your bully has been obsessed with you for years, and you finally lean into it
warnings: obsession. mentions of homophobia. comphet implied.
you never understood yeonjin's obsession with you.
it started young, when you were just two girls existing in the same world, but living vastly different lives.
yeon-jin, the golden child, the untouchable queen of your high school, wrapped in designer clothes and cruelty, and you—the girl who had nothing but the same pair of sneakers everyday and a mother who worked herself to the bone just to keep the roof over your head.
the girl had everything. yet, she watched you. she followed you everyday with those sharp eyes. she insulted you, laughed at you with her group of friends as if she needed to remind herself that she was better than you.
except she wasn’t... not really.
at night, when she stared at her ceiling, when her mother’s words rang in her ears...
'keep that filth to yourself, yeon-jin. no daughter of mine will ever think about being with a woman'... she thought about you.
not with hatred, but with hunger.
yeon-jin never wanted to believe it, not when she was younger, not when you escaped to college, finally slipping through her grasp and bullying, and certainly not when she married a man and had a child, convincing herself that this was what her life was meant to be.
however, she saw you again.
it had been seventeen years. seventeen years since you had turned your back on all of them...her, sa-ra, hye-jeong, jae-joon. many years since you left behind the torment, the suffocating weight of yeon-jin’s presence.
now here you were now. successful. powerful in your own right without the help of your parents or nepotism.
yeon-jin hated how good you looked.
you were sitting down when she found you, one leg crossed over the other, your stylist slipping a pair of sleek heels onto your feet.
your chauffeur stood outside, holding an umbrella to shield you from the rain you had apparently been too distracted to check the weather for.
"y/n," she said, your name rolling off her tongue like something sacred.
your head lifted. when you saw her, your expression barely shifted, only the smallest flicker of surprise flashing across your face before you masked it behind indifference.
"yeon-jin," you greeted smoothly, brushing a piece of lint off your lap.
"it’s been a long time."
she smiled. the kind of smile she always wore on tv talking about the weather.
perfect. practiced. controlled.
"it has," she agreed, tilting her head, "but i wonder… have you been avoiding me?"
you scoffed, amused.
"it’s not like we were ever friends, yeon-jin."
the woman's smile twitched, just barely. however, you continued, glancing at her with something softer, something more distant.
"i heard you got married," you said.
"and you had a daughter. congratulations."
she should’ve just said thank you. she should’ve nodded. she should’ve smiled that fake smile and let you slip away again like you always did.
she didn’t.
instead, she tilted her head, and with a voice as casual as if she were commenting on the weather, she said,
"it should’ve been your daughter."
you froze.
your stylist hesitated, fingers pausing against the strap of your heel.
"you heard me," she murmured, "it should’ve been your daughter."
your pulse kicked up, something sharp clawing at the edges of your mind.
"we’re women," you said, like that was the strangest part of all of this.
yeon-jin laughed, sharp and full of something bitter.
"don’t be fucking stupid," she whispered, stepping closer, close enough that you could smell her perfume, could feel the warmth radiating off her body.
she reached out, tracing a single finger along your jaw, and you swore you stopped breathing.
"did you really not know?" she mused, her voice quieter now, almost taunting, "all those years… you never noticed?"
you thought back.
the way she always found a reason to talk to you, even if it was just to insult you. the way she watched you when she thought you weren’t looking. the way she took so much pleasure in making your life hell, but never in the same way she burned dong-eun, never in a way that truly left you broken...because maybe, deep down, she never actually wanted to hurt you.
she just wanted you.
your throat went dry.
"leave us," you murmured, barely turning your head toward your stylist.
the woman hesitated, looking between the two of you, before nodding and slipping out of the room.
the moment the door shut, yeon-jin moved.
the woman's hands curled into your collar of your expensive grey trench coat, and then she was kissing you.
it was harsh, desperate, the force of it knocking the breath from your lungs.
you didn’t kiss back at first, your mind still catching up with what was happening...who was kissing you.
she didn’t stop.
the weather girl's hands fisted into your clothes, dragging you closer, and the frustration, the longing, the pent-up obsession poured into every movement of her lips against yours.
then, before you could think better of it, you kissed her back.
you shouldn’t have. you knew that.
you did.
yeon-jin's nails scraped against the back of your neck, her teeth grazing your bottom lip as if she had been waiting years, well decades, for this moment.
when you finally broke apart, her breath was heavy, her lips red and swollen.
"you hate me, don’t you?" she whispered.
you swallowed.
"yes," you murmured.
yeon-jin's fingers curled against your skin.
"good," she whispered, pressing her lips to yours again.
this was how it started.
no one knew about this continuing affair, except for sa-ra, hye-jeong, and jae-joon.
jae-joon hated you for it.
jae-joon glared at you from across the room whenever he saw you with her, since he wanted yeon-jin for himself.
however, yeon-jin wasn’t letting you go, not now and not ever.
