K-pop Short Stories *ongoing*

BTS Jungkook - Dolls

It is late at night when I awake hearing scratching sounds in the box I put my new Jungkook doll in. I need to keep most of my valuables locked up because my little brother will come in here and play with them and break them. I can't be too mad though because he is only seven.

I pull the blankets above my head and try to go back to sleep but just as I close my eyes, I hear the scratching noise again along with mumbling coming from the same box.

I get up and slowly approach the box. I lift the lid and it's empty. No doll in sight. Suddenly, I hear a thud behind me, I turn around to see my new Jungkook doll sitting on the floor in front of my bed.

I walk over and pick him up, examining his body. "How did you get there?" I ask, hoping not to receive an answer. "Oh! Wait, your pants ripped. Ah, I will have to take them off of you to fix them... sorry kookie." I sigh.

I grab the hem of his jeans with my fingertips and am about to pull them down when suddenly I hear a yelp.

"Hey! No!"

"What?" I say, dumbfounded.

"What are you doing? Why are you so big??" A tiny voice asks.

I look down at the doll to see it blink at me. I scream and throw it against the wall, hitting Jimin on a poster. I run over and check the poster, making sure there are no rips.

"I'm sorry Jiminie, I'm just hearing and seeing things..." I whisper to my poster.

"What? Are you talking to a picture?"

I look over to see the Jungkook doll standing up.

"Um. Yeah? What the fuck are you?" I curse.

"Excuse your language."

"Jungkook?" I ask.

"Yes. What am I doing here? And why am I like six inches tall??"

"I don't know... I just bought you..." I say. "And for your information I just turned 18 three weeks ago."

"Oh then happy birthday!"

"Nice save. Anyway, how are you feeling?" I ask with a smile.

"Short. Now I know how Jimin Hyung feels." He laughs.

"That's so mean..." I say, trying to contain my laughter.

[3 days later...]

"Jungkookie! Jungkookie, where are you?" I ask, finally finding him sitting by my jewelry box. I pick him up. "Jungkookie, are you okay?"

He doesn't respond. But instead just sits there, his lifeless doll eyes, staring into mine.

"Jungkook, answer me! Are you okay?"

Suddenly, I open my eyes, seeing I am laying in my bed. I stand up and look at my Jungkook doll, which is in the open box that I left him in. His clothes are still on and his pants aren't tore anymore.

"Oh... It was just a dream..."