My Bully | Yeonjun X Beomgyu | Yeongyu/Beomjun

Chapter 10

Beomgyu POV

I never thought I'd actually make it to this day. Yet here I was, staring at myself in the mirror, adjusting my tie for the millionth time, and wondering how the hell my life had spiraled into this.

It was my wedding day. And not just to anyone—to Yeonjun. Freaking Yeonjun. The guy who spent years making me question my sanity, the guy who couldn't go a day without pushing my buttons, and now, apparently, the guy I was marrying.

I ran my hands through my hair, letting out a shaky breath. "This can't be real," I muttered to myself.

"Gyu, you good?" Taehyun's voice broke through my thoughts. He poked his head into the room, giving me one of his usual concerned looks. He was my best man—because of course I needed someone sane to keep me from bolting out the door.

"I don't know, man," I said, turning to him. "This whole thing feels like a fever dream."

Taehyun walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. "You still freaking out about marrying Yeonjun?"

I let out a bitter laugh. "I mean, wouldn't you?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Probably. But you've come this far. It's happening, whether you like it or not."

I groaned, dropping onto the bed next to him. "I hate this. I still don't get why we have to do this. We barely even tolerate each other."

Taehyun shrugged. "You guys have been weirdly... less terrible to each other recently. Maybe it won't be as bad as you think."

"Yeah, less terrible," I muttered, but I couldn't shake the weird tension that had been building between Yeonjun and me over the last few weeks. We weren't exactly friends, but the teasing had gotten softer. Less cruel. There were moments where it almost felt like... something else.

I didn't want to think about that right now. "Whatever. Let's just get this over with."

Taehyun gave me a sympathetic pat on the back. "You'll survive. You always do."

Yeonjun POV

Standing at the altar, I was trying to keep it cool, but my leg was bouncing like crazy, and I was not about to let anyone see that. Especially not Beomgyu. The last thing I needed was him thinking I was nervous or something. This was just another thing I had to deal with, like everything else. No big deal.

Except it was.

I glanced around at all the guests, the whole fancy setup, the stupid flowers everywhere. My parents were sitting up front, all smiles like they'd just pulled off the biggest win of the century. Beomgyu's aunt and uncle were there too, looking proud. Everyone was acting like this was some kind of fairy tale wedding.

And me? I was standing here, waiting for Beomgyu to show up so we could get this nightmare over with.

The door opened, and I heard the shuffle of people standing. I turned my head, and there he was—Beomgyu, in a suit, walking down the aisle. He looked... different. Not just because he was dressed up, but like he was trying to hold it together just as much as I was.

Our eyes met, and for a second, it felt like the air shifted between us. There was something about seeing him like this, walking toward me, that made my heart do this weird flip. It was unsettling.

But of course, I couldn't let him know that.

Instead, I flashed him a smirk as he reached the altar. "Ready to be stuck with me forever?"

Beomgyu rolled his eyes, but I could see the nervousness in them. "I'm pretty sure that's my line."

The officiant cleared his throat, and suddenly, it all felt too real. We were actually doing this. Getting married. Beomgyu stood next to me, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else, and I could feel my palms sweating, but I didn't move. I couldn't.

The ceremony went by in a blur. There were vows, rings, and a bunch of words I barely heard because I was too busy trying not to overthink. Beomgyu was stiff next to me, probably just as freaked out as I was, and I didn't blame him.

Then, before I knew it, the officiant was saying the words that made my stomach twist.

"You may now kiss."

I glanced at Beomgyu, raising an eyebrow. "So, uh... should we just..."

Beomgyu groaned under his breath. "Just get it over with."

With a quick, awkward step forward, I leaned in and pressed a fast, barely-there kiss to his lips. It wasn't romantic or sweet. It was more like, "Let's get this over with before one of us explodes."

The crowd cheered, and I pulled back, trying to keep my expression neutral. But damn, my heart was pounding like crazy. I didn't know if it was from the kiss or the fact that I was now... married. To Beomgyu.

Beomgyu POV

The kiss was fast. Too fast, but thank God for that. The second Yeonjun's lips brushed mine, it felt like my brain short-circuited. The crowd clapped like this was the greatest love story ever, but all I could think about was how surreal this moment was.

I was married. To Yeonjun. The guy who had been the bane of my existence for years.

As soon as we stepped down from the altar, I could feel the weight of everything settling in. The guests swarmed us with congratulations, all smiles and excitement, but my mind was buzzing. Yeonjun was beside me, playing along with the act, smiling and shaking hands like this was no big deal. But every time our arms brushed, it sent this weird electric shock through me, and I hated it.

We made it through the reception, the cake, the speeches—all of it felt like I was in someone else's life. Taehyun gave me a reassuring nod from across the room, and for a moment, I almost believed it would be okay.

But then, as the night dragged on, and the reality of everything sank in, I couldn't shake one terrifying thought.

I was stuck with Yeonjun. For real.