Puppetry - P.JM. [ON-HOLD]

Two

Opening the door, the push of the sterile air hit my nose. My body felt at home once more. The air was cold, the air conditioning in the place on full blast. Goose bumps ran up and down my arms, the hairs on them taking over. The shiver of comfort encased my body. I loved this place.

My eyes scanned over the room. The room was white, the air sterilizing the place. Medical tables stood side by side in the middle of the room, two stools that rolled beside the one to my left. Tools were scattered around, sinks sometimes around the place. There was also machines for different kinds of repairs and upgrades that were available. Obviously Taehyung had given thought about installing these things for my convenience. 

I walked in, my boots hitting the tile below my boots. They slightly clomped their way in, my ears hearing Taehyung's dress shoes come into the room, the door closing to leave us to ourselves. This place was off limits to puppets unless needed.

My eyes fell on the table to my left. On it was a new toy for me to play with, to get started up. My eyes drifted over the body, examining the features. A towel hung over the lower region, shielding unnecessary things at the moment. Muscles were piled up, a perfect image. I started to wonder how much work they did to this puppet.

Now over at the table, my eyes took a look around the upper body. My bag hit the ground softly, my tools inside clinking against each other. Flawless to others' eyes; I tried looking past it.

I started noting things as I searched the torso first. The skin was a peachy-honey color, completely flawless. There was no sign of injury, which was good. Small freckles were plashed here and there. You never knew how much modifying they would do to a body. Some would switch their skin color, hair color, even gender if possible. Those things were what scared me the most. I had no clue where these people came from or who they were. Most were a secret.

My eyes suddenly saw black ink against the skin. My eyes narrowed.

My hand reached out, my fingers pressing against their skin, my thumb gliding over their left hip where a flower-filled vine circled up from below the cloth up to their bottom left rib. My mind was suddenly confused.

"When I bought him, the company said that he was once an affluent," I heard Taehyung say. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him come to the other side of the table. "I thought that was strange."

My eyes came away from their hip tattoo, ignoring the rest of the torso for now. My eyes came up to the puppet's face. My breath suddenly got caught in my throat for the smallest second.

I wasn't one to like people, especially romantically. Taehyung had been an exception three years ago. The night I had met him turned into something great for about a couple months, but it was left in the dust soon enough. But looking at this puppet's face, my heart had skipped a beat. Plump lips, beautiful facial structure, flawless skin. Everything about this puppet screamed gorgeous, and I barely ever said that.

Shaking myself out of my gaze, my eyes came to the puppet's hair. It was black, styled nicely to show some forehead. This hair color didn't scream affluent. I was growing confused.

My hand from the hip came up to their hair, grabbing a small strand of it so I wouldn't mess the style up. It was perfectly soft on my fingers. I turned up to look at Taehyung. "But it has black hair."

Taehyung gave a shrug, looking just as confused as me. "They might have changed the color."

"Or they may have been faking its status."

"Either way, I found him to be a great model," Taehyung said, giving a hopeful smile. "He would be great to use for parties as a waiter or some sort."