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Taehyung woke up early in the morning, the warmth of his blanket drawing him back to sleep. His eyes, once again, sprung open when he heard the shattering of glass. As he got out of the room with a lamp in hand, a small whimper could be heard.
"Who's there?!"
"Taehyungie! That thing started whistling and the other thing started peeing some black thing!" The small man clung onto the creator, pulling him closer than he'd like.
Taehyung looked at his features, then his hair, and lastly, his clothes. He turned to the place he had placed his latest creation and gasped when he realized: the person hugging him is his doll. He pushed the other away and flung the lamp across the kitchen.
"H-wh-I—"
The small ginger whimpered as his side hit the counter, gripping onto to it only to have the end of a knife cut his palm. He looked at it and gasped, letting the blood drip down.
"Wh-what is this?" Hobi winced as he touched the cut with his dirty fingers.
"No! Hobi! It'll get infected!" Taehuyng ran to get the first aid kit, immediately cleaning off the cut.
The smaller cried, trying to pull his hand away from the creator. The younger held onto the other's wrist; the grip tightened with every pull, not knowing he was hurting his creation even more.
"Taehuyngie, it hurts!" The brunette pulled his hand away after wrapping the deep cut, gasping at the smaller's red wrist.
"Hobi, I-I'm sorry." He went to reach for the hand, but the pink haired male quickly pulled it away.
"Meanie," he muttered as he sat on the sofa, a pout evident on his face.
A loud knock resonated in the living room; the sound scared the small boy as it was his first time ever hearing something like that. It continued as no one answered — the knocks soon turning into banging.
"Taehuyng, I know you're awake!" The younger tensed at the voice because it was Yoongi — someone he swore he wouldn't bother again.
"Oh a friend of my Master!" Hobi ran to the door and figured out how open it, smiled at the taller stranger, and caused the older to blush.
"I-wow. Just, um, tell Taehuyng to keep it down."
"Master, this man said to keep it down."
Yoongi choked and fanned himself as he began to get hot. He never thought Taehuyng would get a boyfriend or have such kinks. The blush on his cheeks deepened as the creation placed his hand on his shoulder.
"I-hyung. I promise I'll keep it down. Hobi, go sit down." He nodded and waved at Yoongi before sitting down.
"I wouldn't be able to keep quiet either," the older said as he eyed the pink haired male.
"N-no hyung! It's-it's not what you think!"
"So your friend is single?"
Taehuyng felt a small pang in his chest as the older eyed his creation. He knew he had some sort of connection with his dolls, but none were ever this strong. Then it hit him: he poured his feelings to Hobi, which built a stronger bond.
"No." He slammed the door shut and sat next to the small man.
"Taehuyngie, what is this?" His mouth went dry as the other held up his fleshlight. No — he wasn't into girls; he just needed something to help with his release.
"D-don't touch that!" The sudden outburst made him drop it on the floor, resulting in the thing breaking.
"Ah, fuck!"
"Ah, fuck?"
"No no no. That's a bad word!"
"Why did you say it, Master?"
There it was; that word that made him feel all hot and bothered. He groaned as he scanned Hobi's innocent face. It wasn't helping that the smaller was eyeing all of him. A gasp escaped his lips when he felt a small hand on his member.
"What is this?" He placed more pressure and moved his face closer to examine it.
Hobi grew curious when he saw that something was attached to his Master. He backed away when he noticed that Taehuyng was in some sort of pain. As he was getting ready to call Yoongi, the creator grabbed his wrist.
"Where-ar-are you going?"
"T-to get help!"
"Ju-just, ahh, ta-take me to-to the bathroom."
"Bathroom?"
"Up there," he muttered as he pointed up the stairs.
They struggled to get up there, but as soon as they did, Taehuyng slammed the door shut. Hobi jumped a bit, but brushed it off. He went to explore around the apartment, his eyes glistening as he looked at the creator's drawing.
He heard some groaning and ran to the bathroom. He hesitantly knocked on the door, a small whimper leaving his lips when he realized he used his bandaged hand.
"M-Master, are you okay?" Only low grunts could be heard before Taehuyng opened the door.
"Yes, Hobi. Thank you." It was quiet until the smaller walked back down.
"What's that black thing?" The creator chuckled before ruffling the other's pink hair.
"It's coffee."
"And this whistling thing?"
"It's a teakettle."
For the remainder of the morning, Hobi went around the apartment pointing at things and trying to remember their names. It was quite easy as the man knew some things, from when the creator would talk to him, and he was a fast learner.
They got to the point where he'd taught the small man some parts of the body. Everything caught Hobi's attention, a bright smile spreading across his face when Taehuyng would quiz him, and he'd answer everything correctly.
"Hobi, when we leave the house, I will be calling you Hoseok. Do you remember how to speak to people you don't know?"
"Yes! In 존댓말!"
"And if someone is obviously younger than you?"
"반말!"
"Good boy!" Taehuyng kissed the smaller's forehead and gave him a cookie.
"Yummy cookie," he said as he took a soft bite.
"Hobi, we have to make your hair black and change your clothes."
"Why? I'm comfy!"
"You look out of place."
"Hmph." The brunette couldn't deny that the pink haired male was indeed adorable and innocent. His smile fell at the thought of someone breaking in while he was away at a meeting.
"How do you feel about meeting someone?"
"Mmm happy! Friend?"
"Yes, baby. A friend."
— V is already whipped asf y'all same with Yoongi😤 they'll just never admit it🤷🏻♀️ Also I'm v sorry for the long ass wait. I was so caught up in my bottom book that I forgot to update this one oof -🥀
