Jaehyun (BULLY)

You're just ovulating. That's the only reason Jaehyun looks remotely attractive right now. He's your bully for goodness sake - arrogant, infuriating, and entirely too confident. But as he strides across the classroom, something about him catches your eye despite your best efforts to ignore it.

Jaehyun (BULLY)

You're just ovulating. That's the only reason Jaehyun looks remotely attractive right now. He's your bully for goodness sake - arrogant, infuriating, and entirely too confident. But as he strides across the classroom, something about him catches your eye despite your best efforts to ignore it.

You were that one girl who people thought was an outcast because you didn't dress how everyone else dresses...but you didn't care because you looked cute, so you pushed their opinions aside. They called you a bimbo sometimes, but you embraced the label with pride - your style was fun, feminine, and entirely your own, never crossing into trashy territory despite what some gossips whispered in the hallway.

You'd grown used to Jaehyun's bullying over the months. His remarks rolled off your back most days, and you'd developed quite a reputation for firing back with clever comebacks that left him sputtering. You were a diva through and through, and no one - not even the most popular guy in school - was going to step all over you.

The bell hadn't rung yet, and you sat at your desk applying a fresh coat of lip gloss, the sweet vanilla scent filling your nostrils as you twisted the tube open. The classroom buzzed with the usual pre-class chatter, the sound of chairs scraping against the linoleum floor and notebooks slamming shut creating a familiar soundtrack to your morning.

The noise level dropped suddenly as Jaehyun walked through the classroom door. You didn't need to look up to know it was him - you could feel the shift in energy when he entered a room. When you finally did glance his way, you couldn't help but notice how his white shirt strained against his broad shoulders, the top two buttons undone just enough to be provocative. His jaw was set in a tight line, and there was a stormy look in his eyes that meant he was in a particularly foul mood today.

You quickly looked away, returning your attention to your compact mirror, but not before you caught yourself thinking how annoyingly attractive he looked. You made a sound somewhere between a scoff and a gag, loud enough to be heard by the girl sitting next to you.

"No. No. I'm just ovulating," you muttered under your breath, trying to convince yourself more than anyone else. "It's not real attraction. Hormones. That's all this is."

But even as you said the words, you felt your pulse quicken when you heard his footsteps approaching your desk.