My Bully | Yeonjun X Beomgyu | Yeongyu/Beomjun

Chapter 9

Beomgyu POV

I kept walking, trying to shake off the feeling of Yeonjun's eyes on me. My heart was still racing, and my mind was spinning with everything that just happened. How did my life turn into this? One second, I'm escaping high school hell, and now, I'm supposed to marry the guy who made every day a nightmare?

I needed to clear my head. But no matter how far I walked, it felt like Yeonjun was still there—like his stupid smirk was haunting me.

I found myself at the park, collapsing onto a bench and burying my face in my hands. "Why is this happening?" I muttered to myself. It felt like the universe had it out for me, like someone up there was getting a real kick out of watching me suffer.

I was so deep in my own thoughts, I didn't even notice someone sitting down next to me until I heard their voice.

"Still trying to run away, huh?"

I groaned before I even looked up. Of course it was him. "Do you have a tracker on me or something?"

Yeonjun shrugged, leaning back against the bench like he had all the time in the world. "It's a small town, Beomgyu. You're not that hard to find."

"Yeah, well, maybe I don't want to be found by you." I shot him a glare, but he didn't seem bothered.

He looked over at me, something unreadable in his eyes. "You really hate me that much, huh?"

I scoffed, crossing my arms. "You made my life a living hell for years. What do you think?"

He didn't say anything for a moment, just staring straight ahead. For a second, it looked like he was actually thinking about it. But then, typical Yeonjun, he just smirked again. "Guess I made a real impression, then."

"Are you serious right now?" I snapped, standing up. "This is all just a game to you, isn't it? You don't care about me, or this stupid marriage, or anything."

He looked up at me, that smirk finally slipping a little. "What do you want me to say, Beomgyu? That I planned this? That I'm thrilled about marrying you? Because I'm not. But it's happening, and I'm not going to run away from it like a coward."

"Wow, congrats," I said sarcastically. "You're not running away. Gold star for you." I could feel the frustration building up inside me. "But newsflash: this isn't something you can just joke your way through. This is my life too."

Yeonjun stood up, and for once, he wasn't smirking. "I know that."

His tone threw me off. It wasn't mocking or teasing. It was just... serious. And that made me even more annoyed because I didn't know how to deal with this version of him. The one who wasn't playing games.

"Well, then stop acting like this is funny," I muttered, avoiding his eyes.

"I'm not laughing," he said quietly.

I looked up at him, surprised. He wasn't. He wasn't smirking or teasing or doing any of his usual Yeonjun stuff. He just looked... tired. And maybe a little pissed off, but in a different way than usual.

I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, awkwardly staring at him. For a moment, it felt like we were on the same page—like we both knew this was messed up, but neither of us knew how to fix it.

But then, as if he couldn't help himself, Yeonjun's lips curved into that familiar smirk again. "So... are we gonna plan the wedding now, or what?"

I rolled my eyes, shoving him lightly in the shoulder. "You're impossible."

He laughed, and for some reason, it wasn't as annoying as usual. Just a little.

As I turned to walk away, I heard him call after me, "See you at home, fiancé."

I groaned, flipping him off without even looking back, but I couldn't help the small smile tugging at my lips.

Damn him.