Okay so I'm gonna create a new account as my new writing account because I dislike my shit not getting attention from the same people who asked to be tagged in shit😃
Okay so I'm gonna create a new account as my new writing account because I dislike my shit not getting attention from the same people who asked to be tagged in shit😃
Enhypen hyung line reacting to you crying because of something they did
Warnings: they're assholes and there's a scenario surrounding food. Also just one curse word and light yandere here and there
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Heeseung:
It wasn't like his bullying was unnoticeable. He constantly picked on you over the smallest things, always being in your face but never hurting you.
You were already feeling down when you got to school, you'd completely forgotten you had to put up with him for the day.
Standing by your locker, getting your books, he shortly arrived after having spotted you from a mile away. He smirks to himself as he thinks of a way to bother you.
You held your books in your hands one second, the next they were on the floor, having been slammed down by Heeseung. You just stared down at the messed up pile of books, blocking out the annoying words coming out of his mouth.
"Hey! You listening to me?" You were unresponsive and he didn't like that. He bothered you for your attention and here you are giving him none. But it's until he hears your sniffing as you bend down, he realizes he's gone too far. The last thing he ever wanted was to make you cry, even if he did enjoy picking on you.
"Tsk," he bent down, collecting your books much to your surprise and shoving them in your arms. You got up with them in your hands. "So clumsy," he muttered to you before walking away, you still standing in the hallway, shocked by his actions.
Jay:
He was more on the physically bullying side. Constantly pushing you and knocking into you, all because he wanted to feel you so naturally he wanted to turn it up a notch, wanting a stronger reaction out of you.
You were exhausted from having to do so much homework last night. You didn't really come face-to-face with your bully but you had a gut feeling you would at some point.
Unfortunately for you, he walked past you, randomly shoving you into the lockers and calling you some obscene name before marching away. You are already close to your breaking point when he did that but finally he broke you.
While you were away from your desk, he emptied a water bottle on your books, completely soaking all your hard work of the night before. Once you sat at your desk, you began to cry. He wasn’t one to feel guilty about his actions towards you but he never really intended to make you cry, especially that much.
He walked over to the group of the top students in class. "Hey," he said in a rather domineering tone before pointing at you.
"You see that person? Go help them with their work," he demanded. "Or fucking else, got it?" The group scramble away from him to surround you, seeming to comfort you as well as help you the way he wanted
Jake:
This boy never wants to make you cry. He indirectly picks on you, pranking you from a distance and laughing at your reactions. Or he tells someone else to do it so he never feels guilty since he didn't do it himself.
You're a little on edge about your schedule for the day as they changed it, realizing your p.e class was before maths and your maths teacher hated anyone being late to their class. You decided on lying to your teacher about not bringing your gear so you wouldn't have to change clothes and could hurry to class.
You sat on the side, waiting for p.e to end when you spotted one of Jake’s friends, knowing that he must be close by. You weren't scared of him, he never carried himself like that. You just wanted to stay out of his way.
End of class rolled by and you ran down to where everyone's bags were only to see yours was stolen. You searched and searched frantically, getting more worried as the students collected their bags. You knew for certain you'd get in trouble for being late.
It was only until he saw your crying face that he realized he went a little too far. He felt guilty, making one of his friends take it back to you.
When you wiped your tears away, he felt a little better about himself, sticking to smaller bothersome things.
Sunghoon:
He always acted cold and mean towards you. He picked on you, pushed you, called you names and insulted you to your face but never to the extent where you'd cry. But he seemed to want a bigger reaction.
You were rather hungry that day, having not eaten the night before or the morning from being late. You'd only managed to grab a bottle of juice, hoping you'd last the day.
The period before class was a free one so everyone around you stuck with friends, leaving you to get in some of that juice. You seemed rather excited to fill your tummy with something, placing the bottle on your table. After opening it and plopping a straw in it, you swung your feet as you enjoyed your juice before it was ripped out of your grasp.
You looked up in shock and disbelief as your tummy grumbled, watching Sunghoon down your juice in seconds before tossing the bottle away, giving you a small smirk before walking away.
You started crying, knowing you’d have to stay hungry throughout the day and it was going to be a long one, especially with the inability to concentrate when you haven't eaten.
He saw you crying at your desk and didn't enjoy the thought of you crying as much as he thought he would. He shoved his hands in his pockets, poking his cheek with his tongue as he walked away.
Break time came and you were on your way to your locker, not feeling so great. It wasn’t enough for the school to let you go home so you had no choice but to power through it.
After putting the next few period's books in, you moved away from your locker only to have it slammed in your face by the boy leaning next to it.
Sunghoon reached into his pocket, pushing money into your chest to which you hold onto. "Eat something proper, idiot," he said harshly, shoving his hand back in his pocket and strutting away. You looked at the money in your hand, surprised to see how much it was. You looked back up to see he'd disappeared, almost as if it were a fever dream.
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