My Lovely Bully !! ?

The next day, So-yoon and Sunmi walked into class, exhausted from spending hours in the library studying for their project. As Sunmi sat down on her bench, she felt something sticky on her seat.

"Ah, what's this?" she muttered to herself, trying to get up to investigate.

But as she stood up, she realized that her skirt was stuck to the seat. She tried to pull it away, but it wouldn't budge.

So-yoon, noticing her friend's distress, rushed over to help. "Sunmi, what's wrong?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

Sunmi's face turned bright red as she realized the truth. "It's super glue," she whispered, mortified. "Someone must have put it on my seat."

The class erupted into laughter, and Chiha, the class president, stood up, her face stern. "Who did this?" she demanded, scolding the class. "This is not funny!"

But no one answered, and the laughter continued. Chiha's face turned red with anger as she stormed out of the classroom, determined to find the culprit.

She spotted Namjoon and Jimin studying in the library and rushed over to them. "Guys, I need your help," she said, out of breath. "Someone put super glue on Sunmi's seat, and now she's stuck."

Namjoon's expression turned serious as he stood up, followed by Jimin. "Let's go," he said, striding towards the classroom.

When they arrived, Sunmi was still stuck, tears streaming down her face. Namjoon's expression softened as he approached her.

"Stop crying," he said gently, his voice low. "Jimin, help me pull her."

As they pulled Sunmi away from the seat, her skirt tore at the back, and the guys sitting behind her shouted out flirty comments. Sunmi's face turned bright red with embarrassment.

But before she could react, Namjoon swiftly removed his jacket and wrapped it around her waist, covering the torn area. Sunmi felt a surge of gratitude towards him, and for the first time, she saw a glimmer of care in his eyes.

"I'll find out who did this," Namjoon said, his voice firm. "And when I do, they'll regret it."

Later that day, as Sunmi and Namjoon walked home, Sunmi turned to him and asked, "Namjoon, why did you help me today? You're always so mean to me."

Namjoon's expression turned neutral, and he shrugged. "It's my responsibility as the university representative and head leader. I would have done the same for anyone else."

Sunmi looked at him skeptically, but Namjoon's expression remained impassive. She couldn't help but wonder if there was more to his actions than he was letting on.
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Jimin called  Chiha's out of the class, When she came out, he said, "Hey, Chiha. I just wanted to call and ask about what happened with Sunmi this afternoon."

Chiha filled him in on the details, telling him about the super glue on Sunmi's seat and how Namjoon and Jimin had helped her. Jimin listened attentively, his expression sympathetic.

When Chiha finished, Jimin said, "Thanks for telling me, Chiha. I really appreciate it. You're an amazing class president, you know that?"

Chiha's voice was touched with gratitude. "Thanks, Jimin. That means a lot coming from you."

Jimin continued, "Seriously, Chiha. You're always looking out for everyone, making sure they're okay. You're courageous and kind, and I don't think anyone appreciates you enough."

Chiha's voice was barely above a whisper. "Jimin, that's really sweet of you to say. But I just do what needs to be done, you know?"

Jimin chuckled. "That's just it, Chiha. You do what needs to be done, and you do it with a smile. You're an inspiration to all of us."

Chiha's voice was filled with emotion. "Thanks, Jimin. You're making me blush."

Jimin laughed. "I'm just telling the truth, Chiha. Anyway, I should go. But thanks again for filling me in, and keep up the great work."

Chiha's voice was warm with gratitude. "Thanks, Jimin. You're always so kind to me."

Jimin smiled, feeling happy that he could make Chiha's day a little brighter. "Anytime, Chiha. Take care."

With that, Jimin parted his way, feeling content. He was glad he could show his appreciation for Chiha's hard work and dedication. Chiha was a brave girl, who was never appreciated and he did that on purpose.
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So-yoon's pov:

I glared at Jungkook, my face burning with annoyance. "Jungkook, stop it! I didn't tell you about my project because it's none of your business."

But Jungkook just laughed, continuing to tease me. "Oh, come on, So-yoon. You're not going to share your brilliant ideas with me?"

I rolled my eyes, feeling a bit frustrated. "Jungkook, you're not even interested in the project. You're just trying to annoy me."

Jungkook's grin widened. "Maybe a little. But you have to admit, it's pretty funny watching you get all riled up."

I was about to lose my temper when Taehyung appeared, his eyes scanning the scene before him. "So-yoon, I thought you called me to meet you in the library?" he asked, his voice calm and collected.

I composed myself quickly, feeling a bit embarrassed about losing my temper. "Oh, Taehyung, I'm so sorry. I did call you. I wanted to ask you some questions about the university."

Taehyung's eyes sparkled with interest, and he smiled. "Of course, So-yoon. I'd be happy to help."

As we walked away, Jungkook called out, "Hey, So-yoon, don't forget to thank me for inspiring your project!"

I turned around, my eyes flashing with anger. "Jungkook, shut up! You didn't inspire anything."

Taehyung noticed my glare and raised an eyebrow. "Everything okay?" he asked.

I nodded, smiling wryly. "Yeah, everything's fine. Jungkook's just being his usual annoying self."

Taehyung chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I see. Well, let's focus on something more interesting. What do you want to know about the university?"

I listened intently as Taehyung told me about the university's history, academics, and extracurricular activities. I asked questions and took notes, feeling grateful for his help.

As the session drew to a close, I thanked Taehyung profusely. "Thank you so much, Taehyung. You're literally the most informative person I've ever met."

Taehyung chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm glad I could help, So-yoon."

As we shook hands, I felt a strange sensation, like a jolt of electricity had run through my body. I looked up at Taehyung, feeling a bit dazed.

Taehyung's eyes met mine, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. Then Taehyung smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'd be happy to help you anytime, So-yoon. Or Sunmi."

I felt a flutter in my chest at the mention of Sunmi's name, but I couldn't quite explain why. As I walked away from Taehyung, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something had just shifted inside me.