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

Chapter Seven: Found

Y/N's POV:

The art piece is due today, and we have to present it too.

I'm terrified.

My anxiety has been at full power since I woke up, and I'm shaking as I hold it with my hands.

But the thought of Jungkook beside me gives me a kind of comfort that washes all of the nerves away.

I clutch the canvas against my chest and take my seat. Jungkook isn't here yet.

Maybe he slept in. He wasn't on the bus either, he'll be here. For sure.

He has to be.

Time ticks by and the seat beside me stays empty.

My knees bounce and my fingers twitch as each presentation goes smoothly. My heart beats at an unimaginable speed and my stomach is filled rapidly with butterflies.

Tears start to flood my eyes as my nerves drive too deep into my brain. A million scenarios play inside my head, and the hope that Jungkook will show up is slowly disappearing.

He wouldn't do this to me. He can't. He knows what I'm like, he knows I can't do this alone.

Why?

Finally, my name is called, and my stomach drops to the floor.

I slowly stand up, pleading my emotions to stay bottled up, praying that I don't fall from my shaking knees.

I walk to the front of the class, and turn to face the students.

Suddenly I can't hear anything. All I can focus on are the eyes that burn holes into my skin, and I can practically hear their judgements. They're making fun of me. I know they are. They have to be. I know I'm not doing anything but they're definitely thinking something.

Out of habit, my foot taps the ground lightly, and I bite the insides of my cheeks.

I can feel my rapid heartbeat in my ears, and I shakily clear my throat.

Jungkook why? Why did you do this to me?

I open my mouth, but no words come out. I can't breathe. I can't speak. I try and inhale slowly, but it's not working.

I hear Mr. Park's muffled voice beside me, I think he's asking me if I'm okay.

But I can't get my body to turn to look at him.

Tears well up in my eyes, and the only thing I can think of doing is running.

And so I do.

I dash out of the classroom as fast as my feet can take me, I don't care anymore.

My anxiety filled tears stream down my face as I run out the doors.

Why would he do this to me? Maybe this was his plan all along. To just play with my feelings and leave me to humiliate myself.

It has to be, why else would someone actually hang out with me?

God, could I get any more stupid? Of course he played with me. I'm just the school's toy. Why did I think I was special to him? I'm not. He used me. This was his plan. He's a liar. I'm a dumbass.