Make A Wish | PJM

Chapter Twenty One

It has now been a week.

A week that Yeona has been seeing Felix all over school.

She has been seeing the demon in the weirdest of places here; the courtyard, her classroom, even the restroom's mirror reflection. What frightened her the most was that she mistakenly misinterpreted her English professor as Felix, earning her an hour lecture about judging people by their looks.

Who can blame her? The profoundly mysterious demon is, well, a demon.

As a matter of fact, not one guy wanted to believe her words. One classified her as crazy (her brother), and one attempted to help her, but later on gave up and called her crazy as well, that being the one and only Jimin.

And she thought Jimin would be the solution to all of her problems.

Ha.

She was now situated once more in her art class, drawing a person with lurid shades and contrasting colors for her midterm exam. Immensely focused on the facial structures of her person, she pauses as she examines the person's face, and tilts her head in utter confusion.

The face looks exactly like,

Fucking Felix.

Oh for the love of—This bitch isn't even a guy! It's a girl—what the fuck.

She stares at her drawing and gasps when she sees the mouth curving up into a smirk, then winks. Yeona looks around to see if anyone else is getting the same predicament, but flinches when she sees that she's in an empty classroom.

What in the—

Yeona abruptly stands up from her seat and walks around the empty classroom. She goes back to her drawing to only see a blank sheet of paper yearning to be written like the rest. She eyes all the unfinished drawings from the students, the teachers canvas abandoned, and the paint still anew from the mural on the wall.

"Yeona."

Yeona turns around and searches for the person who called her unannounced, only to be met with a now pitch black classroom. Standing in the mist of darkness now, Yeona's adrenaline rushes through her veins and examines her surroundings, remaining alert at all times. She eyes the classroom in a full 360, and meets eye to eye with bright red eyes lighting the ominous shade of black from that corner of the classroom.

Heart almost ripping out of her chest, the sound of her heart beating concludes the only sound being heard between the two. She struggles to swallow the lump in her throat; struggling to speak up to the mysterious bright red eyes that are now partnered with a luminous white smile; a smile so cynical, the color of her face foretells the fear in her eyes.

"Yeona, darling, don't be scared. It's just me."

The smile curves up into a devilish smirk. The crimson eyes now closed shut, leaving the smile shining in its own. Yeona narrows her eyes at the nickname, now realizing who she's dealing with, for quite some time now. She squints her fearful driven eyes for the light switch, and successfully manages to walk halfway, but gets pushed down to the floor by a force. Her mouth open in awe, she attempts to stand up, but the force is too strong for her liking.

Giving up, she exhales loudly, as if she's been holding in her breath ever since she's got here. She looks up and sees a man standing in front of her, eyes so bright and smile so shiny, that these are the remaining light sources poorly illuminating the classroom.

Yeona rolls her eyes at the man looking down at her, she shakes her head and chuckles humorlessly, startling the man without intention. She finally swallows the lump in her throat and speaks with a shaky voice,