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Taehyung was sat on his chair, glasses on and theatrical lace in front of him. He got his ventilating hook, hair looped between his fingers, and placed his needle under the lace. He watched as it grabbed a few strands of pink hair; he watched as it went under the lace; he watched as he wrapped the pastel pink hair around the hook; he watched as the knot on the lace formed.
He could have easily made the wig with bulks of hair, sewing it on to the cap so he wouldn't spend as much time. That didn't give him the satisfaction he craved; ventilating made him feel complete. His creations were meant to look human but also somewhat surreal.
"I've only finished your wig, but you already look so beautiful," he mumbled as he ran his fingers along the hair.
Since he had been making these for a few years, it didn't take him long to finish such a tedious process. He proceeded to get his soft pastels, placing some shades on the head. He contoured his nose, his cheek bones, his forehead, and jawline. As he got some pink pastel on his brush, he smiled.
The cheeks and the tip of the nose were now rosy, a glossy, soft pink eyelid look to complete it. The dolls lips had the ombré affect of lip tint, the bottom lip looking a little pouty. Though he originally wanted to go for an icy look, his vision shifted to a more Valentine's, or maybe spring, look.
He attached eyelashes after adding some freckles along the bridge of his nose, reaching across his table for some brown eyes. Instead of an iris, there was a daisy; gold sparkles surrounded it along with a few stars.
"Wow. You're the most beautiful I've created." He pulled out a lace shirt, the turtleneck perfect around the neck, ruffles on the sleeves. He then took out a silky, tan colored shirt, pulling it over the lace. As he pulled on the sleeve, he swore he could have felt some warmth.
"I should probably sleep after dressing him," the silver haired male mumbled as he looked at the clock.
Taehyung tucked in the dolls shirt, pulling his black jeans over and putting him a belt. Last were the shoes -- some 1461 Orleans. Though the outfit didn't fit the casual shoes, he still thought it looked good.
"It's only 3 in the morning. Maybe I should give you a name." He ran his fingers through the pink hair. "Hope? No, that's too cheesy. Should it be a Korean name or foreign? I'll stick with--" Taehyung was stuck between Hoseok and Hope, neither really fitting the doll.
"Hobi," he finally said under his breath. His boxy smile appeared, proud of his nickname for the beauty.
"I guess if you're going to be my only friend you should know a few things about me." The creator heaved a sigh, looking outside his attic only to a few headlights from cars passing.
"I've never really been happy. My parents--they were never supportive of my hobby. They always shamed me for finding comfort in making dolls; supposedly only girls could do this. I was quite a burden to them -- I feel that I still am though they're no longer here." He began making himself a cup of coffee, reminiscing his childhood.
"Before they passed away, we had a butler. His name was Jinyoung. At the time, I was only 10 years old, but I had the biggest crush on him. I never told my parents seeing as they already hated me by that time. Anyway, Jinjin always complimented my work; he always gave me the boost I never knew I needed. At around my 18 years, I finally confessed to him." Taehyung pursed his lips and rubbed his eyes.
"I-he-my dad had been close by, hearing every word spill out of my mouth. That night, Jinyoung's words repeated in my head: now that you're 18, I don't think I can hold back anymore. At first I felt a brotherly love for you. Once you hit 16, I knew it was stronger. Taehyung, I love you." He wiped his tears away, the sad smile never leaving.
"The next morning, m-my father called me in. There stood Jinyoung beside him, looking frightened. I was going to greet them with a polite 'good morning' until my father pulled out a pistol." Taehyung now let his tears stain his cheeks. After all he was alone and his only friend was a doll.
"He-he shot him right in front of me, Hobi. He did something I'd never expect him to do. I remember it all; it's engraved in my head. Every night, that morning plays in my head. It's my fault he's gone, Hobi. If I had never confessed, he would have still been alive." Taehyung failed to notice that a tear fell on the dolls chest, immediately seeping into him.
"My parents' death -- it was caused by me. I planned it all. I had so much hatred in my heart for them that I wanted them gone. It's because of them that I've always isolated myself; it's because of them that I don't know what true happiness is." He looked at the doll like he was expecting it to comfort him, but nothing happened.
"I love you, Hobi. Now, you know it all. You're my best friend."
--- Wow yet another story ((: I had to write it down before I forgot all about this idea wow. Anyway, first chapters tend to be p short and I'm sorry. I'm hoping it doesn't flop TT -🥀
