My Bully | Yeonjun X Beomgyu | Yeongyu/Beomjun

Chapter 11

Beomgyu POV

The car ride home was pure silence, the kind where you can feel every second dragging on, heavy and awkward. I kept glancing at Yeonjun from the corner of my eye, but he just stared straight ahead, hands gripping the wheel like it was the only thing keeping him from exploding.

We finally pulled up in front of our "new home"—the house his parents gifted us as a wedding present. When they said it was a house, I imagined something normal. But this? This was a mansion. Huge, towering, and completely intimidating.

I sat there, just staring at it, trying to process the fact that I was supposed to live here. With him. Alone.

"If you're done staring, can you get out already?" Yeonjun's cold voice snapped me out of my trance. "We don't have all day, and I'm hella tired."

I blinked and quickly scrambled out of the car. Yeonjun followed suit, walking ahead of me towards the front door. He unlocked it with the keys his parents gave him earlier, and we stepped inside. Our stuff had been moved here days ago, so there was no unpacking left to do. Just... sleeping. In the same house. Together.

I headed straight for the stairs, desperate to put some space between us, but Yeonjun's voice stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Nuh-uh-uh. Stop right there."

I froze. Great. What does he want now? I turned around, forcing myself to look anywhere but at him.

"Yes?" I mumbled, not even trying to hide how done I was with the day.

"Look at me when I'm talking, princess."

The nickname made my heart lurch. I snapped my head up, eyes locking with his, and instantly felt the heat rise to my face. It was the first time he'd ever called me something like that, and I could feel the butterflies erupt in my stomach. Why was I blushing like this?

"Huh, why you so red?" Yeonjun said, his tone teasing. "What's up with you?"

"Uh, I'm just a little hot," I stammered, cursing myself internally for being so obvious.

He took a step closer, that annoying smirk forming on his lips. "Or maybe... you're just nervous around me. Am I right?" He moved closer, his eyes never leaving mine.

I instinctively took a step back. Then another. And another, until my back hit the wall. But Yeonjun didn't stop. He kept coming closer, eyes locked on me like he was daring me to run. He leaned in, his breath brushing against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

"God, you have no idea what you do to me, Beomgyu," he whispered, his hand finding its way to my waist, gripping it lightly.

I stopped breathing. This was too much. What was happening? What changed?

"Y-Yeonjun, wh—" I gasped as he suddenly licked the tip of my ear, his hand squeezing my waist tighter. My eyes flew open, our lips just inches away, and for the first time, I saw something in his eyes that wasn't anger or mockery. It was... soft? Could it be... love? No way. There was no way he could feel that for me.

My mind went wild, replaying every horrible thing he'd ever done. The bullying, the humiliation, the years of torment. And yet here I was, still stupidly, hopelessly in love with him. What the hell was wrong with me?

Tears welled up in my eyes as reality crashed back down on me. I shoved Yeonjun away, hard.

"Why are you doing this to me?" My voice cracked, all the pent-up frustration pouring out. "You hate me. You've always hated me! You made my life hell, and despite everything, I—I still loved you! I've tried so many times to get over you, but I can't. No matter what I do, I can't. And now, I'm supposed to marry you? I hate you, Choi Yeonjun! I hate you, I hate—"

Before I could finish, his lips crashed into mine, cutting me off mid-sentence.

Yeonjun POV

I wasn't supposed to kiss him. I wasn't supposed to want this. I was supposed to hate him, right?

But the second I saw his lips trembling, his eyes full of tears, I lost it. The words he was saying barely registered in my mind. All I could think about was how badly I wanted to shut him up, to stop him from crying, to... kiss him.

And now, here I was. Kissing Beomgyu. And holy shit, it felt good.

I pressed harder, my hands pulling him closer, one hand still on his waist, the other cupping his cheek. He melted into me, like he'd been waiting for this as much as I had, and I knew in that moment... I didn't hate him. I never had.

I loved him.

Beomgyu POV

I don't know what was happening, but I didn't care. The second Yeonjun kissed me, everything else disappeared. I kissed him back, letting him pull me in closer, his hand on my waist like he was scared I'd pull away. But I wasn't going anywhere.

He deepened the kiss, tilting his head slightly, and I couldn't help but lose myself in it. It wasn't rushed or full of anger. It was soft, careful, like we were trying to figure out what this was between us.

When he finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine, both of us catching our breath.

"I'm sorry," Yeonjun whispered, his voice shaking. "For everything. I was so confused back then. I didn't want to admit I was... I was gay. And I took it out on you. I hurt you, and I can't take that back. But I'm so, so sorry, Beomgyu."

Tears brimmed in his eyes, and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I reached up, cupping his cheeks and wiping away the tears that had started to fall. I didn't know what to say, so instead, I leaned in and kissed him again. This time slower, softer, just... love.

When we finally pulled away again, we were both breathless, staring at each other in this new, terrifying reality we'd just stepped into.

"I love you so much, Gyu," Yeonjun said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I froze, my heart skipping a beat. But then I smiled, letting out a shaky breath.

"I love you too."

The End