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A Cat And A Mouse

Your POV

Of all the possible scenarios I could ever imagine, I never thought of this one. Here I am holding up my katana in fighting stance, ready to attack my weaponless opponent at any time, my mum. She stands there firmly, smirking at me and awaiting my next move. But instead of doing anything harmful, I just drop the sword and it lands with a metallic clatter that rings around the empty corridor. Instantly, as expected, multiple guards enter the scene. If you have power, you have protection 24/7 too so it's more than normal to expect a bunch of hulky men to appear seemingly out of nowhere upon one suspicious noise or smell.

"Dismissed.", Mum says and the guards all go before she returns her deathly gaze at me, "A coward is what you are, is that what you're trying to prove to me?"

"Yes Mum, I'm your soulless, mindless slave and I will abide by every commandment you give me. In other words, you win.", I say, "For now."

"Ah, I don't know why for even a second I thought you would give me some sort of reaction. You really are a soulless, mindless slave that has too much of a big head to contain for herself.", she comments.

I ignore it, "I'll be back in just a second."

I go to my room and fling my katana on to the bed and then return to her.

"Ready to go?", she peers towards me.

"Yes Mum.", I say simply and follow her in to the SUV that's already waiting outside.

The car journey passes in silence and I keep as much distance from her as possible. I can't bear to look at her yet alone call her mum but I keep a cool façade to prevent my burning insides to sear through. The winter seems so long, cold and lonely this year. The snow started in late October and it still coats everything as if it's permanent. And within a month it's February, I wonder if it'll still snow then as well. I wrap my black cloak around myself tighter even though it's warm in here, anything to serve as a barrier from Mum will do. The car slows and halts outside a building.

"Out.", Mum orders as if I wouldn't have if she didn't tell me.

I get out silently and stay behind her as she enters the building.

"Welcome.", an old lady greets.

Mum doesn't say anything, I bet that if she spoke to an old tailor, it would taint her so called reputation. I flash a small smile to indicate somewhat any warmness in the cold cold atmosphere.

"In here, we have a choice of thousands of fabrics in many colors and designs, we also have accessories.", the old lady continues to talk to herself as Mum wanders around, touching and mentally assessing everything.

"What color do you want?", mum asks me.

I don't see why she's asking me, it's obvious she'll choose and it will most definitely be black. Then I get an idea, "How about white?"

She winces irately as if I've hit her with something. White is the color of the Yang's and black is our color. Wearing white is an absolute social crime in our household and at a major event, it's consequences would be disastrous.

She pinches me hard, "Are you sane?"

"Very sane indeed Mum."

"You will not be wearing white under any circumstances, am I understood?", she says.

"I didn't hear you.", I tease her.

"Stop acting like a bratty three-year-old.", she scolds.

"I'm sorry, what did you say? The only brat I see here is a thirty-nine-year-old standing here. Look at the tailor, she talks to you so kindly yet you can't even respond to her due to your precious status. Now that's a brat.", I cackle.

Playing mind games with me won't work Mum.

She pretends to not hear me and carries on looking around the room.

Yoongi POV

As usual, before any event, my parents bring a tailor to measure me so that they can custom make an outfit. This specific event will be Y/N's birthday party. I've heard that they hold the most lavish parties for her, of course, she's the eldest third generation heir. Just like my brother, he gets the best birthdays too. But unlike every other year, this year they've invited us, the first time and most probably the last. I stand rigidly as the man puts the measuring tape around my waist. Sighing internally, I stare out of the window where the snow softly falls and coats the earth like pure white icing sugar on gingerbread houses. I long to be out there in my white cloak, riding Crystal.

"Straight young man.", the tailor says in his French accent.

For god sake, I just want to grab his goatee and yank it. How much straighter do I have to stand? I've been in the same position for the last hour, with my head up, hands up and back straight. It's normal for me to slack now, every joint in my body is aching. I get up straighter and give him a death stare. He just smiles back at me. Oh holy crap! How much longer?

"I'm finished with my work here.", he says as he packs up everything in his briefcase.

"I'll be looking forward to seeing you next time.", I mutter sarcastically.

"Same will I.", he says.

I just roll my eyes, does this man not get a hint? I guide him to the living room. On the way, the great chess board catches his eyes.

"Oh what a pretty sight. I haven't seen something quite like this before.", he perks.

"Please, just go to the living room.", I say.

"Can I have a little look at it?", he questions.

"No.", I say sternly, "No you may not."

I call Mum and she checks everything, finalizing the fabrics and the patterns. I go to my bedroom and collapse on to the bed. My limbs instantly relax and melt in to the duvet. Why is it so cold these days? For all the years I've lived, I haven't seen such a heavy, fairy-tale like winter. I look at the clock, this day is so long and within two hours, I'll be seeing y/N at her mansion for the second round of the katana tournament. As much as I'd like to say I'm ready to face her, I'm too tired now and she's probably going to skewer me like a cat to a mouse.