DOLL [vmin]

25: broken

 The next morning Taehyung had disappeared again after a rich breakfast. locking himself back in his work room. sitting behind a dirty desk with an eyeglass on his face, he used it to magnify the work he was doing when he needed perfection. In his hands he held a black nail polish and the other held a cold dead hand, carefully painting the nails a black color.

"Beautiful, it's going to be beautiful" Taehyung told himself and chuckled, his eyes were red and on the verge of crying but he didn't cry, he just held the plastered smile on his face and painted the nails. He had already finished the other one and put it back in the jar to keep it as fresh as possible. Taehyung had to work quick, the time was running out, but this takes time. His father said so in his book. Everything needs time, you can't rush this process. but Taehyung had to.

for Jimin.

He finished the second hand and dropped it back in the jar, storing it in the shelf which was filled with so many body parts there was almost no space for another jar. Taehyung pushed some aside and place the jar on the shelf. He made his way back to the desk and pushed away the things he just used, not caring to store them away properly. He didn't have the time to do so. He made a small space for him to work on the next things, taking from the paper bag he got from the stories the small box with blue beads. Using a gold thread to make blue colored bracelets, adding some cute silver hangers here and there. Adding the few bracelets to the chest nearby, he had made a lot of accessories, mainly in a blue and black color.

Jimin's favorite colors.

Taehyung ran a hand through his hair and looked around thinking to remember what to do next. so many steps left, so little time. The dollmaker was feeling so stressed, yet he tried to show nothing to the precious doll. He couldn't tell Jimin. Jimin wouldn't understand, he can't know.

"Come on, think think" taehyung hit his head a few times and removed the glasses placing them on the table to rub his face. "ah!" He got it. The man walked with fast steps to the other side of the room where a table was filled with fabrics and small cut pieces. He shoved them, on the ground revealing his sewing machine. He opened the drawer below the desk and got a thin folder. there he had made clothing designs, things he had yet to make. Taking out his most recent work and pinning it on the board in front of him. "There's no time, gotta hurry, hurry hurry" Taehyung spoke to himself whi8le getting all the tools, from scissors to crayons. Lastly he spread the fabric on the table getting his prepared patterns and tracing them on the black fabric.

Jimin's favorite color....

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That same day Jimin had pulled himself back to the ballroom again. The music was heard in the back while he moved on the stage, dancing like he loved to do. his no longer perfect body moving him elegantly over the wooden stage. making him feel like a dancing feather in the air. Jimin was having a good time, his mind taken off his thoughts to Taehyung and just enjoyed his alone time. But his moves had faltered. His legs didn't go as fast as he wanted. his jumps became unstable. So Jimin stopped and looked down at himself, wondering what was wrong with him. and what he saw made him gasp. Jimin saw deep cracks in his legs. a crack which he didn't dare to move with anymore, scared that his legs would break off.

"my...legs..." he said softly. Jimin didn't care about leaving this doll body eventually and his time with taehyung, but he didn't want his dancing to be taken from him so soon, he loved dancing, it's what he did to get through the day. not being able to do so made him feel sad. so now he just stood there in silence. staring at his legs and arms where there were cracks as well. Jimin hated it, seeing the small holes where pieces had fallen out. he was really breaking.

Jimin heard the ballroom door open and saw Taehyung walk inside. The doll looked at him with his glass eyes. "T-taehyung.....i-im breaking.." he said with a soft hurt voice.

Taehyungs eyes trailed over his body and he approached the doll. grabbing the doll's hand and helping him off the stage safely. "come here" he didn't say anything complaining about the cracks he clearly saw but just pulled the breaking doll in his arms, giving a warm hug. Jimin held onto Taehyung's clothes with his cold shell hands happy with the comfort he got form this hug. he would be crying right now if he could, but he can't, he wasn't alive. he didn't have a real body. he was just here, he was just a ghost with a voice. Jimin was in reality nothing.

"I-im scared"

"it will be fine"

"It will hurt," Jimin said, his voice still soft. "it always hurts, but i do it for you...i love you"

"i love you too" taehyung placed a peck on Jimin's cold porcelain cheek. "We will meet again, do not worry. I won't let you go that easily. I will hold you again, we will speak again. i will see you again"

Jimin didn't reply, he didn't think that would be possible. His shell will break down and his soul will escape. The curse of this house won't keep him stable inside a shell like this anymore, he will just be a wandering lonely ghost in the basement, being in his own saddening pain forever.

"trust me," Taehyung said.

"..."

"please.."

"i trust you"

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thank you for reading, the end is so close uuuuhhh. i hope you are enjoying and i will see you in the next update!

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