Talk to me, Demon. |JEON JUNGKOOK DEMON AU|

Chapter One: New

It has been approximately two years since my sister got murdered in that alleyway. Since then, I've went from top student to slacking, a healthy weight to underweight, happy to depressed, surrounded by friends to being lonely.

I drag myself out of bed like usual, not caring where my feet take me. I begin my normal routine; brushing my teeth, showering, packing my backpack, getting dressed. It's all the same old thing, nothing particularly new.

I swing on my backpack. drag my feet downstairs, and out the door.

Standing there on the porch is my dad. As usual, with a lit cigarette placed in his mouth.

I muster up a small smile. "Good morning," I say.

He turns to me, takes out the cigarette, blows a puff of smoke out of his mouth, and says, "Good morning."

I keep walking straight ahead, down my driveway until I'm stopped by the sight of a long yellow school bus and the sound of its tires screeching to a stop.

The bus driver pushes open the doors and I step in, swiftly climbing the stairs. I flash the driver a quick smile before walking down the aisle into my seat at the very back of the bus.

I pull out my phone and earbuds from my pocket, plug them into the headphone jack, slip them into my ears, and put my playlist on shuffle. I take off my backpack, place it next to me, and sit down.

It's relaxing, this feeling. All of the cluster and noise that's taking place on the bus is drowned out completely by the sounds of every beat and note of the song, and the soft cushion of the earbud. The sight before my eyes is the same old neighbourhood I've grown up with, all of the familiar houses in whites, blacks and light blues slowly drifting from my view.

After my sister's death, my whole world began crashing down on me; as if killing off my best friend wasn't enough for the world's punishment to me. My dad and I slowly drifted away from the happy and close relationship we used to have, my grades dropped significantly and I went from an A student to a C. I lost all of my best friends because of my mood swings and sudden silent treatments, and my grandparents stopped visiting me. I began becoming depressed and lonely, I stopped doing my homework and skipped classes daily.

I know I should've moved on and showed my sister that I'm strong, I know I should've been brave and faced this tragedy, I know I should've stayed happy for her, but I didn't. I was a fool and let my walls crash down, or dare I say; helped my own walls crash down.

I've stopped trying at this point, because there is no point. Everything will just repeat itself. But I'm scared it'll get worse the next time.

The bus comes to an unfamiliar stop. Its tires screech and the doors push open.

A stranger climbs on the bus confidently, his head held high and a smirk plastered on his face.. Everyone stares at them in confusion, curiosity, and even awe.

I come to the realization that he's heading for the back seats. I turn my head back towards the window and continue to stare at the scenery before me.

In the corner of my eye, I can see him looking at me with curious and confused eyes. He stares for a moment, before slipping into a random seat.

He seems cocky, but I shouldn't judge. He was probably surprised at my presence. Nobody ever notices my existence anymore unless I'm right beside them or something. But they'll end up moving away because they think I'm weird.

I've grown immune to everyone's strange looks, and looks of pity when they know about my sister's death. I know about everyone's secret whisperings about me when I walk past, or the way they step back because they don't want to touch the depressed, quiet, weird girl who never looks up. They're afraid my emptiness is contagious.

We stop in front of the school, and everyone files off and into the doors. They meet up with their other friends or run to class with their binders in hand.

I'm the last one off of the bus as usual, and I calmly and patiently make my way into the school, passing by familiar and unfamiliar faces.

My first class is Art. I know, blessed. Starting my day off with my favourite subject is the best thing to ever occur to me.

After setting my backpack and coat in my locker, I weave through the crowded hallway and step into the Art classroom. I sigh at the calming sight of other students' works and pieces, varieties of clay sculptures and brightly coloured paintings all lined up around the room.

I head towards my seat in the back corner, sit down, and place my pencilcases on top of the wooden desk.

Everyone soon files in, taking their seats and making small talk with their classmates. The bell rings; signalling the commencement of the first class. Our teacher walks in, and I expected him to be alone, but he's not. A boy tails behind him, his eyes wide and examining the walls around him and the curious heads that now face him.

I slowly realize that he's the new boy that goes on my bus. He has messily cut light brown hair, and he's quite tall. His eyes are round and big, and his lips are a light tint of pink. His toned muscles slightly peak through the white collared shirt he's wearing, and a neutral facial expression shows on his face.

Our teacher, Mr. Park, motions everyone to settle down, and the class quickly falls into silence. He gives us a small smile, and begins to speak.

"I'm sure you've all noticed the new face. Student, why don't you introduce yourself?"

The boy bows in a perfect 90-degree angle. "Hello, my name is Jeon Jungkook. Please take good care of me." He straightens back up and flashes a small, lopsided smile.

Cute.

"Thank you, Jungkook," Mr. Park states, "Fortunately we have exactly one extra seat, right beside Y/N. Y/N, will you wave please?" Mr. Park asks politely.

Great, the new kid has to sit next to me.

I smile and wave at him, and the boy smiles back and nods.

"Thank you," Mr. Park begins, "Go ahead and take a seat, Jungkook."

The boy smiles and nods, and quickly walks past the staring students and sits in the desk next to me.

"Now, today, we are going to be starting a brand new project. It is actually very good timing when Mr. Jeon decided to join our class. The project, is a partner project." Mr. Park states.

Everyone groans and mumble out words of disagreement, but me and the Jungkook boy stay quiet.

"You won't be able to pick your partners because of that now. Thank you." Mr. Park says.

Everyone lets out small sighs and glare at the ground, but I'm glad. Nobody would want to be my partner anyway. So, it would be pretty embarrassing.

"You will be partnered up with the person beside you. So Jungkook, you're with Y/N." Mr. Park says.

Oh great.