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Thank you for all the love and support you have given this Fanfic/Story, Prepare for some fluff! Not all is teeth rotting no worries but I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it! Be warned, my following chapters WILL be LONG!
This chapter's setting is before their BBMA debut in America 2018.
This one has 4k+ words haha (^_^;) rip me.
"Vivi-hyung is a pervert." - thoughts
"Shall we dance Master?" - said in unison.
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The new Doll that revealed himself as the clone of Park Jimin from BTS walks towards you, his ash-gray hues were half lidded as he was just awoken from his slumber with all the ruckus you were making. He strutted to you with a little bounce on his steps, his coral painted lips in a cute grin lighting his whole facade with his Original's trade mark breath taking smile.
When he reached you, he gave a happy squeak climbing on you. He grappled at the laces and frills of your dress before allowing himself to fall face first into your lap beside his Doll brother Vivi snuggling at the soft ruffles of your attire.
You smiled at your little mochi patting his soft blonde locks cooing at his fatal cuteness. He's really affectionate but he gets more clingy when he misses you. It broke your heart to send him away, but being what he is and you being his creator, he needs to learn how to fight to defend himself against those who sell living Dolls at the black market.
Many Dolls have fallen and became slaves to those who ruled the underground world, you don't want them to be next.
After half a year of mishaps when your first Doll Vivi was created, your fears became reality when your old shop was ransacked and him being forcibly taken from you when you were fending the perpetrators. You fought tooth and nail to get him back, but you were knocked unconscious with three hard hits on the head because you absolutely refused to faint while they take your precious Doll.
You were a freaking wreck for the entire week he was gone. You barely ate, you only slept for two to three hours, and when you were awake, you spent it on tracking those damnable bastards who took what's most precious on your life. You were thankful for being a Doll Master at that time, some of the restaurant mascots saw the van those hooligans took as a get away vehicle, and luckily, the doll displays and teddy bears were eager enough for small talk and were able to direct you to an abandoned warehouse in the outskirts of the city.
How cliche.
You both barely made it out alive with that encounter which encouraged you to send your Dolls for training and for you to further your connections and your knowledge in fighting.
That was four years ago, and now if anyone would as much as think of doing something to those whom you love and hold dear, they would dead before they could blink.
This is now your reality, as much as you don't want to be bathed into the inky tendrils of darkness, you would have to in order for others to walk into the light.
You especially don't want to taint the light that's surrounding Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung, and you'll try your damnest not to get them involved...much.
Damn both of them and their killer aegyo and alluring begging voices, and damn yourself for being a weak softy for them.
Just damn it all.
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FanfictionThey were Dolls, inanimate, non-living, a replica of the members of Bangtan Sonyeodan, but through your occupation as a Doll Master, your were able to give them life. You taught them morals, enabled them to feel emotions and the capability to love...
