"Where are you?

Can you hear me in your dreams?

My missing piece..."

"I've been screaming for you since the day they ripped you from my arms"

"...Sometimes I can still feel your warmth"

Forever calling into the dark, a man still searches for the one he lost. 

"I'm coming"

 

 

Jung Yunho is 27 and a doll-making prodigy, and from a young age he realised he could make objects come to life. He went into creating dolls of his own, fascinated by the perfect exterior of something so dead inside. Puppets without strings. And he loved them like any artist cares for their works, like a proud father looking over his cute children ... but as years past and he grew lonely. The dolls were pretty-seeming things, but so lifeless. He had a warm nature and a kind heart, he ached for a companion of his own, something he could truly love. A void was created within him and it demanded to be filled, an unquenchable thirst.

He finally resolved to create someone, a beautiful doll to keep him company. He toiled and crafted, creating a doll of unmatched beauty. With soft skin and delicate features, even the work in progress was a sight to behold. Anyone who saw him could not deny him.

Jaejoong was made from the finest porcelain, he had glittering black eyes and long eyelashes. His body was sculpted to shame Adonis and Narsissus, but his lips were his creator's favourite... They were soft enough to kiss. He looked life-like and as people passed him, they often mistook him for a beautiful assistant to Yunho. His creator animating him like all the dolls before him, the moving doll looked real. He was a masterpiece. He looked so life-like, so touchable ... But he wasn't alive. It threw his creator into despair. To be so close to having him, but doomed to live in solitude. Yunho grew desperate, researching rituals and arts long forbidden by man...

...Jung Yunho cut out a part of his soul and fused it to the doll.

The doll's eyes flickered into life, already aware and forever bound of the one who had crafted him. Kim Jaejoong was awake. Yunho was ecstatic, his dream finally realised. And oh how he loved him. Both new to this happiness, they were aware that they were two parts of a whole. Jaejoong loved and served Yunho and Yunho loved, raised and cared for the fragile, ethereal being. They spent years together, Jaejoong was in awe of everything surrounding him; the lights, the clay, the sunset, they were all new to him and all equally amazing. And as Jaejoong fell in love with the world around him, Yunho realised exactly how much he could care. Yunho became his protector and master, finding a new purpose in life.

But Fate is the master of all and she's a sadist at the best of times. Word spread, millions became aware of the doll's existence. Jaejoong was priceless and coveted. In secret, men plotted to end their happiness in the name of avarice and envy. On 12th of June 1998, when resting peacefully with Jaejoong in his arms, Yunho was poisoned. His hold tighten protectively over his doll and he struggled in vain to keep him in his arms. He fought with what strength he had left, but wounded, unprepared and drugged, he lost the most precious thing in his life to men with hearts of stone.

He cried out, chasing them as far as he could go, but he fell to the floor. The running had spread the poison faster and, staring at the sky, he wondered if today was the day he was going to die. He refused, stuggling to breathe, he tried to call for help. A neighbour heard, finding him bleeding and calling the ambulance.

He survived, but fell into a coma. In his dreams he could hear his love calling to him, crying the lullaby he'd sung for every troubled night in the twelve years they had been together. A week later, surpassing the doctor's feeble hopes, Jung Yunho woke up, howling in pain...The pain of poison, the pain of the knife wound and above all, the pain of loss. Two days of heavy morphine and stitched passed before he could leave. He came home and searched for any trace of the intruders.

He froze his heart and continued to search, chasing the paper slips and hints of any person kind enough to help and some hints that were forced from those who weren't. He didn't care for collateral damage, any man who got in his way and refused to help him wasn't worth their pathetic life. During the day he was a machine, scanning, searching, chasing... But at night, he was still only a man. He still softly called out to Jaejoong. in the hopes that he could still hear his whispers.

"I'm coming, wait for me. I'm fighting for you. I'll find you.", he called. Sometimes he sang. But he didn't cry. There wasn't time. He sometimes thought he could hear Jaejoong's quiet sobbing and hummed to comfort the man in his dreams. He wasn't going to cry, knowing that his other half was having to deal with so much more. And it was his fault. All of Jaejoong's pain was because he hadn't been strong enough to protect him.

Still searching, will this man find the one he lost? The one he still sings to, even after so many years have past.

 

"I won't break. I won't give in. I'm coming"