[Sobs] Oh my God! You guys are the best! [thumbs up] Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Gomawo~~
No words can express how thankful I am for all your love, support and comments! I'm sorry it took me this long to update and I hope this chapter won't disappoint you! I had a lot of fun writing this after struggling that damned writer's block, I'm back with chapter 8! Please enjoy my sweeties~~ Another long chapter, get ready hehehehe~
PS: I FINALLY FOUND A KOOKIE LOOK A LIKE DOLL HUEHUEHUE! WHICH I DO NOT OWN SADLY D:
[Stop crying Shishou, a smile is more suited to your beautiful face.] - mouthed words without voice
"Please talk to me Jungko." - thoughts
"You're into some weird shit hyung." - spoken together by two or more people
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Halfway through your walk to the BTS dorms, people began to stare and notice you guys as you traversed the streets with Jungkook who was wearing a mask that almost covered his whole face and so is your dear 'messenger' prompting them to think that they,
1. Have cough or flu and wears a mask to not transmit their sickness
2. Are thugs or thieves
Or
3. Idols or actors
Most people grew excited at the prospect of letter 'C' picking up their phones so they could take a candid photo of you guys, giddy for any scandal they can make up and post on twitter, but one glare from you was enough to make them run away with tails tucked between their legs. You are in no mood to deal with their shit.
So they should Fuck Off before you scream bloody murder and claw their damn eyes out.
"Augh, just what I need, more stress."
You were so engrossed and focused on getting to the BTS dorms that you fail to notice a silhouette following you three blending with the shadows of the night.
Since Jungkook was clearly opposed on bringing the 'messenger' to their home and has openly shown his dislike to the 'guy' in all black, the two of you had been walking a good distance away from 'him' in which 'he' didn't like one bit.
'He' glared at the the BTS's maknae's left hand that was clutching your right hand wanting to tear him away from you.
It's been two years since 'he' last saw you face to face, it's been twenty four months of longing for your soft and affectionate touches, seven hundred and thirty days since 'he' felt your heartfelt Kisses.
'He' had missed you greatly in all the years that you have been apart and 'he' wants nothing but to hold you, embrace you and be drowned into your intoxicating scent of vanilla and roses.
But 'he' can't do it now on the streets where there are potential enemies everywhere. Also 'he' has a mission to fulfill and 'he' needs your full cooperation plus 'his' Doll brother's help if they want to find a way to destroy their damn contract on their current foul Master.
Reaching an intersection, you and Jungkook stopped before the pedestrian crossing, waiting as the cars zoomed by. A police officer was greeting the on-goers and passersby as he patrolled, giving you and Jungkook a warm smile, but his grin fell off his face when he saw the 'messenger' rushing to get to the two of you as if he was about to ram on Jungkook full force and push him on the ongoing traffic when the traffic light turned yellow.
The police officer launched into action gripping the 'messenger's right forearm preventing him from reaching your side.
"What do you think you're doing young man?"
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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...
