RED | j.jk

chapter eight • ❤️

SHORT CHAPTER

lunchtime came. my stomach has been empty all day, but still, i wasn't hungry. i just sat there, motionless, waiting for time to pass so this day could be over with.

i felt something, i could feel the tension in the room shift. almost instantly, i met eyes with him. he showed up.

jungkook took a seat at the table with his friends. they all were laughing and joking about something, but jungkook and i held our stare. it's almost as if he could feel how miserable i was without him being at school.

i stand up and head for the cafeteria doors. i felt his presence follow me outside.

"where have you been?" i question without turning to look at him. you would think i'd be happy to see him, but instead all i could feel was anger. i am angry at him because i know that he knew how i was miserable today. i don't know how i know but, i know.

"why don't you tell me?" he throws me for a loop.

"you can feel me, can't you?" jungkook questions, not even giving me the chance to reply. "you can feel me when i walk into a room, but when i'm not there, you feel nothing."

"how do you know that?" i ask, turning to look at him now.

"because, that's the exact feeling i've had with you since the first time i saw you. i've been living in hell ever since..." he explains.

"gee, thanks..." i utter.

silence floods over us for a period of time as we look at each other.

"i had a dream." jungkook speaks up.

"i thought you said you can't sleep?" i furrow my eyebrows.

"i can't, but this dream was like i blacked out from reality... did you feel it too, last night?" he asks, looking worried.

"no? i-i can't remember if i had a dream or not." i explain, my mind searching for anything that i could've dreamt of last night. it comes up with nothing.

"oh... i'm glad." he whispers.

"was it a bad dream?" i ask, watching him shove his hands in his pockets.

i could see his eyes travel down my face, to my lips as he opens his mouth to speak, "it wasn't bad. i... i need to go."

"what? why?" i ask.

"i just need to... sorry, y/n." he utters before walking off. i stand there, dumbfounded. what the hell just happened?