My Bully | Yeonjun X Beomgyu | Yeongyu/Beomjun

Chapter 8

Beomgyu POV

I walked away, my heart pounding in my ears. Every step felt heavier, like I couldn't shake off Yeonjun's stupid smug face from my mind. The way he just stood there, acting like none of this was a big deal—like I wasn't a big deal—made my blood boil.

"Maybe I just like messing with you." His words kept looping in my head, and the worst part? I couldn't tell if he was being serious or just messing with my head again.

I barely made it down the street before I heard footsteps behind me. I didn't even have to look back. Of course, it was Yeonjun.

"Beomgyu!" he called out, jogging to catch up. I rolled my eyes but kept walking, refusing to slow down.

"Can you not?" I snapped, glancing over my shoulder. "I just told you I'm not doing this. You don't have to follow me around now."

He caught up to me, hands in his pockets, still looking way too chill for someone who just got rejected for, you know, marriage. "I'm not following you. Just... walking in the same direction."

I stopped, turning to face him. "What do you want, Yeonjun? For real. Why are you even here?"

He paused, his expression faltering for a second. Then, like always, that smirk came back. "Maybe I wanted to see if you'd freak out."

"Well, congrats, you've seen it," I shot back. "Now leave me alone."

I started walking again, but Yeonjun kept pace, which only pissed me off more. "You act like this is all about you," he said casually, like we were just talking about the weather. "You think I wanted this either? This wasn't my idea."

I stopped again, narrowing my eyes at him. "Then why don't you fight it? Tell your parents no."

He shrugged, like it wasn't that simple. "You know how they are. What am I supposed to do? Run away like some dramatic movie?"

"Well, I don't know, maybe try standing up for yourself?" I snapped. "You've never had a problem being a jerk to me, so I'm sure you could tell your parents no if you wanted to."

Yeonjun's expression darkened for a split second, but then he laughed, like what I said was funny. "You really don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?"

He stepped closer, and suddenly the air felt heavier. "This isn't just about saying no. It's about family expectations, about our future, about—"

"About making my life miserable," I cut him off, taking a step back. "That's what this is, right? One last way to make sure I never get away from you."

Yeonjun's jaw clenched, his usual cockiness fading a little. For a second, it looked like he was about to say something real, something serious, but then he just smirked again. "Think what you want, Gyu."

I hated the way he said my name like it was some kind of inside joke between us. Like we weren't enemies.

I glared at him, my chest tight with anger. "You think you can just... do whatever you want, don't you?"

He leaned in, his face way too close to mine. "Maybe I do."

I stared at him, my heart racing, and not in a good way. I couldn't stand him—couldn't stand how he made everything so confusing, couldn't stand how he got under my skin like this.

"You're impossible," I muttered, pushing past him and walking away again. But this time, he didn't follow.

As I turned the corner, I could still feel his eyes on me, and it pissed me off even more.