torn and folded .ᐟ (2/2)
📞 ; “respectfully, you're disgusting.” | 💿 part 1...
𖹭 : bully!seunghan x bl reader, amab!reader
💭 you loved your free time in manga reading websites, not him though, he thinks you need your senses sorted out for you, and so he would...
⤷ contains: mlm pairing (this is pure fiction and is in no way
made to assume the idol's sexuality!!), angst, bullying,
homophobia towards mc (i myself have struggled with), fluff,
humor (kys/kms jokes), mention of other idol names for world
building
⤷ wc: 11.2k!! (not proofread :3)
-ˋˏ under the cut .ᐟ ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈
saxyguy1002
hey bunz
can i ask u a question
what do u do when u like someone?
bunz
why’d u even ask if you can ask me when you’re gonna ask either way
saxyguy1002
sorry
bunz
oh
well
idk either
saxyguy1002
do u like someone rn?
You sighed, deleting what you have previously typed: you.
bunz
yes
saxyguy1002
who is it? 👀
bunz
u don’t even know him
idk why ur even asking
saxyguy1002
ur right
so what
ur just out being a loser all day and not do anything about it?
You could only laugh silently at your screen.
bunz
he hates me
saxyguy1002
ouch
sucks for u ig
bunz
kys lol
saxyguy1002
ur so sweet
dw u have me
fuck that guy
You rolled your eyes, you couldn’t believe you were smiling over everything despite the somber truth behind it all.
bunz
i thought ur not gay
saxyguy1002
that’s a conversation for another day
come on
tell me to kms
bunz
um, okay????
kys
saxyguy1002
something’s missing
bunz
AAAAAA HELLL
kys :3 (hope u dont wake up tomorrow)
saxyguy1002
i will :> (i have to wake up so i can actually kms)
You don’t think twice before shutting down your computer the second you’ve read his reply. Looking at the time, you had once again spent two hours of your night chatting. It’s crazy how far you’ve gone when it comes to talking, it would always be just about the games you’ve played, sometimes complaining to each other about school. It was him who’d start talking you into revealing more about yourself, and he’d do the same without even asking. That’s how you found out that he was definitely Seunghan.
At first, his messages made sense for the guy you saw him to be in school, then he’d change, it’s very gradual but it’s there for your eyes. You’ve played the waiting game before, longer than anyone, you just hope waiting for him would amount to something.
You’d spend your next days with Matthew tailing behind you, and like what you agreed upon, you two would read that manga you were currently reading, next to each other on your phone. Somehow he got you to feel comfortable enough to stay in the library with him instead of that desolate room. Of course, he’d ask you why you liked it there, and you’d tell him everything. Despite your attempts of flailing his attention towards the manga on your phone, he’d continue to ask you if you were fine with not being in your safe space.
“I’m really okay.” he kept his eyes on you, as if urging you to keep talking. “For now at least.”
“You know, actually followed you there because I thought you were up to something bad —but I didn’t know it was you either since all I could see was your backside.” it was the first time he’d hear you laugh audibly, and he’d smile.
If you were being honest, you felt like you still had to keep your guard up. He’s told you himself that he’s heard about you, probably seen you at your most piteous state. It just boggles your mind that him approaching you was purely arbitrary, and like others, he didn’t care much about you being bullied before. But you gave him the benefit of the doubt, he had a life of his own and he was most probably concentrated with what he had going on in it, after all, you were mere strangers to each other.
You quickly learned that you were only spared when you’re with him, but back in your class, you still suffered the same hell.
“Seunghan, why aren’t you responding at the group chat?”
Or maybe not quite the same.
You vowed to yourself to never let your eyes wander around without care, but you felt so anxious, you could feel it at the back of your head. With some shameful guessing, you thought you might know whose eyes it is that pricked you. You braced yourself once you stood up from your seat, hearing the bell ring for the last time that day, it was tradition for them to push you around before going home.
And they did just that. You’d be on the floor hurrying to gather your belongings that were scattered on the floor, by chance —and because of your cluttered mind— you looked up to the door, and Seunghan would pass by. You caught his eyes looking right into yours for a very brief moment before he completely vanished from your sight.
There was something about him that day, he didn’t walk up to you, he didn’t steal your phone and threw it around, he was just there. It was like back in middle school, you knew he could see you, but he chose to not give any of his attention.
saxyguy1002
aaa sorry my play was ass
i can’t believe i’m bot frag
bunz
i was ass too
saxyguy1002
we’ll get it next time
ig it’s not a very great idea to play with a lot of things on ur mind
bunz
same
what is it for you anyways?
saxyguy1002
i’m gonna be 18 soon
technically i’d be an adult by then
right?
bunz
yeah?
why ask?
r u planning to commit felonies rn be fr
saxyguy1002
no
i just wanted to be
away
from my parents
bunz
oh
what is it about this time?
saxyguy1002
i’m just tired of it all
they’re too controlling
and what for? lmaoooooooo
i feel like i’m gonna burst
i can’t even pursue my dreams because of them
talking abt “you’ll end up–”
idc where i end up as long as it’s not with them
bunz
ykw
if ur confident enough that u can survive out there on your own
do it
this is your one chance with life, do what you can to live it to the fullest
saxyguy1002
could’ve just said "YOLO and embrace your FOMO"
bunz
kill
your
self
saxyguy1002
i was totally just jk
just just kidding
enough abt me
you?
bunz
it’s the same thing pretty much
my dad would kill me if he found out
saxyguy1002
that ur gay?
nahh u have to escape
i’ll help
bunz
that’s crazy tho
u dont even know where i’m at
saxyguy1002
oh but what if i do
bunz
then u can be a private investigator
or a psycho stalker
my saesang <33
saxyguy1002
bunz stan 😋
bunz
kys :3 (idk kinda hope u sleep w/o that shit in mind)
saxyguy1002
i will :> (thanks ik u want me fr)
The days that followed, you could see his messages reflecting through the way he behaved at school. He was no longer one you had to be careful around, still, he seemed to be just as indifferent towards you. There’d be moments where you’d catch his eyes, but in them was something you haven’t seen before —or more likely, in a while. You’d cross paths outside the classroom often, and seldom times he was in the library too, and you would try your best to see what he was doing without completely turning your head towards him. He just studied, by himself.
It wasn’t a rare, once in a lifetime type of event, he was still quite the grade-conscious student because of his parents —he’s told you before— it’s just that he was always by himself. It should be for the best, getting away from those people, maybe he’d get his old self back, maybe you’d have him back in your life. The memories you shared then weighed more than anything else in your life, and even after everything he’s said and done to you, you would continue to carry it, still missing him behind the malignant persona he had created.
In the meantime, you would have your usual routine with Matthew, and it immediately crossed your mind —if he had ever grown tired of these little hangouts, so you end up paying every little action, every little sound your consciousness, seeing if he was any different from the previous day. He’d never change, there was nothing that you could see, so you granted him your trust, even if it was hard giving it away again after a long while.
“The guy is crazy, don’t you think? If he really loved the main character, why would he make him suffer through it?” —he was talking about the manga you two were reading.
“I mean, it’s for the storyline.” you laughed at his sour face. “You read it anyway.”
It felt wonderful to let yourself breathe in every moment, not having to hold it to block off the torturous stench of your classmates’ perfumes. You hoped that this would last, at least until you had to graduate. He made school a bit more bearable for you.
However, with his absence, you’d shift back to your usual self, leery towards everything. You’d go back to that room, but it would not be the same as when you left it.
You were that cautious boy all over again, taking light steps to the place that in your world, you owned, carrying most of what you could, even the items you knew you wouldn’t need. Your eyes scanned left to right, keeping your vision’s periphery clear for any threats, or anyone who could be following you.
When you got there, you stood outside of the room for a while. It wasn’t possible to peek without opening the door since the glass was blocked off by black tape —and it was probably there to keep students out. You convinced yourself that you had no reason to be nervous, it was your room, your sanctuary. You took a hold of the doorknob, very carefully turning it so that it makes very little sound. Every second that passed, you’d open it a little wider, and wider, until you could take a full view of the room.
“Sorry.” you had turned your heel, ready to take speedy steps away from your comfort, but he who seconds ago was lax and seated, would rush towards you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you inside the room.
He’d close the door, but you could only hear the sound it made, you couldn’t take your eyes off him, especially when he was that close. His eyes slowly made their way to yours, you could feel your heart racing, recalling the last time you were in his proximity. He felt you subtly trying to move yourself out of his grasp, so he’d release you from it, keeping his eyes on you. When he let go of your hand, you’d look around, feeling anxious about everything. You were thinking about what he was going to do next and what he was going to say.
You’d withdraw yourself from where you stood, backing away because of his sudden movements —he had raised his hand with his palm facing the ceiling, holding it up in front of you as if he was asking for you to give him something. You were unsure of what he wanted, and he took notice of that, his other hand reaching for his nape.
“I didn’t know you’d be back in here.” his voice was impossibly soft, you were sure you looked like you had seen a ghost. “This was so sudden, I know.”
It was like your body had a mind of its own, and you would shake your head without being fully aware, pulling on your own fingers as your eyes went all over his face. You could feel the heat creeping up your face, so you’d look away to the side.
“I’m sorry.” he’d lower his hand at a painfully slow pace, still keeping his gaze at you, and soon his eyes were glossed, “For everything.”
That day wouldn’t be as bad as it’d usually be, even without Matthew’s presence. That day, old feelings would resurface, with much greater magnitude. That day, you held his hand again, and it was like the first time all over again, where you gave it your all to not give off how jumpy your heart got. The two of you were just in that room, till the last bell sounded. You were sitting on the floor against the wall near the door, and your hands would remain entwined. You were so close to each other, like how you used to be, like those times under that big tree at that old park. His hands would move towards your head again, but this time it wouldn’t be to get rid of a leaf that landed on your hair, he’d lead your head on his shoulder, and his grip on your hand would be a little tighter, but somehow still gentle. You waited for him to talk, but he didn’t utter another word. All you could hear was his breathing, that at some point would falter when you moved after hearing the bell.
“We should go back.” your voice was as quiet as the wind, yet he felt like he’d melt from it.
“We could.” he’d let his tongue swipe against his top lip before he spoke again, “But we don’t have to.”
So you didn’t. You were there for hours, but somehow it still felt like very little time. You still had to ask him why he was being like that. What changed?
saxyguy1002
this is a sign
pursue your love
bunz
r u being fr
what’s up with you?
saxyguy1002
hahahahahahahahaha
don’t you ever just go
☺️
👉👈
bunz
huh 😭😭😭😭😭
saxyguy1002
yea so
i’m basically gonna risk it all now
maybe not all
not all at once
🤓
bunz
what is bro yapping about 💥💥
saxyguy1002
how’d u find out that you’re gay?
bunz
excuse me?
saxyguy1002
serious question btw ☝️
bunz
☝️🤓 well actually
ok wait
serious face on
so
saxyguy1002
hello?
gay ghosted
bunz
GASPED WHAT
ok
well
i’ve known this boy for so long since we were kids typa beat and idk i never really liked any girls, i mean sure they're pretty and cute and all but i never pictured myself with any of them
but i did with this boy
saxyguy1002
u have to tell me everything
bunz
kys :3 (go to sleep freak)
saxyguy1002
no :< (wait plz)
bunz
bro
saxyguy1002
that’s crazy
bunz
what
saxyguy1002
you know who i am don’t u
i know u
bunz
???
ur actually tweaking
ok fine u win
ur scaring me
go kys fr
saxyguy1002
y/n
The hand that held yours and led you back to his haven.
bunz
who
???
bro who’s that 😭
saxyguy1002
don’t be like that now :((
it took me this long to realize
stupid
i’m stupid
i’ve told u a lot of things
even mentioned chaeyoung
that name is so awful to look at
i’m sorry
bunz
seunghan
i’m gonna go
saxyguy1002
you’ll come back, right?
You took a sharp inhale, deleting every single reply you had thought of and typed out. You left him on read, not really knowing what to do from then on, yet, you were so eager to find out how this night would affect tomorrow.
Slipping into the soft sheets, your eyes would swell with tears looking back at how he turned against you then. Your eyes would end up swollen, you felt so drained that you dreamt of nothing but the dark.
Your thoughts went running fast, he owed you an explanation, and you believe he could give it to you soon enough after everything that unfolded from yesterday.
“You seem to have a lot in mind.” you jumped at Matthew’s query, your consciousness being drawn out of your clouded head.
“Huh?”
“You’ve been re-reading that panel for ten minutes now.”
You sighed, feeling betrayed by your cognition. You ran your fingers through your hair, thinking about how you’ve been stealing glances from each other all day, and how he walked past you a little slower, mouthing “Let’s meet, room.” He had no room to be careless, he knew his sister still had her eyes on him.
“I’ll be busy later, you can keep reading, you really don’t have to wait for me.” you utter when your mind flies to the image of your hand in his.
“Got it.” you just hoped Matthew wouldn’t spot you and follow you into that room again.
You went there after your first afternoon class, after you’ve seen him leave first —not before calling you to follow with his eyes though. The door was only slightly open when you got there, and you’d poke your head in first, before finally letting yourself in.
“So you’re bunz.” he said once you were seated next to him. You’d only nod at him, and once again your eyes were stuck to each other. “When did you figure out it was me you’re talking to?”
“It took a while too. I had to piece together the things you were telling me. Then, like you said, you mentioned your sister.” he had to bite his lip to hold himself back from beaming, he felt as if your voice was enough to take him out of this earth.
“And I had to tell you her name too huh.” he softly laughs at himself, “I got too comfortable I guess, no wonder why.”
His eyes would trail down, tracing every detail of your face, and you’d follow his eyes, wondering what lies behind the darkness of those orbs. It had driven you to finally ask him what you’ve been longing to know, “What made you change back then?”
You swore you heard his breath hitch, and his eyes would slowly start to water. “Chaeyoung. She was going to tell on me.”
His parents, now you could understand a bit more clearly. What was it that his sister had against him that she’s got him backed up in a corner? And why did he have to add to your suffering?
“She forced me into… everything.” he’d open his hand as a means to ask for yours, and you’d give it to him, “If my parents knew, they’d move me away.”
You stared at your clasped hands, watching his thumb lightly graze over your hand, “Knew what?”
He felt a lump in his throat forming after you’ve sounded your question, and with a light squeeze to his hand, he answered, “That my eyes are only for you. You know I like you, right?”
It was nothing but a hunch then, but you felt crazy because for others it might fall in line with the normality of some friendships. It all meant something after all.
“I always have, but it did take a while for me to grasp on it.” now he had a grasp on you. “I know what I did to you was irredeemable, but, now that we’re older, would you give me a chance?”
You looked at each other like nothing else in the world mattered, you thought everything else around you was fading into dust when you caught a glimpse of your own reflection in his eyes.
“You don’t have to answer now.”
“Do I have to answer? you got me, Seunghan.”
Before he could take another breath of air, the door would open, and there he saw your friend whose face would display shock. You’d turn around, only to be met with Matthew who’d soon repeatedly utter his apology before pacing away.
“Shit. I should talk to him.” you stood up, breaking the contact of your locked hands.
“I’ll go with you.” you stared at Seunghan for a while, taking his words into serious consideration.
“No. Chaeyoung might see you.”
“I don’t care. Let her see me. I’m more than ready to run away from that house.” —the truth is, he wasn’t much prepared, but he was firm that mentally, he was ready.
“We’re only graduating. It’s too risky. What about the dreams you want to pursue?” your tone sounded of worry, and it made his heart weak, wanting to just run into you so you could take him in your arms.
“It’s you. I want to pursue you, Y/n.” his voice was a bit shaky, and it almost cracked, his eyes lured you to him, and he’d let himself melt in your embrace.
You’d eventually have a talk with Matthew, but it would be the next day. He was surprised to see Seunghan following behind you. He had many questions, and they were all answered, indirectly at most. He didn’t even bother asking most of what he wanted to, he could already see it from the way you looked at each other, or how close your faces were and how your hands brushed against each other, feeling too bashful to just hold one another —though you’d argue that you were only that close because you had to whisper, you were in a library after all.
It’s been two weeks, two weeks of exchanged glances and secret signals to meet each other in that room. It’d be after the first week when he’d let his guard up when you were being messed with by his sister or the others, for the first time, he’d walk in between you and another guy who was causing you trouble, and he’d grab for your hand, dragging you out of the room with him. You expressed your worry, telling him that you were used to it, that he shouldn’t have done that, especially when his sister was there to see everything. He told you he’d handle everything, and he did.
“Are you seriously choosing to be this stupid Hong Seunghan?” That night his sister bursts into his room with this query, evidently enraged, “You really want me to tell mom and dad?”
“Yeah, go ahead, and while you’re at it, I’ll tell them about your boyfriend too and how he fucked you into failing three of your classes.” his stare was daring her to snap back.
“You have no proof of that, do you?”
“I can get proof if I ask him, it’s not like he knows how much of a good girl you are at home, you pretentious fuck.”
“You can’t talk to me like that!”
“Oh shut the fuck up. You’ve been shit to me and Y/n ever since we were children. Grow the fuck up. Y/n didn’t do shit to make your life as miserable as you’ve made his.” Now he was no longer afraid.
It was only a year ago when he had thought about what he truly wanted, and then he’d realize that he was close enough to start fixing himself up, thinking of ways on how he’d go about everything, starting with moving away from his family as soon as he could —if they didn’t threaten him first. He had to secure his chances, cause now he was sure that his future plans involved you.
It was quite a surprise that the torment would stop, though you would still receive glares and you could still hear them muttering under their breath, they would never get too close to you again. You were even more surprised when Seunghan had approached you at your desk, and you could see the stunned expression on the faces that scowled at you.
“You’re not in trouble are you?” you quietly asked.
He places a hand on your shoulder, lowering himself to whisper to you, “I’m not, but I’m still not sure how long this will last. Let’s talk about it in our room later.” when he rose from your ear, he’d give you a light smile, walking out of the classroom.
When you were back in your room, he proceeded to tell you about his plans moving forward, he also told you about the fight he had with his sister. He was quite set on what he wanted to do, wanting to get a scholarship, moving out of his parent’s house, getting a job while still attending college, and in his own words, the most important of all, to be with you along the way.
“But, you know, you can tell me if you have plans that go against mine. It’s okay, I know you have goals of your own.” but if you were being honest, you were under so much pressure and fear for the future that you didn't even know what you wanted to do with your life.
“I want to be with you.” It took him great effort to not close the distance between your faces right then and there.
But of course, it was all easier said than done.
Your relationship would remain the same till you graduated, following the same pattern everyday, keeping things as discreet as possible for the both of you. After graduation, you were talking to each other every other hour of the day, thoughts about the next phase of your life spilling out.
You were nervous to finally receive the results of your entrance exams for all the universities you were able to apply for, out of five, you were able to get into two, both offering scholarships.
You were high up in the clouds, thinking about preparing for college. You actually had a life ahead of you now, and you were glad that you ended up with the same boy you had started your journey with.
You packed your stuff nicely in an old travel bag owned by your mom, who was no longer around, not dead, just decided she had enough of your mentally abusive father. You made sure to clean very diligently, so that your dad wouldn’t grumble about it after you’ve left.
You wanted to leave this life behind you, the redundant pressure you’ve pushed to yourself, just to please your father who had given you more pain than help. So that morning before you left, you made sure you were leaving for good.
“I’m gay.”
You had expected him to throw his cup of coffee at you, but he’d just chuckle, his raspy voice made you flinch. “I know.” he’d laugh even more when he saw the expression on your face, “I’ve looked through your computer. You know, there’s really not much I can do. You’re not hurting anyone for being with another man, so go, live your life.”
It was nothing you could have foreseen, but before you left, you just had to give him one last hug, uttering a soft little thank you.
“He really said that?” Now you sit in a park near campus, under a tree, smaller than the one from your cherished memories, but just as beautiful.
“I was surprised too. I’m not even sure if I heard him correctly.” Seunghan wrapped an arm around your shoulder, and you would do the same, wrapping an arm around his waist.
Your head laid on his shoulder, and his lie on top of it. He’d very gently rub circles on your shoulder with his thumb, and you could feel him sigh, chest going into a labored rise and falling back with ease. “I guess we could start with your idea.”
“The webcomic?” he’d hummed a response to your question. You sat up and faced him, your hand enclosing his own. “Our story would make for a good webcomic, don’t you think?”
“Hmm, you’re not wrong.” his lips would grow into a smile once he’d seen your beaming face.
It wouldn’t take much time before he let his eyes wander down your lips, and you’d take notice of it. You beat him to it, and it was you who would close the proximity, sending heat waves throughout his entire body. When you pulled away, he’d blink a couple of times. He was only about to hold the back of your head to pull you in closer. You laughed at his bewildered face, and he’d become shy.
“We can continue, my dorm room is probably empty, my roommate said he’d be out for a while.” you tell him, and he’d wear a smug grin making you cringe a little.
“Yeah. Let’s do that.” he couldn’t help but take a pause, taking in how ethereal you looked at the moment, or how soft your hair was that he found all excuses in the book just to touch it. “And while we’re at it, I should start making concept art, sketches and all that. I’m gonna need a full body reference.”
Your face would wrinkle at his words, lightly pinching at his cheek. “Respectfully, you’re disgusting.”
His sweet chuckle almost made you forget you were in a public space, in a park. Though there were not many people there at that time, you were quite wary, something that would take time for you to adjust.
So where did your ambitions take you?
After a year of college, you were both successful in selling your webcomics to a well known publisher —you could say you took longer than you should, given that most of your work time consisted of half-hour make-out sessions— and soon it would boom, and most people loved it, some were of course, a little less tolerant.
Other than that, Seunghan had to deal with his parents who’d eventually find out about your relationship, and to that he replied, “What do you mean ‘shame on you for dating a gay man’? I am gay.”
He’d make sure to add it to his bio in your favorite game.
21 / male and gay AND i have a boyfriend @bunzshh
Disgusting, you mean, disgustingly adorable? People could call you disgusting all they want, but it’s the twenty-first century, people should be worrying about climate change and the things that are actually causing harm to the world. Don’t worry though, your story could only end on such a sweet note, and if people hated you, you still had your man (and no other).
boyfriend (legal)
fuck u
my man (and no other)
u already did like 12 hours ago???
boyfriend (legal)
ur sick
kys 🤍 (come over plssss)
my man (and no other)
i will 🖤 (hehehehhehehehehe open the door veronica)
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