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Toxicity

Yoongi POV

I'm beginning to wonder if I was the cat or the mouse in yesterday's tournament round. Y/N looked so drained and tired that she could barely hold herself up. I kind of felt bad for competing against her yesterday but it was the only choice I had. We were only three minutes in to the game and with one sudden move from me, I managed to make her drop the sword. But it still didn't beat her record of defeating me in twenty-seven seconds. The family's proud of me today. They're serving me as if I'm he oldest third generation heir. I go to the dining hall.

"How're you doing my son?", Granddad asks.

"I'm ok.", I say.

"Poor thing, you look so tired, it must be all the fighting from yesterday. The way you won was amazing.", he says, "Here, have some toast."

I clench my teeth as I take the toast he hands to me. Yes, I won but you don't have to rub it in to Y/N's face, "She probably would've beat me if she wasn't so tired."

"Why do you say such thing?", Mum quizzes, "You're clearly a better fighter than her."

The toxicity surrounds me and suffocates me, "I'm done, I'll be taking your leave now."

"Not so fast dear, we have a few things to discuss first. Besides, these days you barely spend any time with us.", Mum comments.

Does it look like I want to spend some time with toxic devils and manipulators? Instead I say, "What is it?"

"It's about the marriage. We're wondering why the Yin's so randomly proposed the idea when they had just refused a proposal from us about your Uncle. Do you know?", Grandma questions.

"No I don't.", I lie. Y/N told me it's because on of her apparent friends betrayed her and snitched on us meeting each other.

"Oh we're just wondering you know. That Y/N of theirs is such a gem, a beauty and so smart as well. A shame that they're handing her away to us so easily.", Granddad brandishes his knife as he says it.

"Ok, can I go now?", I ask, annoyed.

"You can.", Dad dismisses.

I don't head back to my room, I just go straight out on Crystal and ride her to my second residence, "Good girl.", I say as I hand her an apple.

Apples are the evil fruit. Pretty and alluring. Just like Y/N. Oh the way she made me fall for her so easily, I can't wait to bring her down and reduce her to a pawn. She doesn't deserve to be anything more than that on the chess board. My bad thought overtakes me, all the while as I stare at the basket of apples.

Your POV

I'm at my second residence once again and I spot Yoongi on his horse. I quickly get up on Ebony and slowly ride her down hill. Hiding behind a tree, I watch him carefully. He's feeding his horse, the red apples that are my favourite fruit.

"Mind if I take one?", I swipe an apple and bite in to it.

"What was the point in asking if you were just going to take it anyway.", he states.

"Oh you know, just some manners.", I mock.

His skin is so so soft, almost like the snow and his black eyes have so much shine.

"What're you doing here?", I ask.

"Keeping my distance from my toxic family.", he spits bitterly.

"Oh ok.", I raise my eyebrow.

I get of Ebony and put her in the stable next to Crystal, the two horses instantly connect. I haven't realised this before but his cloak looks extremely similar to mine, just in white. I hold on to the stable for support, yesterday at the tournament, he wounded me so bad that I can only limp. I make my way to him.

"Are you ok?', he looks concerned.

"No thanks to you.", I mumble.

"Sorry about that, it was an accident" He apologises.

"I don't care. You apologising won't help my leg heal faster.", I limp towards the mansion.

"Let me help you.", he holds my back and my shoulder.

I shake him of, "I'll be fine on my own."

"Look Y/N, you told me that night you weren't a monster, neither am I.", he says.

"Whatever, I don't take help.", I say roughly.

I am a queen. And a queen takes support from no one because even the closest people can be the assassins.

Yoongi POV

I hold her back and she shakes me of stubbornly. Poor thing, if she keeps refusing help like this, she won't get anywhere in life. But so independent, I envy the power she has.

"But you hold potential if you tried.", she says.

Wait! How did she just do that? She read my mind, "What? How did you do that?"

"'Do what?", she says nonchalantly.

"You finished my thought.", I reveal.

"And you touched me.", she says.

"So what about it?", I ask, confused.

"You touched me and I read your mind. Both are impossible things and should stay impossible things, but you did one, so I did the other.", she smiles.