with anxiety. Why did Yeonjun always have to hurt me like this?

A soft knock on the stall door interrupted my thoughts.

"Beomgyu?" It was Taehyun. "Hey, are you in there?"

"Yeah," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Listen... I don't know why Yeonjun does these things, but you can't let him get to you," Taehyun said gently, his voice full of concern. "You're stronger than this. And you're not alone, okay?"

I bit my lip, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. Taehyun had always been there for me, but no matter how much I appreciated him, it didn't change the fact that Yeonjun's actions hurt more than anything else.

"Thanks, Tae," I finally managed, my voice shaky. "I just... I don't get him. Last night, he was—" I stopped, unsure if I should even bring it up.

"What?" Taehyun pressed gently. "He was what?"

I took a deep breath. "He was almost... nice. Like, he wasn't being a jerk for once. But now, he's back to this." My hands trembled as I clutched my phone tighter. "I don't understand why he keeps messing with my feelings like this."

Taehyun sighed, leaning against the stall door. "Maybe he doesn't even understand himself. But that doesn't make it okay. You deserve better than this, Beomgyu."

The words were comforting, but they didn't change the hollowness I felt inside. With a deep breath, I stood up and unlocked the stall door. Taehyun gave me a sympathetic look, and without saying a word, he pulled me into a tight hug. For a moment, I let myself lean into the comfort of his embrace.

"Let's get out of here for a bit," Taehyun said softly. "You don't need to face everyone right now. We can take a walk, clear your head."

I nodded, grateful for his understanding. Together, we left the bathroom, slipping out through the back exit to avoid the crowd.

Yeonjun POV

Sitting in class, I couldn't focus. Beomgyu had definitely seen the post by now. At first, it felt like just another prank, just a joke to make people laugh. But something about it didn't sit right with me. The way he looked last night, vulnerable and scared... the way he clung to me like I was the only person he could trust—it lingered in my mind more than I wanted to admit.

I told myself he'd get over it. Beomgyu was always so dramatic about everything. But when I scrolled through my feed again and saw the post, a pang of guilt hit me. Maybe I had gone too far.

I glanced around the classroom, noticing that Beomgyu wasn't there. He was never late. My leg started bouncing with nervous energy, and I checked my phone, half-expecting a message from him, but nothing.

Before I knew it, I was standing up, heading for the door. I had no idea what I was going to say, but I needed to see him—make sure he wasn't taking this too seriously. Not that I cared or anything. It was just... I didn't want things to get awkward between us. That's all it was.

Right?

Beomgyu POV

As Taehyun and I walked through the quiet courtyard, the fresh air helped a little, clearing my head. He didn't push me to talk, just walked beside me, offering silent support. For a while, I felt like I could breathe again, like the weight of Yeonjun's cruelty was fading, even if only for a moment.

But just as we were about to head back inside, I heard someone calling my name.

"Beomgyu!"

I froze. I knew that voice anywhere. Slowly, I turned around to see Yeonjun jogging toward us, his expression unreadable.

"What do you want?" I asked, my voice cold, sharper than I meant it to be. But I didn't care.

He slowed down when he saw Taehyun standing beside me, his eyes narrowing as he glanced between the two of us. "I just... I wanted to check on you," he muttered, his tone awkward, but there was something almost condescending about it, like he didn't actually care.

Check on me? Since when did Yeonjun ever care about anyone but himself? I couldn't believe the audacity.

"You've got some nerve," I spat, clenching my fists. "After everything you've done, you think you can just show up like this?"

Yeonjun's face darkened, his usual smirk creeping back. "Relax, Gyu. You're acting like the world just ended. It was just a joke." His voice was dismissive, like my feelings were irrelevant, like my humiliation didn't matter.

"A joke?" I echoed, my voice rising as anger surged through me. "You think it's funny to humiliate me? To make me feel like nothing in front of everyone?"

His smirk faltered for a second, but then he crossed his arms, leaning back like he was in control again. "You always take things so seriously. It's not my fault you're so sensitive."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He wasn't sorry. He wasn't even pretending to care. All he wanted was to brush it off, to make me feel like I was the problem.

Before he could say anything else, I turned on my heel and started walking away, Taehyun following close behind. Yeonjun didn't stop me.

He never did.