Generations Expectation's | 8th member of BTS

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Still none, lol.

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*Was June 25th, Now June 29th*

"Im going out for a bit, you want anything?" Bongseon asks, she doesn't even notice how odd she's acting as she cleans up dirty clothes scattered on my temporary bedroom floor. My prison. She acts normal, like a mother simply mindlessly cleaning up after their child. I sit at the tiny desk, reading a book Bongseon gave me a couple of days ago when I told her I was bored and had nothing to do. She went out and a few hours later she returned with a Barnes and Noble bag the size of a suitcase filled to the brim with books for me.

"I didn't know what to get you so I asked a young girl what teens were really into today. I hope there's one in here you like" she chirped as she left the big bag of books on the floor for me. Books like 'Twilight',  'These gentle wounds', 'We were liars' and all kinds of popular young adult books litter the bag. I didn't thank her, I just simply took the first Twilight book and started reading away to keep my mind distracted.

She asks if I need anything before leaving every day now. It was like we had gotten into a routine. She's less hostile. Im less confrontational. It scares me, it was like watching the calm before a storm. I didn't trust it but I continued to play into it cause I rather not suffer the outburst of her fury or wrath of a narcissistic meltdown. I also wanted to keep up this normal facade as long as could. The more she thought I had finally 'caved' and fallen into place as her plaything the less she would notice my real intentions. Escaping. The more she trusted me and the more she thought I was starting to 'settle' into a life with her the better. She was still guarded, locking the door as she went, the one night was just a fluke I feel but Im hopeful with more time her guard will keep lowering. I just had to play my part.

I brush my hair out my face and turn to her, I push through a small smile before dropping it, I didn't want to come off too eager. She would know it was full of shit if I started immediately being all buddy-buddy with her. She was crazy, not stupid. The past few days since my getaway out to the living room I have started to work her over. Acting more relaxed, less fighting, giving her the idea I was finally falling into her illusion. She seemed delighted by the attitude shift but was pushing to let me out and about any time soon. It was step one of my plan. "Yeah, if you wouldn't mind I've been craving some Korean food lately, maybe we can have some tonight?"

"We? Like, have dinner together?" she asks, skeptical, she studies my face. "Ya, it's been a while since I got out of the room and stretched my legs. Maybe we can have some tteokbokki or some naengmyeon and watch a movie. If you aren't too busy" I say trying to play off her stares as if I wasn't being suspicious, but I was, I had to play into illusion, not push too much but be genuine and polite. I wonder to myself if she remembers the last time I 'stretched my legs' it involved me breaking her window and running out to the backyard. If she said no, I would act sad, maybe even disappointed, and operate as if it was cause I wanted to hang out. Piece by piece I would chisel down this 'hostage and capture' relationship till it was to pleasantries. At least, that's what I wanted her to think, I needed her to trust me or at least relax more around me so I could put step two to plan. Finding out where I was. Bongseon threw my dirty clothes into my hamper and glanced over me, when she saw me relaxed, staring back at her she let a perfected smile cover her lips. "Yeah, I've kinda been craving Korean too. Sure, we can do that. Wanna watch the first Twilight movie tonight?" she said, pointing at my book. I grinned back at her.