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

Chapter Eight: Love

Jungkook's POV:

My chest aches. Maybe it's my heart.

I have to do this. She won't disappear if I don't.

I'm doing this for you. Please. Go.

I will the tears in my eyes to stay, and I ball my hands into fists, resisting the urge to pull her into an embrace.

"Why?! Why are you acting like you didn't just disappear from the world?!" She shouts, her voice breaks.

Because I didn't. I was right here.

I don't answer.

"Why did you leave me to do the presentation alone?! You knew how I was!" She exclaims, and another pang of guilt hits me in the gut.

I had to. You wouldn't have hated me if I did otherwise.

But why are you still in love with me?

It practically radiates off of her, like warm waves.

"You don't understand." I whisper.

"Understand what?! That I'm just your toy?! Yeah, I got that part a long time ago." Tears slowly stream down her face.

Stop.

Stop crying.

"It's dangerous to be with me Y/N. Just go." I'm becoming weaker and weaker at every word she says.

My fingers twitch. I want to wipe her sadness away.

"Why? Because girls will make fun of me? I don't care." She steps closer.

I back away.

"Just leave Y/N, that's not it. I can't tell you. Please."

"No! I'm not leaving here without an explanation. You don't think I deserve one? You think I'll just walk away from here without a word from you? You're keeping all of these secrets from me, even when I deserve to know. You know what that does to a person?!" She's a mess. I'm aching. She needs to stop.

She takes another step closer, and I step back.

"Y/N, if you don't stop nagging me I'm gonna force you away from me."

"You can't. Try me." She taunts.

She takes two steps forward, she's in my house now, and I panic.

"Get out. Please."

She steps closer, and now we're inches apart. My feet won't move.

"You can't break me." She whispers.

Her lips brush mine, and that's when I lose it.

I shove her against the wall and crash my lips against hers, holding her waist.

I shut the door with my foot and I'm lost in the feeling of her soft lips moving against mine. The pink lips that I used to stare at when she spoke.

Wait. I need to stop.

I force myself off of her, and my heart aches for her again.