The Angelina's Demonata

*Chapter 6*

Jimin:
We got into the house and started to tidy up bits. I cleaned the glasses on the floor while he sorted boxes by the sink.
I was picking up a big piece when it fell out of my hand and slid across my palm.

"Ouch."

"Baby you ok?"

I got up holding my hand and walked over to Yoongi.

"Cut myself."

"Come here babe."

He held my hand underneath the tap and turned it on. It stung abit but I found comfort  in leaning into his chest.

"You ok baby?"

"Mhm....I love you." 

"I love you too."

He kissed my neck and snuggled there. I think after this we need a nap and food.

We finished tidying the lounge and kitchen, luckily his room wasn't effected we quickly tidied the bathroom but Yoongi didn't let me tidy his parents room whatever state is was in he didn't want anything ruined, that room had to many memories for his liking.

We went back downstairs and relaxed on the sofa, Yoongi sat down and I straddled him. I just wanted to be as close as possible , I put my head in the crook of his neck and breathed in his scent he did the same and wrapped his arms around me.

"I need to sort everything out."

"Which first?"

"My fathers funeral."

"We will don't worry love."

"I want to go see my mother."

"Are you sure baby?"

"Mhm can we go now?"

"If you want to sweetheart."

I got off of him and put my shoes on when I finished he came up behind me and held my hand.
We got out the house and walked down the drive. He asked one of the guards to take us to his mother. He looked a bit surprised but soon understood. He walked with us for about a mile down the street and pointed to a modern building.
We went inside and it was very different to the outside. We got to his mothers door when he stopped and turned to me.

"Jimin?"

"What's wrong baby?"

"P-please...never leave my side?"

"Of course"

He kissed me before he looked at the door and slowly walked in.

We went in the room and there was a small section before the cell where visitors could sit down without actually being in the cell.
We sat down on the two chairs and she sat up from the floor.

"Well hello my dear son oh and who's this?"
I hid my face in the crook of his neck and held his hand.

"You will not talk to him and I am not your son...not anymore"

"That's not what biology says darling"

"I don't care you killed my father why?!"

I could feel tears start to stream down both our cheeks but that didn't matter.

"Oh...that little pathetic excuse of a man"

She looked awful rough hair ripped clothes her eyes were black and her wings they.....they were black.

"How dare you! You have no right to kill his father."

"I'm not allowed to talk to you my dear so I'll ignore you."