Demons | JJK

~ Chapter Six ~

''But that's not possible. She committed suicide right in front of me. I was there when she died'' I said as confusion laced my features.

''She was on the brim of death, but she was saved. In the hospital, before the doctor came out of the ward to tell you and your grandma about her condition, your mother had woken up, but she had told the doctor to tell you both that she hadn't survived.'' He looked at me with a sad look plastered to his face.

''So what about her grave? Is it empty? Grandma and I were there when they lay her body inside the coffin''

''Before the coffin was taken to the graveyard she filled it with a few rocks so that it seemed that her body was inside. Then she escaped''

''How do you know about this?'' I narrowed my eyes at him as I looked at him suspiciously. Something felt off.

He exhaled a deep sigh. He rubbed his temples and laid back on the couch in a more comfortable position.

''Look, I felt bad for you and your family about what my- no our dad did to you and your mother. I wanted to help you. When I found out about what he did...I ran away. I wanted to help you in one way or another. So, when I found out that your mother had died, I thought that there was something that didn't feel right. I searched all these years for the answer. I finally found it. I've seen your mom multiple times from a distance.''

''How do you know that, that person was my mother and not somebody else who looked like her?''

''She always wears a maroon hat that has two loops at the front. Does this look familiar? She always follows you around.'' He pulled out a picture that showed a woman with the same cap as Yoongi described. She was walking on the street that was next to the one I was walking on.

I looked at the woman closely and saw that some of her features were just like my mother's. 

What if she really is my mother? What if she's actually alive? Has she always been there?

Without me noticing tears streamed down my face and dropped on the picture in front of me.

Yoongi's eyes softened and pulled me in for a hug.

I soon wiped away my tears and pulled away from his embrace.

''You are a special girl Y/N. You have both your father's and mother's powers. Since our father was also cursed and you were the only child some of his powers went to you as well. Haven't you ever noticed that whenever the spirits harmed you the marks and bruises would disappear in a few days rather than after months nor would they scar. Even though, you are a girl, and the curse only runs in the men of the family, it went to you'' his piercing gaze stared at my eyes.

That's when realisation hit me. My eyes widened in shock at what this meant.

''Does that mean that I'm a guy AND a woman?!''

He suddenly burst out in laughter.

''No, stupid. I thought your grandma told you. In a family if both the parents or one of them have powers and only have one child, then no matter what their gender is their powers go to the child'' his gummy smile was still present on his face, as amusement danced in his eyes and slightly chuckled at me.

My cheeks burned in embarrassment. I do remember grandma telling me that.

''Shut up'' I mumbled as I slightly slapped his arm as his laughter continued to erupt from his lips.

''Okay, so when do you want to go looking for your mom?'' He said as all seriousness came back to his face.

''When does she follow me?''

''Whenever you leave the house, and your way back''

''Wow, I never noticed her. Okay, let's start tomorrow'' I was surprised at my ignorance to all of my surroundings.

''Can you make me some coffee please? I'm so fucking tired. At this point I don't even know how I'm gonna get home in one piece''

''Sure. By the way, thanks for telling me all this'' I gave him a genuine smile and walked towards the kitchen.

I came back to the living room with Yoongi's burnt coffee in one hand. What? He deserved it for making my breakfast cold. I'm still giving him coffee, so that's good enough.

I saw him snoring away on my couch once again. I rolled my eyes at his figure and placed the mug on the table.

I pushed him off the couch again.

''YAH'' I heard him scream from the bottom of the floor.

''WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU'' he said while getting up as rage shown evidently in his eyes.

''COULDN'T YOU FIND ANOTHER WAY TO WAKE ME UP?!''

''What did I do? And will you, for the love of god, stop screaming in my fucking ear?'' I said giving him an annoyed look. He still glared at me and I swear I could see a little bit of steam coming out of nose.

''Here's your coffee'' I pointed at the mug on the table.

I smiled evilly as he pulled out his hand to grab the mug. Seeing his wrist made my smile disappear. Just as his fingers were about to wrap around the mug, I grabbed his wrist which made him flinch slightly.

I whispered a small sorry and stared at the big bruise around his wrist as he tried to get his arm out of my grip. Gosh, for a guy he's pretty weak.

''What happened?'' I asked as led him towards the kitchen and grabbed the first aid kit.

''The spirits'' I looked at him confused.

''I thought you had the papers that are marked to keep them away''

''No. Why do you think I stole that page from you. My stock of those papers had finished, the stock that your grandma had supplied me with. I was getting tortured for three days straight and the bruises were so bad that they barely left'' he said as I wrapped the bandage around his wrist.

''Oh my god, how many did grandma give you that you survived five years?''

''Many''

''Well, I can certainly see that''

''Oh and if you ever need more, you can ask me and I'll give you some that would last you for, I don't know...three months I guess'' I smiled at him when I was done and led him back to the living room.

''Okay. Thank you, Y/N''

As soon as he said that his phone started to ring. He picked it up and went back to the kitchen to talk.

After a few minutes he came back and told me that he needed to leave.

When he left I noticed the mug of the burnt coffee on the table. I sighed at the fact that I couldn't prank him. I drained the coffee down the sink and placed my breakfast in the microwave.

Maybe Yoongi isn't that bad either. I feel really bad for him. He wasted his whole life looking for my mother.

He is a softhearted and nice person.

Very unlike my father