Into The Shadows

Thirteen

 "Yoongi~" I called as I entered the room as if he could possibly not be there.

I make my way over to the mattress on the floor and sit down beside him "You've gotten so much paler being down here in the dark" I say with a slight laugh at my pointing out the obvious.

"Well Kookie, it's been awhile since I've seen the sun" He spits back, I raise my hand as if I'm about to slap him hard and he flinches, but instead of hitting him I gently take his chin in my hand.

"You should know better than to talk back" I say softly

"What are you going to do, kill me?" This time I did slap him, hard. He let out a slight yelp like a wounded dog.

"I'm not going to kill you. I'm going to break you" I say, this was the first time I had been honest with him in saying I wanted to keep him around, but who puts an effort into making someone comfortable if they're just going to kill them anyway.

"I'd like to call you something else though, besides Yoongi, you call me Kookie after all and Yoongi sounds so~ boring..." I trail off as I notice he's zoned out again.

"Yoongi!" I snap "Pay attention!"

"I'm sorry..." He whispers

"that's okay, my pet. I was just saying that if I'm going to keep you I should give you a nickname since using your real name is so~ boring" by the time I finish my sentence he's sucked into his own thoughts again.

"Stop zoning out!" I bark smacking the back of his head with the heel of my hand, "It was cute at first, but now it's just getting on my nerves."

"What's wrong with my name?" He finally responds in an annoyed tone, rubbing his head with his hand.

"It doesn't suit you. I want to call you something that suits that sweet face of yours... How about~ Suga? I like it."

He scoffs at the name,"How about you just kill me and we call it even."

I laughed "Where's the fun in that?"

.........

Eventually the two of us settled into a routine. I left in the early morning and returned at lunch to feed my pet, then I'd return to work and carry on my workday in peace. After the workday ended I'd return home to play a bit more before going to bed. It began to become boring, so on a day off I made an effort to break the monotony of my everyday.

It took a little over a week for me to have an idea on how to change things up, that's when I decided to bring Suga another gift. I had an old tv in the attic that only had three channels and one of those channels happened to be the news. What better way to show him the harsh reality of the world than to show him that to them he was dead, nothing more than another statistic.

"Suga~ I have a present for you-" I said entering the room pushing tv on a rolling stand in front of me.

He looked confused at the sight of the thing, which was understandable since when was the last time anyone had used a tv with an antenna. I plugged the old machine in and pressed the power button, lighting the screen up in mere moments. After a few minutes of fiddling with the antenna I flipped the channel to the news, and just at the perfect moment.

"- Min Yoon Gi, 20 years old, is now presumed to be deceased after his disappearance three weeks ago. -" the anchor stated matter of factly. Yoongi looked confused and slightly hurt at the news, which was exactly what I wanted.

"Why are you showing me this?" He asked, obviously straining to maintain his composure.

"Look at that. They didn't even bother to look for you. They just assumed that you were dead and moved on" I said with a laugh before continuing with "And I thought I was unloved"

My words obviously hurt him, which was what I was hoping for, there was no better way to break a man.

"Do you want to know something really funny?" I asked after a few moments of silence. He didn't respond so I continued "I'm not even a suspect. You wanna know why? Because they haven't found your body. They think you did it yourself."

At this he began to cry, it was obvious that I had been accurate with my statements, he clearly felt like he was alone and unloved in this world and had been looking to disappear from it for a while. It was harsh, but I just watched him cry.

"Looks like I've struck a nerve" I said after a drawn out moment of silence, he touched his face seemingly surprised by the tears on his cheeks. At this I'd decided I've done all the damage I can for the day, and I turned to leave the room.

"The bottom dial is to change the channel. It only gets three." I said as I began to leave.

As I walked through the door I heard the boy fall back on to his bed, obviously feeling defeated. I smiled. I knew that he was one step closer to exactly where I wanted him to be.