the good guy J.JK

ch.5

after a few minutes of walking around, we found ourselves on the second floor.

"this"he pointed to a door "is mrs. park, super nice lady. I'm friends with her son actually"

his smile was bright and welcoming, my whole being feeling comfortable around him almost instantly.

"i-is this your first class too?"I ask shyly, popping my knuckles.

I atleast want to know someone in my first period, I mean isn't first period always the worst anyway? everyone's cranky in the morning.

he lets out a chuckle, then begins to walk to the right. there's definatly confidence in his stance, but there's also something else I can't point out that doesn't just show in his stance, but I see it when he looks at me.

"yes, she is my first period, I have every class with you accept for 3rd and 6th period"

"o-oh"I stutter, following him down the hall.

-

It took half the day to show me all my classes, aswell places like the nurse, or cafeteria.

speaking of the cafeteria, that's where I'm heading right now.

there are three different lunch period and I have second lunch.

when I walk into the cafeteria, there's teenagers everywhere, but I'm looking for one in particular. my brother.

but as I look around some more, I realize he probably doesn't have this lunch period and I'm probably just gonna have to eat alone.

actually, I don't like eating alone, so I just make my way over to an empty circular table in the corner of the room, as far away as possible from every human in this room.

as I sit down my eyes scatter across the room, just to make sure i didn't just look over my brother, but as I'm searching I catch someone else's eyes.

despite being caught, jungkook doesn't look away, but instead simply sends me a smile and stands up, strutting his way over to me like he's a king.

anxiety shivers thru my spine, I don't really know what to do other than look away from his strong, confident gaze.

the chair next to mine scrapes as Its being pulled from the table and sat on by Mr. beautiful himself.

the feeling of his eyes is terrifying and I can't look at him.

"are you enjoying it here?"his voice fills my ears, causing me to look at him.

"I-I, yea. I geuss"

good guys scare me, bad guys scare me, pretty guys scare me, guys just scare me.

guys will always be the thing I fear the most.

"you seem tense"his hand rest on my shoulder, massgaing gentle as his words sooth me.

my anxeity faded a bit, but I'm still on high alert, all men are the same right?

"so your from busan?"

I look at him, searching his eyes for how he knew that.

"the principal told me"he said with a smile.

I smiled back."yea, I miss it"

"I'm from there too ya know" he speaks with a grin. "i moved here for this school, but I always try and visit busan on the weekends, or I did"

"why'd you stop"I ask, curiosity bubbling on my tongue.

he smiled at me, a smile that somewhat scared me as it sent shivers down my spine.

"because 'my love' moved here"

"your love?"I question.

"yea, she moved here, so I don't have a reason to go back to busan except, to visit my grandma" he speaks, the smile never leaving his face.

I smile back, not knowing what else to do.

-

"so how was school, Y/N" my mother asked as she stood infront of my door.

"good I geuss" i answer with a shrug of my shoulders.

"alrighty then, we're ordering pizza. anything specific?"my mother speaks with a smile, one covering her saddness aswell as her tired facade.

"pizza? it's like eight mom"

she lets out a laugh, a fake one at that.

I know she didn't sleep at night, I know she hasn't been sleeping at night. I haven't either tho. who can? none of us are catching a wink of shut eye with the utter disappointing fact that my father aparently killed himself.

"nope"I answer, avoiding my deep thoughts.

with that she leaves my room.

I sigh and stand up, walking over to my dresser and grabbing some clothes to lounge in.

as I find what I want, I pull of my shirt and unbuckle my bra, not careing that my Windows blinds are open until a flash of light just like the one from the night in the office forces me to pause all my movements.

someone just took a photo of me undressing and I garantee its the same person who snapped a photo of me leaving my dad's office with the planner.

feeling scared, I grab my clothes and get in my closet, changing in there instead of out in the open.

is it to much to ask that I feel safe in my own home?