Into The Shadows

Twenty One

 I'd left him locked in the room. I had thought I had made my decision already, but now it was time for me to decide again, would I break him or would I kill him? The decision was easy enough the first time, I thought I already had him in my grasp, but after the events the other day it was clear that wasn't the case. The boy was still far too curious for his own good, and was no longer as afraid or needy as I needed him to be. He got too comfortable.

I didn't want to kill him, the house was too empty without him, and I craved companionship, as much as that may have been a mistake on my part. I also believed if I could train him, and he could be a great asset to me. Thus my decision was made for me, I would continue to keep him around, for my own selfish reasons, until such time as he betrayed me again.

One thing I had learned about him, as much as he tried to hide it, Suga thrived on attention, he needed to feel valuable, and I knew I could make that happen. I also knew he had a jealous streak and I knew I could find a way to play that in my own favour. Min Yoongi would become a valuable asset to my mission, and therefore I couldn't kill him, no matter how badly I wanted to kill him in that moment.

For the next week I planned and argued with myself about just how I would get yoongi at his weakest so I could build him back up to where I wanted him, as I had before. I spent every free moment I had trying to figure out what I could do to him, all the while I avoided him. I would take him food at mealtimes, but otherwise didn't enter the room, I didn't want to see him, since seeing him might make me change my plans. Besides, isolation would weaken his mind.

When I wasn't making plans for Suga I threw myself into my work, doing anything I could to take my mind off of the betrayal and anger I still felt in the pit of my stomach. I spent long hours working on various ideas for Parallel's first promotions, it had to go well after all, and even though their debut was still several months away I couldn't risk anything going wrong. We decided to make Seokjin the leader of the group, because his energy was so high and he acted like a parent to the other trainees. Which would work in our favour when promoting time came and they were in the public eye.

These two things took up a majority of my time, and because I spent an obscene amount of time thinking about these things a plan began to creep it's way into my mind. First I would break him- isolate, manipulate and trick him into loving this, and obeying me, and then I would encourage him, make him feel as if he was needed, and that he wasn't as disposable as he actually was, and finally, he would work with me, as an underling and possible scapegoat.

When I got home from work that night I decided I would set to work on the plan. He was already isolated, so that was already working in my favour, which meant it was time to start reminding him that no one aside from myself had done anything for him, even bothering to look for him, since he had come here. I took clippings from the newspaper about his disappearance and pinned them around his room. The look on his face was absolutely priceless, filled with sorrow, and a betrayal slightly less than that what I had experienced days prior.

"Why are you showing me these again Kookie?" he asked in a timid voice, sitting up on his bed.

"You need a reminder of where you are and why you're here." I laughed, patting his head before exiting the room.

I spent the next day the day searching for videos of the news reports about him online. When I managed to find them I saved them and sat on his bed beside him, and then I placed the laptop on his lap. I pressed play, watching closely as tears forming in his eyes as the videos played.

"I remember Kookie, you don't need to show me these." he choked. I patted his head again.

"But you need to see these things Suga, you've forgotten what I've done for you. You've become ungrateful."

My words left him apologetic. He said repeatedly that he was sorry and thanked me for feeding him, buying him clothes, and giving him a nice bed to sleep in. This was perfect, exactly what I wanted.