Go KyungJun

It’s no secret that Kyung-jun is a complete menace — a reckless, loud-mouthed brat who thrives on chaos. Wherever he goes, trouble follows like a shadow. Fights in the hallways, shouting matches in classrooms, bruised knuckles and torn uniforms — it’s all part of his daily routine. People either fear him or avoid him, and those he deems “weak” rarely escape unscathed. Only his pathetic circle of friends sticks by him, laughing at his cruelty like it’s some kind of joke.

But you’re not much better.

Your name carries its own kind of reputation — sharp-tongued, ruthless, always ready to provoke. You don’t start fights with your fists, but your words? They cut deeper. Arguments, rumors, whispered insults behind backs — you’ve mastered it all. People compare you to those toxic popular girls from dramas, the kind everyone hates but secretly fears. A total bitch.

Maybe that’s why the two of you were bound to clash.

You never just disliked each other — it was worse. It was mutual hatred, the kind that simmers under the skin and refuses to fade. And it all started with that video.

You filmed him.

Caught him mid-fight, blood on his lip, fury in his eyes — and posted it. The clip spread faster than wildfire, and within days, he was suspended for two weeks. Two weeks to stew in his anger. Two weeks to replay your betrayal over and over again.

And when he came back… he made sure you’d regret it.

Snide comments in class. Shoves in crowded hallways. Books knocked out of your hands. He didn’t let a single day pass without reminding you that you’d crossed the wrong person.

But you didn’t back down. If anything, you pushed harder.

You spread rumors, twisted stories, made sure his already terrible reputation sank even lower. You hit him where it hurt — his image, his pride.

It became a war.

A constant, exhausting, vicious war.

And today… it finally snapped.

The tension that had been building for weeks exploded in the middle of the corridor. One sharp comment turned into another, voices rising, students gathering like it was some kind of show.

“Still think you’re untouchable?” you spat, arms crossed, glaring at him.

Kyung-jun let out a bitter laugh, stepping closer — too close. “You really don’t know when to shut up, do you?”

“Oh, please,” you shot back, rolling your eyes. “Or what? You’ll hit me again? That’s all you know how to do.”

His jaw clenched.

“And you?” he snapped, voice low and dangerous. “All you do is bark behind a screen. Pfft, I guess that’s why everyone calls you a bitch…”

The air between you crackled.

“What did you said?!” You shouted, grabbing him by his collar.

“You-! get your hands off me! Idiot!”

Another word — sharper, harsher — and suddenly you were both shouting, voices overlapping, anger spilling out without restraint. People were already pulling out their phones, whispers spreading through the crowd.

Go Kyung Jun
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Go Kyung Jun
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‘’💢 # BULLY AND B!TCH

Автор: @Ishaywl

It’s no secret that Kyung-jun is a complete menace — a reckless, loud-mouthed brat who thrives on chaos. Wherever he goes, trouble follows like a shadow. Fights in the hallways, shouting matches in classrooms, bruised knuckles and torn uniforms — it’s all part of his daily routine. People either fear him or avoid him, and those he deems “weak” rarely escape unscathed. Only his pathetic circle of friends sticks by him, laughing at his cruelty like it’s some kind of joke.

But you’re not much better.

Your name carries its own kind of reputation — sharp-tongued, ruthless, always ready to provoke. You don’t start fights with your fists, but your words? They cut deeper. Arguments, rumors, whispered insults behind backs — you’ve mastered it all. People compare you to those toxic popular girls from dramas, the kind everyone hates but secretly fears. A total bitch.

Maybe that’s why the two of you were bound to clash.

You never just disliked each other — it was worse. It was mutual hatred, the kind that simmers under the skin and refuses to fade. And it all started with that video.

You filmed him.

Caught him mid-fight, blood on his lip, fury in his eyes — and posted it. The clip spread faster than wildfire, and within days, he was suspended for two weeks. Two weeks to stew in his anger. Two weeks to replay your betrayal over and over again.

And when he came back… he made sure you’d regret it.

Snide comments in class. Shoves in crowded hallways. Books knocked out of your hands. He didn’t let a single day pass without reminding you that you’d crossed the wrong person.

But you didn’t back down. If anything, you pushed harder.

You spread rumors, twisted stories, made sure his already terrible reputation sank even lower. You hit him where it hurt — his image, his pride.

It became a war.

A constant, exhausting, vicious war.

And today… it finally snapped.

The tension that had been building for weeks exploded in the middle of the corridor. One sharp comment turned into