"Porcelain Doll"

"You're alive."

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"I apologized for my friend's boisterous attitude toward you, Jinyoung. I hope this won't happen again." Jungkook cursed at Namjoon under his breath for making a fool out of himself. He checked the time and cursed again when he realized they only had 3 hours to sleep before they need to go to class. Jinyoung shook his head and told him it was fine and lifted Taehyung up, taking the male to Jungkook's dorm. "I'll also bring your other hyungs up to their dorm later on, if you want," said Jinyoung, his eyes twinkled when he gave Jungkook a cute smile. The younger thanked him and turned around to Namjoon, who was pouting in misery.

"Goshhhh, Jungkookie..."—Namjoon sniffled—"I'm sorry, bro. I didn't mean too." The drunk male apologized to the younger, knowing that Jungkook had taken care of all of them tonight and how stressed he might be right now.

"It's alright. But you won't be forgiven easily, hyung." Namjoon smiled and grabbed Jungkook for a tight hug, and the younger let him as he was also yearning for some warmth on such a cold night. "T-thank you, man. Where would I be without you?" Namjoon said and allowed Jungkook to carry him to their dorm. I will be nowhere without you, hyung, Jungkook thought and hummed the sleepy male a lullaby, his legs working its way to the dorm as fast as possible.

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"There, is that all of them?" Jinyoung asked Jungkook as he wiped his sweat with his uniform's sleeves. "Yeah, and thank you once again for helping me. I'll be in the middle of nowhere with all my hyungs drowning in the bottle of beers." He chuckled and so did Jinyoung. "Thanks, again," Jungkook said when Jinyoung was about to hop into the taxi and go. He turned around and said it was no problem, his legs were stuffed comfortably in the taxi and his hands gripped onto the wheel, driving away without looking back. Jungkook waved the taxi driver goodbye and left the campus.

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"Jimin-ah. Listen to me, you fool! This is all for you, don't you understand?!" Jimin's father screamed at his son, his face was boiling like lava. He took his son by his hands and swiftly dragged him to somewhere dark. "Stay here." He had told him back then. Those words that he had to obey to since that accident. That accident that turned him into something he didn't want to.

Jimin stayed in the shed that his father had locked him into, afraid that someone will realize something was wrong with his son. His son that was in a coma. His son that could have died at the age of 14, but he clung onto the cliff that the car had nearly pushed him off. The son who stayed in the shed was not his son at all. He was just a damned doll. A doll who came from the forest filled with them. Dolls that no one wanted, dolls that were left to drown near the lake they sat on. Dolls that were magical.

No one would absolutely believe Jimin's father, if he had told them that he had found that forest and went to search for his own son's replacement. A replacement that he can throw things at and scold him, and he wouldn't even care. The son that now hid in the shed, obtained and understood the meaning of humanity that a normal plastic doll wouldn't. Because he was a porcelain doll made from a witch's pure hands, the witch who took care all those dolls in the mystic forest she hid in, hoping no one will find her. But, Jimin's father did.

The witch was amazed by his journey that he had to make in order to reach her and gave him a screwdriver that will fix the doll at any time if he showed signs of pain. She told him where to insert the screwdriver in and how many twist he need to do in each nail to open Jimin's chest, and also where to end the doll's life. Jimin's father soaked in all the information the witch had told him like a sponge in an ocean, nice and full. He was about to go back to Seoul, but the witch asked him to let her handle his son until he has woken up from the coma. He reluctantly nodded his head, not giving two damns of what the witch might do to his nearly dead son, and told her that he'll be back with his son.

The next day, Jimin's father came back with his unconscious son in his arms along with pulling the machines that help his son to live for months or maybe even years. The witch saw the machines and shook her head. "He doesn't need that. Those useless metals will not help him at all." She said, strands of grey hair whipped back and forth as she shook her head again. "What do you mean? He needs this, so that he will at least be alive for some times," he muttered, clearly confused of what the witch had told him. "I have the herbs and spells that will heal his foggy mind, and he will soon wake up," She replied, and held out her bare hands. Jimin's father dropped Jimin into the witch's hands and she was surprised by how light and fragile he was. That's not healthy, she thought. And immediately laid Jimin on a pile of soft flowers as she grabbed a pot and threw in blue sparkling flowers, mashing it up until it had became a kind of drink. She poured it into a small teacup and held Jimin gently by his head, making the male drink the blue liquid. Then, the male's breathing became less heavy, but smooth and soft like how a normal healthy human should be breathing.

"These flowers are called grape hyacinth, and they help to replenish someone's loss of important nutrition which also help their bloods to get flowing," said the witch as she glanced at Jimin, smiling. Jimin's father rolled his eyes and ignored what the witch had said, telling her that he was going back to Seoul. She waved him goodbye and watched as the portal disappeared with him.

She dropped to the ground, digging her hands in the soil, and cried her heart out. "Oh, my Jiminie. Are you alright? I-I can feel the cracks on your smooth skin on mine...please be okay," She shouted, making a torrent of dolls come running to her and asking if she was fine.

She shook her head and shooed them away. They did was what they were told to, and ran back to their playground, not realizing that there was an human being lying in the middle of their forest's center. The forest's center was the heart of every doll and it was believed that if anyone close to death who laid on it, will be blessed and healed by gods from Heaven. Though, that process will be unlikely to happen in minutes or even hours especially on such a complicated organism.

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Jimin opened his eyes and felt a heavy pressure on his chest, as if he couldn't breathe clearly. He opened his mouth and screamed for help from anyone, anyone that could save him. But nothing came out of his mouth, no sound, not even a single whiff of air, just silence. He started to panic and tried to get up--

"Ah, you're alive."

He stopped and turned his head to see who it was. His father stood there with a smug look on his face, his arms crossed against his chest, and the screwdriver gripped tightly in his hand.

"Sorry for making you mute"—he snapped his fingers and Jimin roughly coughed—"There, didn't that felt nice? Son." He walked closer to his coughing son and roughly gripped his shoulders, urging his son closer to him. Jimin let his father to tug him around and winced when his father slapped his face.

Crack.

"You're not suppose to be alive."

He was in a trance again.

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