Chess Pieces | MYG & Reader

The Things We're Forced To Learn

Your POV

I watch as the red liquid begins to stain the marble floor. The mirror is cracked from the impact with the bullet but its harm didn't stop there. The bullet had reverberated of the mirror and narrowly missed me and hit the wine bottle on my dressing table, almost directly behind me. And now its contents are all over the floor. The crimson colour eerily resembles blood. A feeling of satisfaction spreads through me. Both the katana sword and pistol are man's best friend and protector. I turn towards the door to return the pistol to its cupboard when I see Anissa glaring at me.

"You should've died. It should've hit you. Monsters like you don't deserve to live and I won't ever forgive you for what you did to my sister.", she snaps.

She's about to leave but I quickly grab her by her wrist and pull her in to my room, locking the door, "What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb with me. You knew my sister was an innocent and stupid girl, the perfect toy to play with. I warned her not to give in to the rich, you're all just manipulators. But you slid in so effortlessly and she never once doubted you. And now that you're done playing with her, you've disposed of her.", she says bitterly.

"I don't get the point you're trying to make. What do you mean I disposed of her?", I question.

"I told you not to play dumb with me. All the maids already know by now what you've done. You've taken Alisha and locked her up somewhere so she can die.", she spits.

"Huh?", I mumble.

What the hell? I would never do that and I've even been looking for Alisha for the last two days. I haven't seen her around anywhere. And what sort of audacity does Anissa have to accuse me like this?

"Let me out, or are you going to rid of me as well?", she mocks.

"I'm not a monster, nor a manipulator. I don't know where Alisha is. I swear I haven't done anything to her.", I insist.

"Nice try, I don't believe you even for a second.", she smirks and I feel powerless, powerless to a maid.

"Why do you accuse me like this? I haven't done anything! You just have the wrong perspective.", I shout.

"No no Miss, you're the one with the wrong perspective. Alisha suddenly disappears soon after she becomes friends with you. Before that, nothing happens. Does it not seem at least a little coincidental?" she whispers.

"I'm telling you, I haven't done anything.", and then I open the door and let her out.

I'm fighting her uselessly. She's correct, I am a monster, and I am a manipulator. She hasn't gotten that wrong one bit. I take my cloak and quickly run out. I need to get out of here as fast as possible because right now, I feel like everything is caving in on me.

Yoongi POV

Today when I wake up, I feel a little more refreshed. I'm no longer having thoughts that I shouldn't or slurring my words. I'm ashamed of myself. I've never had such a large bout of alcohol, it's not my preferred indulgence. I get out my phone and gush over photos of Y/N. I've never felt this way before. Maybe I was serious yesterday. I really am drowning in her. I clear out my thoughts and begin to study some. Then I get a call.

"Hello, this is Jin.", the caller introduces.

"Hello.", I mutter.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm just fine, and you?", I ask.

"I'm doing pretty well if I say so myself."

"So why have you called?", I try get to the point.

"I\m just letting you know that all the arrangements have been finalized for the upcoming date four weeks later.", he says.

"That's good to hear.", I smile to myself.

"Ok that'll be it for me then.", Jin says.

"Yup, bye.", I say and I don't wait for an answer, instead I hang up.

Alisha POV

The basement door creaks open and Y/N's mum comes in. I barely have any strength to look up at her, I'm sprawled on the floor, deprived of food and sanitation. She hands me a plate of what meagre leftovers there are but I take it and begin to feed. She hands me an apple. I swipe it from her.

She takes it away again, "No so fast. First you're going to tell me something about Y/N or else this won't be yours."

I stare at the apple and then at my thin body. That apple is everything I need right now. But then I think about the terms it comes with. So far, Y/N's mum has failed to lure any information out of me about Y/N. I refuse to sell my principles and honesty just for my own survival. How much longer will I cope like this? I desperately need someone to somehow tell Y/N my whereabouts. I know she'd come to defend me.

I shake my head, "No.", I won't succumb to her.

"Then this apple won't be yours.", she waves it around me.

"No.", I still deny to tell her anything. I won't feed the evil with knowledge.

"You're a bit of a stubborn one. Been in here for a few days now and yet we won't tell me a peep.", she smiles, "But don't you worry. I will get information out of you"

She slams the door and locks it on me.

Your POV

As I leave Ebony in the stables, I here the clattering of another horse's hooves. I think it's Yoongi for a second but I see another black horse.

"Y/N, wait up!", it's Namjoon, my cousin.

"What?", I say sternly.

"Oh my days. You ride so fast man, it's almost impossible to catch up with you.", he huffs as he puts his horse in the stable next to Ebony's.

"What do you want?", I question. I'm prepared to shut the door on him.

"Can I come in?", he asks.

I let him and he takes a seat.

"Yes?", I say irately.

"How about a coffee?", he suggests.

"No.", I shut his ideas down, "What do you want?"

"It's just hat these days, you look so annoyed and worried Y/N, know that I'm here if you want to talk.", he mumbles.

"Yeah ok. Is that it?"

"Y/N, you're not even taking heed of me.", he moans.

"So what? Can you get out of here now?", I open the door and point towards the cold outside.

"Y/N please. Why are you so cold these days. What happened to the old us? Even Jimin and Jungkook miss you.", he persists.

"I don't care.", I dismiss his desperateness.
When we were young, all four of us would stick together all the time no matter what. But that's changed over the recent years. Al three of them have managed to stay close but I've drifted apart. And for a good reason too. Namjoon had taunted me about being so stubborn and hungry for power. All the love I've had for him and the boys, faded away at that moment. And from that moment on, I kept away from them too.

"Y/N, I swear I'm sorry. I know what I did a few years back wasn't right but I was only trying to make you understand.", he says.

"Well thank you very much for making me understand. You've really helped me realise that I can trust nor love anyone.", I say.

"That's not what I was trying to say. I was just... you know what? You win. But know that if you ever want to come back and try make things like before, we'll be waiting for you with open arms.", then he leaves.

I get a cold empty feeling as he leaves but I don't let it get the best of me. I know for a fact that I can't trust a soul.