Cinderella [BTS AU]

Chapter Eight

"Stay still. I don't want to mess up." Taehyung says while Yoongi is sitting on a chair in front of him. Taehyung starts to do the older one's hair. When the news of the ball was announced a few days ago, Taehyung got determined to make Yoongi come along. Just for fun and that was Yoongi can experience a party like the ones he always attends with his mother.

"You look amazing, Yoongi." the younger one looks at the work he has done. With some styling tips of Taehyung, Yoongi's clothing, hair and actually everything seem to fit him. "I swear, Prince Jimin will only look at you the whole time." a blush appears on Yoongi's cheeks. "You look great, too, Taehyung." the older one says, turning around to see Taehyung blushing.

"Is that person you like going to be there?" he asks. With a deeper blush on his face, the young male nods. Not much time passes before the two males arrive at the bottom of the stairs. Ready to go. Seokjin is already waiting in the hall. He looks nice as well.

"The carriage has arrived! We are ready to leav-" the woman stops her own sentence when seeing the three boys. In her opinion: one boy too much. "What do you think you are doing, Yoongi?" she snarls, looking at her stepson in disgust. "Everyone is invited, mother." Taehyung shows his boxy smile. "If so, that doesn't mean everyone should go." the woman looks down on the person who is not her biological son.

"I don't want to be seen or associated with you. You stay here. There are plenty more things to do. Clean the floor, again. Clean the kitchen, again. Frankly, I don't care what you'll do," the woman walks up to Yoongi. her high heels sound on the tiles of the floor. She stops walking, standing in front of her stepson. "You. Are. Not. Coming. With. Us!" the woman lashes out and her long, sharp nails leave a scratch on the boy's cheek. Tears threaten to fall down.

Seokjin wants to walk up to the boy to check up on the nasty scratch, but his mother stops him. "No, leave him, Seokjin. We're leaving. Now." the woman grabs the arm of her youngest son and the wrist of the older one. She drags them out of the front door and then continues the way to the carriage.

Yoongi feels so down. So sad. His stepmother hurt him. Both mentally and physically. It hurts. The way she makes him feel. She makes the boy who lost both of his real parents worthless. Not worthy of her concern, care or attention.

A few tears drop and several seconds later, the boy is crying waterfalls. He falls to the ground. Once. Only once he hoped he'd go somewhere. But no, she doesn't want to been seen or associated with him. To her, he should be invisible.

"Don't cry, my dear." a sudden voice speaks up. Shocked, Yoongi looks up from the floor and sees a woman surrounded by sparkles standing there. "How-How did you get in?" he stutters in confusion. "Your stepmother left the door open, my dear." she speaks in a kind voice. "W-Who are you?" the boy wipes his tears away with the back of his hand while standing up to face the woman. "I am your fairy godmother. Everyone has one and I am yours!" the woman smiles, showing dimples.

"But why are you here?" Yoongi frowns, not understanding anything at this moment. "I saw what your stepmother did. And now, I am here to get you ready for the ball." the woman snaps her fingers and a shimmery wang appears out of nowhere.

"Well, if you saw what my stepmother did, you also would know I am not allowed to go." Yoongi sighs, walking past the women to look outside the window at the stars. "Do you really care if she allows to? She has been nothing but cruel to you!" the woman walks up beside the boy.

"Well, let me see," she turns Yoongi around so he faces her. With a face of concentration, she looks at the boy. "You look amazing, but I can make you look fantastic!" with a few taps of the magical wand sparkles fly through the air. When the bright light of the sparkles dies down, Yoongi sees himself in the mirror of the hallway. "And? What do you think? Personally, I think you look the best!"

The woman has a big smile on her face. She's satisfied with her work. "You have a horse, right?" she asks, looking at Yoongi who is looking at himself in the mirror. The boy nods. "Yeah, I do."

"Great! So you can go to the ball! Don't forget though: the spell ends at 12 o'clock precisely." Yoongi nods, understanding that he needs to be back at home by midnight. With that being said, the woman waves and disappears in bright sparkles. Still amazed by everything that just went down, Yoongi rushes to the stables to get his horse.