Cursed || KimTaehyung

The Spell

You are staring at the painting while you're daydreaming. It's the same painting from the hall earlier.

After storming out of the living room, you took it with you.

There is something with the painting that it makes you want to keep it.

Also your grandmother said that you had to. You won't take the risk that your grandfather would throw it away.

Those last days, he pushed your grandma away. He don't want to hear her name, think about her or even talk about her. It won't surprise you if he would throw all her paintings away.

You sigh deeply while laying down on your bed. Hugging the painting with closed eyes makes you feel relaxed.

A few minutes ago, you texted Chodae and Jimin. To tell them you are home and also to thank Chodae for everything. They saved you and they were there for you when you needed them the most. 

You didn't text Taehyung. You probably don't even have his number but you won't say thank you to him.. Maybe later.

The words from your grandfather keeps haunting in your mind.

'Drop the demon attitude and behave like a normal Monsterhunter for once!'

You squeeze your eyes tight while you breath in. You try the think about something else but the only thing you can think of is Jackson.

He knows something about the murder of your grandmother. He knew about her death without you mention it.

Also the demon that attack you knew him. No coincidence for sure.

You will find out what Jackson is hiding, even though it's the last thing you do.

When you open your eyes again, you look at the clock next to your bed.

6:43 AM... Taehyung will be here soon.

"Why can't I go already? Maybe I meet Taehyung while I'm walking." you say to yourself.

Your grandfather won't mind if you leave the house now.. Isn't it?

You put the painting in a empty box under your bed and take your backpack before leaving the room.

It's useful that the painting isn't that big. You can hide it easily.

While walking down the stairs, you hear your grandfather sleeping on the couch. "This is my chance.."

Opening the front door very slowly, you walk out of it. But after taking a few steps, you feel dizzy.

"What?" you say confused but keep walking.

With every step you take, you get sicker and weaker. It feels like there is someone pushing you backward to the house again while slamming a hammer on your head.

You keep walking with small steps but not long after that you fall on your knees. You hold your head that is hurting like hell while the world starts to spin.

"Come here and the pain will go away."

Your here the voice of your grandfather but it sounds far away.

You turn around slowly while crawling back to the front door. The closer you get, the better you feel again.

When you reach the door, you stand up to meet your grandfathers eyes. He looks quilty for a second but turns then angry.

"I knew you won't listen to me."

You stumble a little and hold yourself up against the wall for support. "What the hell was that?"