Chess Pieces | MYG & Reader

I'm Not Like You, I'm Worse

Yoongi POV

When I get out of my room in the morning, there's a buzz in the manor as always when there's been correspondence or news from the Yin's. I go in to the dining hall for breakfast and an automatic update on what's going on because almost all the family decision conferences are informally held there during meals.

"Good morning Yoongi.", Granddad greets.

I internally sigh and answer, "Good morning."

"How are you dear son?", he asks.

"I'm doing just great.", I say.

They haven't been talking to me for ages now ever since I lost against Y/N in the first round of the katana tournament and suddenly today Granddad himself greets me with a warm smile and starts a conversation. How exactly do I know that this buzz today has something to do with me? I sigh out loud this time, this runs in the family. You can't trust your own family members when you're so powerful, everything is a game of manipulation. My brother comes and takes the seat next to me.

"What's up little bro?", he quizzes.

"I'm annoyed, tell me why they're all acting so kind.", I order.

"Oh come on little one, can't they act kind to you jut because they're your family. Everything doesn't have to be a game.", he teases with a playful smile.

I don't return the smile, "Don't try it. I know well enough as do you that everything is very well a game in our lives. Now don't twist up crap and tell me what's going on.", I repeat.

"I'm not sure you want to hear it though.", he hesitates taking on a serious tone.

"Just get it done with.", I prepare myself mentally to get hit by the blow.

"Little bro's getting married before me.", he smirks cheekily.

"What?", I question.

"The Yin's gave a proposal for you.", he delves in to the details.

"Great, just great.", I mutter, "And what was the answer from us?"

"They said yes.", he reveals.

I take an apple with me in my pocket and go back to my room. I get out my phone and text Y/N.

Yoongi: what the hell?

Y/N: about what?

Yoongi: who the hell made the fricking proposal??

Y/N: don't ask me, not like I'm happy

Yoongi: this better not be one of ur moves on the board

Y/N: please, im bad yh but im not this bad

Y/N: it was mum

Yoongi: and u didn't stop her?

Y/N: she's my mum, do u think there's anyway to stop her?

Yoongi: I guess not...

Y/N: exactly man, I don't want this

Y/N: I'm nineteen and I've got a life ahead of me

Yoongi: I don't wanna get married either

Yoongi: r u fine thinking that I do wanna for a second?

Y/N: stop acting like this is one sided

Yoongi: ur mum's fault tho

Y/N: I know and u know that every relation is a business relation, she used me

Yoongi: that's true as well tho

Y/N: btw, if u don't know, since ur lovely granddad agreed, we'll be getting married one month after the ball

Yoongi: what ball?
Y/N: the one for my mum's social image on my birthday

Yoongi: wow, u rlly got it hard

Y/N: talk about it

Y/N: im not in the mood to talk, I'll be seeing u later today at the second right

Y/N: hopefully ur more prepared this time

Yoongi: oh i am, don't worry

I throw my phone across the room on to the bed and using the pocket knife that I always carry, I carefully peel of the skin of the apple in delicate spirals. The crimson color of the peel reminds me of Y/N's lips and the white flesh inside resembles her flawless skin. I bite in to it aggressively, my hunger overwhelming me. What life have I been born in to?

Your POV

There's one thing I want to do more than anything right now, scream at all the paparazzi and tell them to leave, but I can't be asked. When my mum made the proposal earlier today, I literally thought I was doomed, and now I am. And the Yang's accepted it so smoothly as well as if it was a family collaboration planned from before. I rub my temples and scroll through my contacts. Mum, Dad, my cousins, Granddad, Grandma, Jennie... of Jennie. I press her number and delete it without another thought. She doesn't deserve to be here. The only non-family contacts I have are Yoongi and my friend, Chaeran. I desperately want to talk to somebody to console my heart in but I don't know if I can any longer trust Chaeran, after all, Jennie was closer and what she did will leave a scar forever. I decide to take my worries outside, maybe the wind will be able to whisk them away for a short while. Putting on my black cloak, I take my katana sword with me so I can practice. In the corridor, I bump in to Mum.

"Oh sweet dear, I haven't seen you all day lovely. How are you?", she asks all innocent.

"Move out of my way.", I say roughly.

"Oh, now that's not the way I raised you princess, you don't talk like that to your mother.", she says.

"I said out of my way.", my hand self consciously slides to the katana sword.

She notices the sharp movement of my hand too, "What're you planning to do cutie pie? Butcher your mother?"

"I'll do it if I have to, don't leave that out as an option.", I threaten.

"Aw, and the pretty white cobra bites too.", she laughs, "You're not going anywhere. You're coming with me to decide on your dress and the other arrangements for the grand ball."

She grips my hand and I forcefully get out of it, "I don't know you anymore. Don't try using me again."

"Ah don't worry; I never knew you. You were always my tool to victory.", she says.

I inhale, even though I could guess that, her saying it out loud kills me in another way. I get a strong will in me telling me to slide out that sword in my belt and use it against her but I control myself, "I know that. Out of my way, I won't say it again."

"I don't give in to orders, but you will.", she says slyly and kicks the sword which is in its sheath on my belt.

It flies out and she takes it in to her hand. The movement she just did is only for the most highly skilled katana fighters. It's a move I've been trying to perfect millions of times but it never works well. One time I even slited my arm because the blade moved out too fast, resulting in it cutting me. Having a katana sword is a major protection but if you're opponent can carry out that move, the weapon can turn in to a danger for yourself. She stares at me and I maintain eye contact.

"Are you going to butcher me then?", I challenge.

"As you said, I will and don't leave that out as an option you inferior.", she says.

I leap forward and kick the sword out of her hand, it's a gamble since my moves aren't up to that level but I just about execute it and the sword's back in my hand. Back in my hand and ready to be used this time. I told you, I'm not like my mum, I'm worse.