Have you ever seen  a puppet dance without strings? A doll smile without the careful craftsmanship of its master? No? Well neither has Kim Jaejoong.  

Born, or rather, created, on the 26th of January 1986, Jaejoong is actually a doll, fragile and delicate. Listen closely to the tale I have to tell you~

A man by the name of Jung Yunho, kind, handsome, warm and yet alone. So very alone that Yunho yearned for a partner. One who was perfect, with delicate skin, supple lips, long lashes and fragile through and through. What could be more fitting than a doll? A beautiful porcelain doll would do the man fine, one that could love him and never leave his side. So, Yunho made his dream become a reality, he created a stunning doll and it had all of it's perfect proportions, making it the most beautiful creature known to man and was then named, Jaejoong, the name meaning "existing in the middle". Yunho saw the name to have a bittersweet fitting for he was upset, more than upset, that his doll could not speak or move and was instead caught between the living and inanimate worlds. Not knowing what else to do, Yunho found a ritual that allowed him to pass part of his soul into Jaejoong, enabling the man to come to life at last, to breath his first breaths and to see his first sights. Yunho was overjoyed and the doll fascinated with the world around him, soon, after becoming used to the feelings that surged through him, and the senses that alerted him, he learned a sensational emotion that would flow in his vains whenever his master would brush against him or call his name with such a gentle nature. Love. Jaejoong learned to love his creator, he learned of all the desires one may feel when experiencing a new relationship. Above all else, the man wished to stay with his master forever, to explore the vast world together, to care for the man and to never leave his side.

Yet, fate is sadistic. 

On the 12th of June 1998, Jaejoong was falling asleep in his master's arms, the same way they had done for the past twelve years when he was stolen into the night. Yunho drugged and thr doll taken, it had become clear that word had spread of such a creation, leading to eager and greedy beings wanting the beautiful man for themselves.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

For agonisingly long years, Jaejoong was held captive, scared and tortured, the doll never aged but cried every night and sang the song Yunho once sang to him as he felll asleep in a warm embrace. Jaejoong was marveled at, put on show for his beauty, stripped in front of thousands over the time span as they gawked at him. All he could do was wonder when his one and only love would come back, to release him from his cage. Yet, he never came. Soon, Jaejoong lost all hope and let the men and women do as they pleased with him, the body didn't belong to him anyway and the male who had created it wasn't coming back to claim it, so why fight for it? From time to time, the doll would hear Yunho's voice, calling to him in his dreams, telling him he was on his way and that he would fight until he found him. 

After being bought for the night by a kindly man, Jaejoong was brought to The Rising Sun Academy where he was handed over to the headmaster and told he would forget all about his darkened past.On the twenty first year of the man's existence, his entire memory was finally wiped clean of all it's history. Kim Jaejoong knew nothing of Jung Yunho, of the pain he had been put through and was instead given a clean slate, the faintly tainted dreams visiting him the only small reminders of his past.

Now Jaejoong lives as a citizen and is visited by the headmaster of the Academy frequently, the man is important to him and has become a father figure to him and the doll knows he has a lot to pay back to the other, whether it be a small task or his own life on the line. Jaejoong also knows he's different, he's told daily of his beauty and hears the whispers of how it's odd that he doesn't age a single day. But Jaejoong feels empty, or at least like there's a piece missing of him, like he's meant to find someone. The phantom voice still calls out to him, the voice of a stranger but one that is familiar to his body and somehow comforts his lonely and sleepless nights. Fingers brushing through his hair, lips warming his skin, all the phantoms of his dreams haunt him and he wishes to find the owner of the actions that comfort and torture him so.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kim Jaejoong is searching, searching for the person who torments and loves him, his creator, his sole reason for being alive, Jung Yunho.

(where my heart belongs.)