My demon

Jungkook POV It's a new morning like always. The pink cherry blossom outside show us that it's the beginning of spring and the flowers and plants blossom in a bright green and every single color. My alarm clock wakes me up at 5 in the morning and school just starts at 8 but I need to do some things before it starts. I groan softly while getting up. It's not that I have problems with it, no, but yesterday evening I studied cause I have an exam today. I change into new clothes and brush my teeth. After that I leave my room carefully cause I don't want to wake up my mom. She works hard for both of us every day from 7am to 8pm. It hurts me to see her like this cause every day she comes back after a long, rough day and looks so tired and exhausted. Since my father left us she needs to work more so we can have an apartment and all the things we need but it's very hard because sometimes the money doesn't fit at all. So this is the reason why I have a part time job as well. After school I work in a cafe but only to 4.30pm. After my job I go home to do my homework and do some housework as well to help my mom. It's just the two of us in our small home.... I still have an older brother, his name's Junghyun but he lives far away and only visits sometimes but it became less. The last time was months ago. To be honest I don't really miss him much because he gives our mom the fault why our father left us. He left Junghyun as well but he doesn't understand it. He just wants an Appa and gives our dear mom the fault on everything. But she's a good person and a strong & wonderful woman... I only have her. I walk to the kitchen and begin with some work. The house needs to be clean too and yesterday I didn't have much time cause of the exam and my job got a bit stressful. It's not that my mom forces me to do this, of course not. She always says "My beloved Kookie, you know you don't have to do it. You're my sweet and strong son. I'm so proud of you and I can't believe you're just 16 but I wish you don't have to do it" I believe her words. She looks at me with this sad but still lovely eyes so I want to do it. She does so much for me so I can do this for her. I clean the living room, the bathroom and the rest but not the kitchen. The sun shines through the light purple curtains and I open the two windows of the living room. We have red and orange flowers standing on the surface and I smile by the beautiful colors of the leaves. The melody of the birds echoes in the wind and makes the morning better than usual. My mom has to wake up soon and my stomach growls for some food so I decide to cook breakfast. Toast with eggs and coffee for my mom while I drink cold milk. While cooking I hum a song I listened to in the radio yesterday and hear sudden footsteps. 'Morning mom!' I greet and turn to the 1.65m high woman with short brown hair. I am just 1.72m but I guess it's the puberty and I honestly don't mind my high. I have other thinks to worry about. 'Good morning Kookie!' She smiles and looks to the delicious smelling eggs in the pan and to the living room. 'Since when are you awake?' She raises an eyebrow worriedly and I guess she saw that I cleaned. 'Not for long mom really... I.... just could't sleep and so I thought I could do this. You seemed so tired yesterday.' I lie the first part cause I know she feels bad. She breathes in deeply and tries not to say more. 'You made coffee too? God Jungkook. I truly don't deserve you!' She smiles softly but I shake my head. 'You do mom!' I smile and put the eggs and gold-brown toasts on plates and serve them to the small table which is perfect for the two of us... It's 3 years now that my father left us but my anger grows day for day for him. I can't forgive him and won't, never. 'Mmmmh this is so delicious Kookie. Who taught you that?' She asks with dreamy eyes and I'm proud she's relaxed. 'The best mom, you.' I giggle and to be honest it's not all of her. The internet teaches me too but the smile on her face makes me smiling. 'I saw you with a book in your hand yesterday. Do you have an exam?' She asks and I take a sip of my milk and nod 'Good luck' She smiles and bites into her toast and I give her one in response. Even when she works almost the whole day she looks after me. 'Jungkook... I will come home a bit later today cause a colleague of Donghyun is sick.' She tells and my eyes widen in sorrow 'B..but.. 'No buts Jungkook! I have to and you know that. We need the money and it doesn't fall from the sky.' She explains and I know she's right. I don't earn much in the cafe but it's still something so I can buy some things for us like groceries. 'Kookie I don't like to ask that but we don't have much groceries left... c..could you' I know what she wants to say.. I saw it as well as I took the eggs 'Don't worry mom. I will go grocerie shopping after my work shift.' I smile and watch a reliefed but stressful experssion. 'And you're really just 16?' She laughs and finishes her breakfast. 'Thank you. it was really good!' she looks at the sink and at the plates but before she can say something I do it instead. 'I'll do the dishes mom. Just take a shower and drive to work. I'll make you some lunch with what we have left in here.' I tell and carry them to the sink. She gives me a soft peck on my soft cheek 'You're wonderful Kookie you know that right?' She says but I just nod. I don't like when she talks like this. When I'm this wonderful why did father leave us? I try to distract myself by the cruel thoughts and look for something with what I can make lunch for my mom.. Okay, we really need groceries! I take the bread, cheese and butter and make her two sandwiches. We still have a bit of veggies so I put that into a box and fill the coffee into a to-go mug for her as well. I replay the song in my mind and relax as the sun hits the kitchen counter. I check the time and it's just 6:42.. I didn't need as much time as I thought. I could have slept a bit longer but hey it's okay and besides I'm glad. I did what I wanted to do... The days are like this since my father left us 3 years ago and half a year later, Junghyun left too... Sometimes I wish someone would come, someone who could help me and my mom to have a better life. It breaks my heart to see her suffering and this exhausted but I can't do something against it. My father doesn't't even give her money and he knows our situation... I hate him.... I hate him so much.. I look up as my mom enters the kitchen. She wears her office clothes because that's her first job. After that she works in a drugstore. 'This is for you' I tell and give her the lunch I prepared. 'Could you buy me some tooth paste?' She asks and I nod. 'I'll go now. Have a great day and good luck with the exam.' She smiles and pecks my cheek softly and then the door closes and I'm alone. Alone like always. Today I'm more thinking about my dad or our situation, my life. I hate moments like this so much.. It makes me feel lonely and so, so alone. It's unfair that we live in a small house while my father lives.. I don't even know where but he doesn't send us money.. That's just so unfair. I do the dishes and grab my school bag. I still have an hour left but nothing needs me here and I already do the work so I leave as well. I grab my phone which is already a bit old but I can call someone and listen to music and this is what I need now. It makes my mind calm. Why can't this be a good day? Why can't nobody help me? Help my mom? Why do I feel so lonely when I'm with people? I arrive at school and already walk in to wait in my classroom. I see my friend hasn't arrived yet. I'm sure he still sleeps like the others and so I sit here, alone in the classroom, listen to a soft, sad melody and hope that on some day someone will come and help.. Someone who makes me feel better... Loved. I place my head on my table and dooze off 'Kook! Jungkook..' I groan while open my eyes and pull my headphones out. I get greet with my friend Kim Namjoon. 'Hi there.' I greet him shyly and he sits beside me. 'What's with you? You seem so tired. Didn't you get enough sleep?' He asks with his deep voice but I shake my head. 'It's okay. I'm fine.' I reply and hope he won't ask more. He and Hoseok (he works at the cafe I work too) are the only ones I would call friends... maybe Kim Seokjin, Namjoons boyfriend too. I talk to them, ask about their lives and such things but nothing about myself. I don't tell them about my problems because I don't like it. They can't help me so why should I tell them about my problems? I also don't want their pity eyes on me. Namjoon just looks at me and nods but seems deep in thoughts... He knows I work after school and he once asked me how I can do that and still be so good at school. I just blushed and shrugged my shoulders. I can't explain it but it's nothing special. 'Good luck with the exam.' He winks friendly like always 'Thanks. You too hyung.' I smile and the teacher enters the room ---- 1:30pm - school's end --- 'Bye hyung!' I wave at Namjoon who holds hand with Jin, his boyfriend. He smiles and waves back like Jin. ''Don't overwork.' He calls after me and I chuckle and rush to the cafe. I'm glad the teachers were lazy today so this gave me the chance to do the homework after the regular exercises. I take the bus and then walk to the cafe. 'Hi Jungkook! Nice to see you.' Hoseok greets me and whenever I see him and his red hair I have to smile. 'You too hyung!' I smile and take on the apron. And like every day I bring the coffee and sweets to the guests.. I like this job here. It's nice and I really like Hoseok. He was the one who gave me the job after all. Most people don't really like 16 years old boys working like me but Hoseok saw more... Maybe he had pity but the most important is that I have one. He's just 24 and owns his own cafe... I lean against the counter and look at the cheesecake.. It looks so delicious and I'm very hungry. I forgot to make me lunch as well but I guess I have to wait. My shift will end in one hour and then I can buy groceries... I catch a voice of a costumer and look up only to see Hoseok's eyes on me. My whole insides scream in panic. How can I be so dump and look at the cake like this? Now he thinks I'm even more pathetic and things like this. I gulb down, look away in shame and rush to the costumer. 'One coffee latte maam!' I say and give it the woman. She is older than me , maybe 40? She looks up and down on me but I can't read her eyes. I'm sure she thinks the same like the others that I'm too young. I bow down and take the empty cups and plates of the costumers and rush to the sink. I'm glad I can go home in 30 minutes. I'm so hungry... I wish I didn't forget my food, I think I will die... ---30 minutes later--- I take off the apron and breathe in relief. I can go shopping now and I think I buy some cake mix... My insides scream for something sweet. I just want to leave the cafe as Hoseok calls after me. He has a plate in his hand and smiles softly 'Here.... It's 2 days old so I can't sell it tomorrow and I don't want to throw it away so for you!' He says and my mouth waters by the heaven looking cheesecake. I blush ashamedly cause I'm sure he only gives me this cause he caught my glance on it but he doesn't have too. The cafe isn't even closed yet. 'Take it Jungkook.. You worked hard!' He smiles and so I take it. He's so nice to me 'Thank you hyung.' I smile shyly and feel embarrassed and glad? 'Nothing to thank for. Have a nice evening.' He smiles and I leave after telling him the same. I make my way to the supermarket while I eat the small piece cheesecake and it is so soft and fluffy, creamy.... It's been a long time since I ate one and the idea of backing something hits me..... I don't know what to do so? My stomach flips by the feeling of baked cookies or cake. The thought about cinnamon. God I really like cinnamon. It reminds me on Christmas but I could eat it to every time. --- 1 hour later --- It's 6pm as I walk home while carry two full bags of groceries... They are a bit heavy and I can't wait to arrive home. A family catches my eye.. A father who plays with his child while a woman smiles at them. I guess it's the mother. The ache in my heart comes back but this time it's stronger and tears well up in my eyes. I blink them away and tighten my grib on the bags while look at my front. I walk to the right and breathe in relief as I catch our apartment just 7 meters away. I slow down my pace and suddenly the sky gets darker. Cold wind blows through my hair, makes me shiver. I look up and widen my eyes by the almost black, grey cloud over me and take two steps forward... Then another and another and my door is just 3 meters away but then a loud thunder fills the street and I jump up surprisedly while the bags fall down. I try to collect my fast beating heart and breath and need to go into the house. I'm sure it will rain and the thunder was so loud it almost broke my hearing. I hate this sound.... I lean down to grab the bags and some groceries which fell out and put them back in. I hope the eggs didn't crack.. I can't go back and want to bake.. Another thunder follows but this time it's not as loud as the first one but still loud. I've always hated them... this thunders but I love rain.. After collecting everything I hold the two bags tightly and get up only to look at a black, strong something. I don't breathe and just look up to see a man like I've never seen him before... He is tall, a little taller than me and has blonde hair. He has a sharp jaw line and his forhead is covered with blonde fluffy bangs which shine silver in the light.. His hair look messy but it makes him hot but what frightens me are slight sharp ears and his intense red eyes which look down into mine. Red? Why are they red? Are this linses? But it looks so real. His eyes aren't the only thing which makes me curious and frighten... He wears a black tank top, tight black ripped jeans and a long, black leather jacket which reaches his knees. In the middle of his top hangs silver chains which builds a cross on his chest. It makes him even more handsome and mysterious just like elegant and aesthetic. I take in a breath and realize that I hold it the whole time. A smirk makes his way onto his red lips and he opens them 'Hi there.' I feel my cheeks getting warmer by his simple words and gulb down only to feel my dry throat. His voice is so deep... Why does he have such an effect on me? My heart and pulse rush like crazy just like my blood. 'My name is Park Jimin and I'm the demon king of the world Busan.' The handsome man tells and I blink at his words. Demon world? Demon? Busan? Is he kidding?!