#dwad3

jungkook stared at you, eyes wide but trying to keep a calm look on his face and he was failing miserably. he can’t figure out what he needs to say, what he needs to do. you know? fuck do you know? he needs to play dumb and that is something HE KNOWS for sure because despite wanting to just ignore you. he can’t. but he can’t have you knowing what and who he is. he just can’t. it would be to much for you. or at least that’s what he’s thinking anyway. 

 “uh.. what?” he asked curiously, feigning innocence and you shook yourself from the ridiculous thought and offered a small smile. “sorry, nothing, never mind.” you turned and began walking. jungkook let out  a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding and he followed after you without saying anything else. chewing his lip as he followed behind you. “how did you find me?” you asked him turning slightly to see his face. eyes on him, and he finds himself wanting to touch you. but he doesn’t obviously. 

jungkook shrugged. “i followed after you, after i hurt your wrist.” he explained. “i didn’t notice the guy though until after you came out of the train station.” of course he was lying, he had noticed him but he couldn’t do anything out in the open. especially not being an ‘idol’. why he’d ever agreed to t hat was beyond him, though having millions of people screaming his name was something he quite liked. but he’d felt it, felt that danger you’d been in and at first he’d ignored it. 

but ignoring such a pain in his chest was difficult, especially when the other members began questioning him about why he was acting strange. it wasn’t until taehyung had told him something was going to happen that he’d turned to smoke and completely vanished from the dorm altogether. just to get to you. and when he’d found you, a rage had built inside of his chest until he’d FINALLY managed to get the man who was advancing on you and of course he knew everything. he could hear his thoughts and what he planned on doing. 

it was a sad day when more people were more demonic and evil than him, actually it irritated him. you irritated him. yet he tried so hard not to blame you for any of it. you had been a child, and it had been his own fault for thinking it didn’t count. jungkook followed you until you reached the apartment building. you looked up at him, eyes gleaming with unshed tears and it startled him. “Y/N are you crying?” he asked quietly, he wanted to stop that, you crying, wipe away any tears that threaten to seep over. “what?” you shook your head. “no..” you sounded genuinely confused and it made him wonder if you had been traumatised. jungkook took hold of your arm, the demon himself was confused. 

the tears that were threatening to spill over to roll down your cheeks, confused the demon so much. had the man that advanced on you really got to you that much? “i’m okay.” you told him and you turned, with shaky hands brought out your keys as you walked into the building. the demon followed, eyes never leaving you once. why does he feel like there’s something else? why the fuck does he even care? wetting his lips he follows you right until you reach your door. “do you want to come in?” you ask unlocking the door you look up at him, for being younger than you he sure is taller than you. 

“i should head back. i just wanted to.. make sure you got back okay.” he told you and he sees that small flicker of a smile making your lips twitch. “i’m okay. thank you.” You respond to him and he offered what feels like a smile but is more like a grimace instead and he wets his lips. “see you monday.” you tell him and you close the door, only once you’re inside does he lean against the wall, just to listen to you. he’s listening to make sure you’re okay and for a good few minutes he thinks that you are. 

but you break down completely and his eyes widen as he hears the heart wrenching sobs that normally with anyone else wouldn’t bother him. he feels it in his chest, a pain tightening his own heart and he clutches at it as if it’s going to help. but it doesn’t. with every sob he hears from you, that pain grows and he finds himself sliding down the wall gasping for air, just like you, on the otherside of the wall are doing. the demon doesn’t understand what’s happening, he really doesn’t and part of him doesn’t want to understand. he grasps at his chest one last time before he managed to move out of sight of any cameras that he’s now just realised are there and he evaporates.  

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monday morning comes rather quickly much to jungkook’s annoyance and irritability. he’s gotten severely worse over the weekend, which the other members have noticed. he’s unsure himself if it’s because he wants to see you or if it’s because your presence makes him at ease and nervous all at once. he’s walking through the building, and  it’s taehyung that stops him from going anywhere. “what’s going on?” he asked. in fact it was more of a demand. the demon stares at him dumbfounded until he understands and he sighs. “i don’t wanna talk about it.” he went to move past and he’s stopped. “jungkook... i ‘m psychic, not stupid. you’re not yourself. what’s going on?” 

jungkook sighed instead of saying it out loud, the demon touches his friends hand placed on his arm. and taehyung sees everything. “so it’s... her?” he asked. “she’s the one that you-” he began and jungkook stopped him. nodding. “yeah it’s her.” taehyung mutters an i knew it under his breath and jungkook rolls his eyes. “so.. what are you doing about it? didn’t you.. for years blame that one kid for everything?” taehyung asked and jungkook chewed the inside of his cheek. “yeah i did.. and i’m trying.. i’m trying really hard to keep blaming her. and it’s not working.” 

“it’s not working?” taehyung asked and jungkook shook his head. “no it’s not working. i.. can’t explain it. it’s driving me crazy. ...insane even. i don’t know what to do.” taehyung stared at him, able to see distress his demonic friend is going through and he frowned. “you need to face it. you can’t keep.... doing this. you’re gonna end up hurting someone. probably Y/N.” he tells him and jungkook looked at him. “what if that’s... what i have to do? hurt her.. to get everything back?” he asked and taehyung stared at him like he was crazy, opening his mouth to speak. 

but is stopped by a voice. “sorry... can i just.. talk to mr. jeon for a minute?” the voice asked and they both turned, seeing you standing you seem a lot more timid and nervous than you had, you had seemed so at ease the other week. taehyung took  a glance at jungkook who nodded and taehyung patted his arm, taking off. jungkook kept his eyes averted until you spoke. “i.. didn’t get to properly thank you.” you whisper and he looked at you, holding out a bag towards him, confused he took it, taking hold of it. “thank you.” and with that quick thanks you’ve turned and you’re disappearing around the corner. 

jungkook took a look at the bag, inside is some home made food, his favourites and he looked back up. of course there was the internet, so that’s probably how you knew. but still, it made his chest constrict in a way it never had before. get a grip. you’re a demon, you fucking idiot. he scolds himself in annoyance. he needs to stop you from knowing anything.  you deserve better than that. this. everything.  just as he looked back down at the bag something glinting catches his eyes and he looked at it. setting the bag on the nearest table, jungkook lifted it out taking a good look at it, his breathing stopping. a small pendant with a thin leather strap, like a bracelet. but the pendant, he frowned as he looked at it and his eyes widened. two pinky fingers being crossed.