If You Love Me

Chapter 21: Unlikely Stranger

"I've been waiting a long time for you... Son."

Yoongi watches the last thriving rose petal tumble to the cold floor. He pops a sarcastic simper, "Don't call me son."

As if to really showcase her apathy, The Madame snickers to his ungrateful hiss. After all, she fed him, bathed him, essentially kept him alive while he was under her wing - it's only fair he feel some kind of shame and return the favour.

"My my... Already antsy to attack me after a long awaited reunion? What a pity, I really do like you. Guess the feeling isn't reciprocated." Her lips curl into a mocking pout. Yoongi's ears prick with blazing rage in the form of a deep scarlet and his breath wonders in gasps. "You fucking kidnapped me!"

The screeched kidnapped makes the middle aged woman halt mid-circle. Yoongi notices her gloved palm tense despite her best efforts to conceal any smudge of the pathetic little humane that possibly remained.

In a flicker of the moment, she adopts an air of nonchalance, "Oh no, honey this all simply one big misunderstanding. You know how much I've missed your company." She sings smoothly through an obviously plastered grin, woven exactly like how you would see on television.

When The Madame reaches Yoongi's bound grasp, she hunkers down low enough to hold steady eye contact. She points Yoongi's chin upward, "Or dare I say... My company."

Yoongi's lips melt into a hard line.

The Madame grins, breaking her claw-like nails into his skin, "Now tell me. Where the hell are the papers?"

Yoongi winces, still managing to look her dead in the eyes. "I don't know."

"Liar." Her gaze narrows. "Why does everything have to be so difficult with you? Imagine how your mother would feel knowing her precious boy has no respect for his step mother."

Yoongi thrashes his head back and laughs dryly, "She's been giving you the middle finger from heaven - they've got no rules about cursing devils anyways."

"You-!"

"What? Upset that I hwuted your fweewings? At least some of us knew to never give you the company. You don't deserve it." He observes with gradual amusement as her tight expression shatters into insecurity. "You never deserved my father. And you deserved to be cheated on. You deserve everything that can make you suffer-!"

A loud crack whips throughout the acoustics of the grand hall. The Madame retracts her rudding hand from Yoongi's cheek, cradling the cowering limb in her grasp. "You don't know anything!" She growls.

Yoongi grins, "At least I know you're a waste of space." 

Her painted face, now flushed in a maroon-scarlet twist and muddled like a crying infant, emits an image of pure rage. "Guards!" She snaps, "Take him!" 

Swift to obedience, the two guards by Yoongi grab at him, ripping away at his screwed arms. At first Yoongi strains to fight against them in a series of winces but soon falls silent knowing he doesn't stand a chance.

"One way or another... I want an answer. I will get an answer."

The gold-crested door slams.

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You're unsure of how much time passed and how many shots you downed but something undeniable is wallowing in the pit of your stomach. Be it the alcohol or guilt, neither feel great.