Chess Pieces | MYG & Reader

We're All Made Of Stars

Your POV

I'm studying the sciences in the library with my private tutor when my mum sends a maid.

"Erm...", she stutters as she struggles to make eye contact with me. 

"Look up Miss. I won't bite.", I smile but she looks as if she's even more scared now. I sigh... why does everyone think I'm so heartless like Mum?

"Your presence is requested in the guest house.", she informs and leaves.

I sigh and look up at my teacher, "I'm so sorry. I'll be back as soon as possible.", I say.

"It's ok dear.", Ms Choi says, she's the only one who is kind to me.

I take my leave and go to the guest house where my Mum is waiting with me and the tailor from yesterday. Has she made the dress already?

"Try the dress on.", Mum instructs and I do.

Looking in the full length mirror, I can't actually lie, it's a really pretty dress. The black tulle skirt is printed with sliver stars, it would look amazing with statement red lipstick and classy accessories like a bag, shoes, choker and earrings.

"It looks lovely.", I say.

My Mum just purses her lips and pays the woman before she leaves. No thank you from her or anything else, I can see why people think I'm cold. I change back and rush back to my tutor who is patently waiting for me in the library.

"I'm so sorry, Mum wanted me to try a dress.", I apologise before taking a seat. 

Another thirty minutes of biology pass, I really love biology, it interests me a lot. But then another maid comes.

"Miss Y/N, you are requested in the guest house.", she says and leaves.

"Oh my god.", I whisper under my breath before I give Ms Choi another smile, "You can go for today, I don't think I'll b able to catch much at this rate."

"Of course. Bye.", she says as she packs up and goes. I follow her down the corridor and part ways as she leaves and I walk further down in to the guest house again.

"Where did you disappear to so fast?', Mum quizzes.

"I have a class at the moment, a science class.", I say. My whispers sound lethal and the maid stares at me with sharp eyes. I relax back.

"Well damn the class. You're rich. I don't see why you need to get educated. You marry someone rich and you get more money. Simple as. And you'll be marrying Min Yoongi sweet apple.", she smirks.

My patience is running dangerously low, "So why did you call me here again?"

"We have arrangements to make for the grand ball. We'll hold it in the main hall but we need the themes, food and music as well.", she says as if she's a teen planning her BFF's sweet sixteenth, "And I'll be needing your help."

"Of course Mum.", I roll my eyes at her childishness. 

Yoongi POV

I sit and read a book whilst waiting for my tutor to arrive. Oh gosh! I absolutely hate my tutor. All she ever does is teach me maths. Does she not get the hint that I don't want to do maths, I prefer English a thousand times to it. I sigh as she gets here and I pack away the novel.

"I hope that was a math text book you were reading just then.", she says.

"No, it was a novel.", I correct. I know she knows but I reinforce it so it gets on her nerve.

"Have you done your homework?", she questions.

"You would wish, I'm too busy.", I say. Getting on her nerves is fun as I watch her try to keep together. 

"Oh well. Look Yoongi, if you continue at this rate, your grades won't get any better.", she explains.

"Why would I care?", I say nonchalantly.

She sighs and begins teaching me the further mathematics course I've been forced in to taking by my parents. I can't even lie but if I was her, I wouldn't have been able to pull of the 'everything is fine' game for as long as her. I laugh and scroll through my social medias as she endlessly drones on about triangles and other things that I can't be asked to pay attention to. the two hours of maths hell end pretty fast today. Before I know it, she's out. Like I literally mean she's scuttling out at her fastest pace possible with so many bags. I retire to my bedroom and chat with a bunch of so called friends on the internet. 

Your POV

My mum makes me wear the dress again and takes an impromptu photoshoot. It actually turns out amazing. There's angles, mirrors, clocks and clogs, chandeliers and everything else that portray the picture my mum wants. She posts them on the official family Instagram account and likes and comments keep coming in. My favourite picture is the one of me sitting in the corner of a white room, staring in to the camera and playing with my hair. The caption for that is, 'We're all Made Of Stars'. I captioned it myself and put it on my official Instagram. I smile and go back to studying the science I've missed out on today.