"Porcelain Doll"

"What in the world are you saying?!"

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Moonbyul glanced at the clock repeatedly while icing Jin's bruised-up face; the lad wanted to say something but couldn't. The nurse saw his mouth open and closed back, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "Is there something you want to discuss with me?"

Jin nodded his head, fiddling with his crooked fingers. He wasn't sure if he wanted to ask Moonbyul about it, after all, he didn't want to suspect a friend for making Jungkook like this. A friend...? No, definitely not. Moonbyul knows something more than they could imagine; he balled up his confidence.

"Moonbyul...is your name fake?"

"W-what do you mean it's fake?"

"Don't pretend you don't know! Your face when Jungkook—no!—that thing who's not our dear maknae spoke like a maniac. You looked shocked! Why? Is it because he called you-"

"Alright! You got me! But don't you ever call me by that name. You'll put yourself in a worse position than you're already in," snapped Moonbyul as she harshly nudged the ice pack on Jin's face. The lad hissed and glared at her.

"We are not humans; we are dolls made by our mistress, Wheein. She used to be our friend but she got jealous of Solar and tried to pry us apart. Though that never happened because we are here now, a safe place."

"And that doll who was in the hospital...his name is not Park Jimin. He's just another doll who's made to look like Jimin. The real Park Jimin is in our world, the Doll World. I don't know how to get him back if you going to ask that anyway. We are not updated on the new spells the Doll World has created but I can help."

Namjoon sighed and rubbed his temple. "This is so hard to take in. How is this even possible?! A doll? Moving?!" Even though Moonbyul knew about everything, she still scrunched her nose in confusion. What is a human even doing in the Doll World? Wheein, please tell me you're not committing a sin.

Hoseok started to panic and felt hopeless. "W-what will happen to our maknae?" Troubled by Hoseok's worry, Yoongi quietly patted his head and smoothed out his hair, attempting to calm him down. "Jungkook will be fine, I promise."

"I doubt you should say that. You don't know how naïveté and reckless that doll is, she's fucking insane. And she is the reason why my lover and I are here in this hellhole, no offense."

"None took, Moonbyul. And going back to the part where you said you would help us...do you perhaps have a specific location of where that Doll is?" Namjoon asked, praying that their cute youngest will be alright.

"Of course I do, I just need a piece of their skin"—everyone in the room paused; their faces scrunched in disgust—"Weird, right? But our skin is the crucial part because our mistress has a piece of them from every doll she makes, in case, someone is very naughty and runs away." Moonbyul pointed at herself and laughed.

"Though I was much smarter than she and I took mines along with Solar's, so technically we are safe. Anyways, excuse me. This will be very disgusting and nasty so turn around if you must...but if you're interested, feel free to stare."

The nurse picked up a piece of Jimin's Doll skin and held it close to her left eye. Her delicate-looking fingers yanked her eyeball out followed by a loud, wet pop. Jin almost puked as he lowered his head. Moonbyul smiled and showed her eyeball to Yoongi, who was absolutely terrified but intrigued.

The eyeball was surprisingly clean and had no nerves connecting back to the inside like a human being. Lights hit the edge of the pupil and all of the sudden the room darkening.

Hoseok squealed, wondering why in the world was the room dark. Moonbyul bit a piece off of Jimin's Doll skin and placed the smallest piece into her blue iris. She turned around and popped her eye back in, and the lights flickered back to life.

Everyone turned back around and stared at her left eyeball which was now a neon yellow instead of blue.

"Get yourselves ready, we are heading out."

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"Welcome back, Yongbuk."

Wheein smiled and leaned towards Lydia, grabbing his body. The injured lad moaned in pain as she dug his head into the crest of Wheein's chest, whimpering.

"G-gosh, it hurts so much, Wheein..."

The witch pecked Lydia's nose softly and told her to get out of the lad's body. Lydia violently shook her head and pointed at Yongbuk's fake skin.

"This is Yongbuk's friend! I can't possibly let him die! You know what will happen the moment I get out of this kid's body, right?!"

Wheein's face went blank.

"That's fucking right. A cardiac arrest," Lydia angrily spewed. She cursed in pain and ordered Yongbuk to get some potions for him. Losing almost half of his face off, Yongbuk did what Lydia ordered and ran to a storage room, quickly picking a few blue-colored potions.

The injured doll parted its tired lips and downed the liquid quickly. Lydia shakily wiped his mouth with his bloody sleeves and closed her eyes. Then, her original body twitched alive again from across the room and Jungkook's body went limp.

"I thought you weren't going to get out of his body?" Wheein said, staring at the lad who was not reacting in any sort of dangerous way and raised her eyebrow. Lydia stretched herself right and shrugged.

"I doubted the kid's brain. Look's like he was more experienced than I was."

That's when Jungkook started to shake crazily and his mouth was bubbling up.

Lydia chuckled.

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