Discipline || Yoonmin

A Loving Mother

~1 Year Earlier~

February 2016

The first time she had met him.

His hair had been as white as fresh snow.

Now.

It was a delightful blonde.

Its true shade undiscernible.

Intriguing.

Daunting.

So much so that she had only one desire.

To run her fingers through it.

All in a desperate attempt to understand its shade.

It was silly.

It truly was.

Yet.

She loved him too much.

"Haruka."

Far too much to fuss over the details.

"You don't even like books."

Far too much that they had been sitting in the Tokugawa Mansion library, for at least an hour now and she had yet to even think of grazing a book.

Hence, bringing her back to Min Yoongi's knowing smile.

More precisely.

To the cherry red scarf hiding his lips from view.

All the more to accentuate his deep gaze.

"I'll keep watching." She whispered before averting her gaze from his. "Maybe I'll end up liking them."

"Watching?" Yoongi lightly chuckled before hiking his scarf higher over his nose. "What happened to reading books?"

"One step at a time." She giggled right back at him before leaning down on the table separating them.

Propping her cheek onto her palm, she could now take a closer look at him.

It always amused her. All of her father's men completely dressed in black. However, the effect was different on Min Yoongi. His black sweater should have hugged his figure. Instead, it loosely hung around him. At times, accentuating his slim figure. Only to make one guess something else altogether the following minute. Quite on the contrary, the same could not be said for his jeans. Torn at his knees, they always managed to hug every inch of his toned legs.

Not that she could see much from where she was.

"Can I help you, Miss Haruka?"

So much so that she had found herself sitting up on her knees.

Only to peer closer.

To the point of her nose bumping with Yoongi's.

No words could describe the small yelp that escaped her lips as she sprung away from him. Nearly flattening herself onto the tatami as she raised her hands to her lips. Thus, forgetting that something needed to stop her momentum.

"I can see everything." Yoongi teased as he rested his elbows on the table.

"I'm in a kimono." Haruka countered.

All the while fussing with the said kimono. Though it was, as she had clearly stated, a kimono. It had been latched on so perfectly that nothing had been out of place. Nothing but her hair.

A fault that Yoongi had easily dealt with.

Carefully leaning forward and tucking it at the back of her ear.