My Bully | Yeonjun X Beomgyu | Yeongyu/Beomjun

Chapter 7

Beomgyu POV

I stormed out of the house, barely able to breathe. The cool air hit my face, but it did nothing to calm me down. My thoughts were spinning, every nerve in my body screaming. They really expected me to marry Yeonjun? Yeonjun, of all people. I couldn't wrap my head around it.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't even notice the person coming toward me until I slammed right into them.

"Watch where you're—" I snapped, but then I froze.

Of course. Of course it was Yeonjun.

He blinked at me, just as surprised, his hands instinctively grabbing my arms to steady me. "Beomgyu?"

I pulled away from his grip like his touch burned. My heart was racing for all the wrong reasons now. "What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, my voice sharper than I meant it to be.

He shrugged, too calm for someone who just ran into his future unwilling husband. "My parents told me to drop by your place. Guess it's time for us to talk about this whole... arrangement."

I stared at him, completely speechless. "You knew about this? And you didn't think to mention it? Give me a heads up or something?"

Yeonjun smirked, and I could tell he was enjoying my reaction. "Figured it'd be more fun to see your face when you found out."

"Are you kidding me right now?" I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated beyond belief. Of course, he'd treat this like some kind of game. It's Yeonjun. He never took anything seriously, except for making my life miserable.

He leaned against a nearby wall, looking way too relaxed for someone who just found out we were supposed to get married. "It's not like we have much of a choice, Beomgyu. Unless you plan on running away or something."

"Maybe I will," I shot back, crossing my arms. "Because there's no way I'm marrying you."

Yeonjun raised an eyebrow, the smirk still on his lips. "You say that now, but you don't really have any options, do you?" His voice had that familiar teasing edge, the one that always made me feel like he knew something I didn't.

I wanted to punch him. Or scream. Or both. Instead, I just stood there, fuming, while he looked at me like this was all one big joke. "Why do you even want this? You hate me," I muttered.

His expression shifted, just for a second. It was so fast I almost missed it. "Who said I hated you?"

I stared at him, confused. "You've spent years making my life hell. You think I don't know when someone hates me?"

He shrugged, pushing off the wall and stepping closer, way too close for comfort. "Maybe I just like messing with you." His voice dropped, almost like he was daring me to challenge him.

My chest tightened, and I took a step back. "Whatever. I'm not doing this."

Yeonjun didn't move, his eyes locked on mine. "You say that now. But let's see what happens."

I clenched my fists, every muscle in my body tense. He was acting like this was all some kind of twisted game. But I wasn't playing.

Without another word, I turned and walked away, leaving Yeonjun standing there with that stupid smirk on his face.

But even as I walked, his words echoed in my head.