Blood Stained Roses - Yandere J.JK. [1]

Eight

Your POV

At my chair, I watched the crowd. They seemed to be an ocean, heads bobbing up and down like waves. My midsection was still being squeezed. I felt like I was placed inside of a tight box that I couldn't escape. I was still drowning. I had been for more than thirty minutes. How much time had passed? 

He stood up, and everyone around quieted down. I stared at my empty, dazzling white plate. They filled my glass up with water since I was only a year away from drinking. I heard his voice mumble, talking to others. I could feel eyes on me.

My eyes were starting to swim in salty water. My hair covered some of my face. Tears dropped into my lap. Did anyone see the tiny sea I was creating? My mother was only a table away from me. I couldn't see her, so she couldn't see my eyes. But everyone else could. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see people. Were they staring at me, or him? 

I felt his hand place on my shoulder, and I jumped a mile high. My head snapped up. The tears were now gone, but I could still feel a small amount on my cheeks. Quickly, I swiped them away, hoping for the best that my makeup wasn't ruined. For a second I wasn't drowning. I sucked in a breath.

Everyone was staring, giving me smiles. I couldn't bring myself to smile back. I couldn't control my expressions. I must of looked terrified. I was. I wasn't terrified of him, though. It was because of my family, his family, and the thought of us being more than friends. It all seemed unreal. He wasn't married to me. He couldn't be.

I gave a quick glance up at him. He was giving me a small smile. I could tell he knew something was wrong. I thought he was going to help me, but he left me in my own hole. He looked back up at the audience with a smile, giving a few last words, and sat back down in his chair, his hand falling from my shoulder. My heart fell to my feet.

I looked back down at my lap. My hands were clasped, my nails bitten to the nail beds. My mother had cursed at me the day before the wedding. She said I needed to keep my nails pretty for the wedding. I went against her will.

His hand positioned itself on my back. I stiffened. "Come with me," he whispered in my ear. His hand slipped away, but in replace took my arm gently, pulling me out of my chair. I went along with it.

I saw people pass us by. They tried crowding around to speak with us. I heard him dismiss them, pushing our way through the crowd. Making it seem like he wasn't taking me away by my own will, I reached up and grabbed his hand, lacing our fingers together. I could feel my hands shaking, my palms sweating. I wiped the hand that was free on my dress. The dress wouldn't be missed.

The hall was empty. No one stirred. Everyone was in the dining hall. He turned to me, his hand still holding mine. Tears sprung to my eyes, falling down my cheeks. I bit my lip to hold back a sob. I hung my head in shame. 

"What's wrong?" he asked me, pulling me into an embrace. I placed my forehead against his chest, sucking in a breath. I was drowning in my tears.

"Everything's ruined," I cried quietly. A tear ran down my nose and fell to the ground.

His head placed itself on top of mine. His hand ran up and down my back comfortingly. But, very subtly, his hand stopped in between my shoulder blades. I froze up. "It's alright. You have me to come to. We're still best friends."

"Jungkook, why is your hand where it is?" I looked up. On his face was a grin that was mistaken for a maniac. I felt my eyes widen, but as I opened up my mouth to say something, pain coursed down my spine right where his hand was. I screamed.

"Do you like the rose?" he said in a low voice. I felt his other hand grip my waist. "It's our new beginning."

"Get away from me!" I yelled. The world around us was fading into a dark setting. The white walls were now grey, the lights above us a glowing black. The flowers on the table a few feet away wilted. They were the roses from the wedding.