unfair play // jjk

12 // teach

[Jungkook's POV]

My eyes shot open and I gasped for air, unable to see the space around me.
I sat up straight and caught my breath, rubbing my eyes hard before opening them again. When my eyes adjusted, the room was dimly lit with the early morning sunrise.
I looked at the floor around me to find pictures and albums scattered as far as feet away. I ran my hand through my hair and wondered when I did all this, but it quickly flashed through my mind and it came back to me.
I gathered all the loose pictures and placed them back into their slots in each album.
I packed the box back up and found the corner of a paper sticking out from underneath it.
I pulled the paper out to find the same letter Hyemi's had written for me when she left me.
I rolled my eyes and threw it in the box.
I shut the box and dragged it onto its shelf, shoving it into the bottom slot.
I sighed, wiping my hands clean from the persistent dust, and turned the lamp off that I had on.
I stood up, legs shaky and checked the time.
It was only just after 5:30 am, so I decided to get up and eat.
I made myself breakfast and ate in my kitchen with the soft bustle of early risers bleeding through the open windows.
When I finished, I packed my bag and went to the washroom. I looked in the mirror and leaned in close, examining fine details on my face.
I stood back, running my hand through my hair and gripped my hair in my hands tightly.
-
When it came time to leave for school, I left 10 minutes earlier than I usually do. I turned to lock the door behind me and started to walk down the hall.
On my right, my eye caught a glimpse of the number 511, and I stopped walking.
I turned to my right to stand in front of Hyemi's door.
I hesitated, lifting my hand to knock when my arm froze in mid-air and I didn't.
I clenched my jaw tightly, squeezing my hand shut before lowering it again and stepping back from the dark oak door.
My head felt heavy and I slowly turned back, making my way to the elevators at a slower pace.
I dragged my heels and stuffed my hands in my pockets, somehow wishing Hyemi would come out and call for me.
Stop wishing for her, I told myself, she broke you.
I swallowed hard, taking one last look at her door before turning the corner and picking up speed to the elevators.
I pressed the button going down, as I waited for the silver doors to open.
When they did, I got in without hesitation this time, and pressed the ground floor button, shutting the doors quickly.
-
I arrived at school earlier than usual, noticing that minimal people swarmed the halls nor the classrooms. I took my seat silently while the teacher worked at hers.
"You're early," She spoke while writing something down on her desk.
"Yes, ma'am." I said, almost shyly.
She smiled at the paper resting under her red pen. "It's a nice sight."
I smiled at my hands slightly. "Thank you, ma'am."
The classroom fell back to its silent state. Minutes went by, and students began to arrive, breaking the calming silence I was enjoying as my eyes begged to shut.
Class began, and everyone was present; excluding Hyemi.
I stared at the empty desk in front of me and blinked slowly.
I thought about every place she could be, but she didn't have far to go.

Stop thinking about her.

I pondered every possible place.

Stop.

Every person;

Hyemi, where the hell are you?

But I couldn't stop thinking about her.