If You Love Me

Chapter 17: Unordinary is just another word for different

The smile of a devil skipped onto the lips of the bystander to the marvellous spectacle. The door winced with mercy for the entangled to beware of the imposter gazing from a distance, only it was no use. 

Instead Yoongi just had to slur his sweet little words. 

Turning on their heel, the onlooker takes a final peek. Then, phone clutched in hand, the word dial appears on the screen. 

Princess you say? 

What a far fetched title for a nobody. 

❈

Footsteps ghosted the corridors lightly, eventually drowning in the voices that sounded from the dining hall further north. Little Yoongi, dressed primly in the tuxedo the maids prepared previously, eyes shimmer with fascination as the dim lit chandeliers dash across the shadows of the east hall. 

Or rather... His hall. 

Something about the warmth attracts the unsteady six year old. The pastels, the laughter spilling the guests lips... and most importantly, the piano wallowing. 

He lets his head fall back against the wall and closes his eyes. 

That song... 

He hid the papers and sketches in the one place he was sure no one could find it; under the floorboard beneath his bed. So how is it... That they're playing the very melody he crafted and tuned in solitary? 

Without realizing, tears had begun to well along the edges of his disturbed eyes. 

But he shakes his head. 

He must be overthinking. 

Perhaps one of the maids discovered it while cleaning his room after the explosion of toys he left earlier in the morning. Surely they turned it over in kindness. 

Surely, she didn't steal his song to mock the grubby work of his six year hands as they slaved along the keys right? 

Though linked hand in hand with a new man, that doesn't mean she would change. 

Yeah... 

That's right. 

There's no way the smile of his one and only Madame could wilt into a cruel simper. 

Right? 

"Yoongi." A soft voice calls in a sweet murmur, nearly matching a whisper. A shiver flows down his spine and he lets out a whimper. 

No... no... 

The same voice commands his attention again, this time in a snap, "Yoongi!" 

He shakes his head, hands clamped over his ears. Their laughs... Those despicable laughs ringing his ears, make it go away! They're not complimenting him. 

No.

They're... hurting him. 

And she's just standing there.

A ripping sensation, one like claws tearing at flesh, rips through Yoongi's chest and all he can do is cry. "Make it stop!" 

"Yoongi!" 

Snapping to consciousness, Yoongi notes you hovering by his side, hand on shoulder, gaze glistening with worry. Hesitantly, he pulls away.

Is your concern fake too?