Doll #02's room

@No #02 Jiho opened his eyes, showing the doll a tired smile. "You woke up." He sighed relieved, rubbing his face, hoping it wasn't showing how tired he was. "You're at my house." He said, "The clinic to be more precise, you nearly died." He said with a serious tone, looking at the doll seriously. "Don't you ever do that again." He mumbled, no anger left in his voice, too tired to bring it up. "How are you feeling?" He decided to ask instead, waiting for the doll to answer. He actually wanted to go up to his room and sleep but he couldn't rest until he had personally made sure the doll was alright. He didn't even know the doll's name, Jiho realized and still he could not distance himself from those feelings of worry.

@☾ V.I.P. Zico The doctors had managed to save Taemin by giving him a blood transfusion and putting an IV in arm. His arm was wrapped up in thick layers of gauze, and his leg had been placed into a cast with a bright pink cover around it. They had figured since the injuries brought to his ankle were so severe he'll probably have it off of him in 8 weeks. Since Taemin had been sent into a short coma because of the blood loss they decided to question him on his fractured ankle, cut on his arms, and the other minor injuries he had gotten. The faded cuts appeared to be self-inflicted then again they could be wrong.

After hours of being in a deep sleep, Taemin finally opened his eyes. He released a throaty groan and tried lifting his heavy eyes open so he could see the blinding light of the room he was in. "Unh... what?" he says and turns his head to look around the room. He saw the ordinary pictures of painted flowers on the walls, floor lamps, and heard faint beeping of a machine. "Where am I?"

@No #02 Jiho's eyes widened when the doll wavered, reaching out to quickly hold him up and pull the smaller male against his chest. He flipped open his phone again and called his doctor, barely refraining from yelling at him and come meet him halfway, with an ambulance since he had someone with him in dire need of treatment. He quickly explained the blood loss and that he had cut his wrist, adding a quick mention of his broken ankle but that wasn't his priority right now. The doctor said he would depart immediately with all the needed instruments.

Too long for Jiho's patience, they finally heard the sirens of the ambulance coming their way. They pulled over at the side of the street and Jiho carefully lifted the doll out of the car, running over to the ambulance while it hadn't even completely stopped. His doctor and a few nurses appeared mere seconds later and they took the doll out of his care, treating the male's wrist and giving him a blood transfusion.

Jiho collapsed onto the ground, feeling exhausted thanks the the nerve wracking ten minutes he had spend in the car, the doll dying next to him. "." He mumbled and ruffled up his hair, feeling a supportive hand of his driver, lightly resting on his shoulder and leaning into the touch, really needing the support now more than ever.

They drove back to his house, Jiho in his car and the doll in the ambulance, though his doctor had reassured Jiho there was nothing he should worry about anymore, the male still felt nervous the whole ride home. Having a private clinic in his house, that was where the doll was brought. They operated his ankle and a few hours later, Jiho found himself sitting next to the doll's bed, on a chair, with his eyes closed in exhaustion and waiting for the doll to wake up.

@Zico (reply is going to be half assed since I just woke up from a nap too >.<)

The blonde doll's head slowly brought it's attention back to the guest, it bobbed from side to side slightly from how weak he was getting. A slight paleness in his skin was starting as the blood loss in his arm effected his body and functioning. Taemin his dry lips, and nodded his head at the man. "Yess... ssiirrr." his voice croaked. All of a sudden his eyes began to get heavy, and his heart beat slowing down. This was going to be it. He was going to die in the back of this man's limousine. Not where he wanted to be but it was the about to be the place of his death.

@No #02 Jiho looked at the doll, feeling slight surprise at the doll addressing him as 'sir' since he'd hadn't really used polite speech to him previously. "A little while, about half an hour I think." He immediately answered. He hummed in thought before looking at the doll again. "I'm going to let my doctor treat that wound on your wrist as well, and also let him preform a total check up, I don't want you leaving my house with any injury, that's against my principles." He explained to the doll, not even knowing why he was doing so, he didn't really think the doll would be interested in it either way.

The doll looked a bit pale though, Jiho noticed, and it slightly worried him. The doll could have lost a lot of blood for all he knew before he had bandaged his own wrist. Seeing as how the doll didn't really think much of himself, Jiho thought it could be possible. Pressing his lips together, he looked at the driver, asking him to 'step on it', wanting the doll to see his doctor as soon as possible.

@Zico The doll closes his eyes for a moment, gathering his thoughts together of the events that happened tonight. From the moment the guest came upon his room to being inside of his limousine. Taemin even guessed that the man never brought anyone, let alone a doll, to his house. He would have been okay with being taken to a hospital instead of having the Puppet-master's doctors tend to his injuries. Then again the doll couldn't complain or change anything to whatever he wanted. He was a doll and the guest was generous enough to have his personal doctors tend to him.

Taemin sighs as he continued to stare out of the window. He turned his head to the guest, not noticing he was deep in his own thoughts as well. "How long will it be until we arrive at your house sir?" His voice was quiet, he didn't want the driver to hear him either.

@No #02 Jiho leaned against the window, watching the outside as the car silently drove towards his house. His outer appearance was calm but his thoughts were hectic and filled with the doll sitting next to him. He tried to process all the information he had received the passed, how long had it been? An hour? A few hours? It didn't happen a lot that Jiho lost track of time, and now that he did, he was surprised it was caused by a doll.

Jiho got disgraced when his phone started buzzing. Shaking his head, Jiho quickly took his phone out of his pocket and answered it. His mood darkened a bit at the information he received and barked a few orders to the other side of the line before hanging up, immediately calling someone else and giving them specific orders. He could not believe there was another person pretending to be Zico, leaving his signature as he hacked into a few computers, it truly enraged him, especially since he knew the bastard would soon get caught anyway, especially if he was using his name, since the NSA had a high chance on jumping on the person, but Jiho didn't want people to think he could get caught that easily, it would damage his reputation enormously.

Jiho sighed as he leaned his head back against his headrest, closing his eyes as his mind was racing through every solution he could come up with, desperately hoping it all could get solved without much trouble if only he could think of something. He didn't even realize the doll was in the car next to him, that's how much he was absorbed into his own thoughts.

@Zico Taemin didn't respond back to any of the guest's remarks, he'd figured being quiet would hopefully make things easier for him. After all this guy was willing to take him to the hospital and pay for all the medical expenses despite him loosing so much money. The doll could tell he was rich but did that wealth have a limit? He wondered what kind of profession did this man have to be having a lot of money in his wallet. When Taemin was younger he knew about music idols having money, models, actors, business CEOs, and drug smugglers earning a lot throughout time. Could he be one of those five?

The doll was engrossed in his thoughts he hadn't even realized that he was being taken away from his bedroom. The guest carrying him in his arms and walking away to the front door of the dollhouse. It was still dark obviously but Taemin could see the man's face from the street lamps. He never paid attention to it; the male was quite attractive. The slanted yet piercing eyes could tell you he was not a force to be reckoned with. His blonde hair seemed to fit him quite nicely though he looked odd when it was combed down. As the doll caught his gaze being fixated on the man, he felt a tickle in his stomach. He didn't know what it was, though he passed the tickles off as a sign of upcoming vomiting.

He was placed in the limo then buckled up, the doll finally took his eyes off of the guest when he shut his door. The doll rubs his arms, staring out of the window.

@No #02 Jiho sighed softly and shook his head. "You're an idiot." He mumbled, getting up, and taking out a shirt out of the doll's closet. He pulled it over his head. It barely fit him but he just ignored it and walked back to the bed. He sat down next to the doll and pushed his hair out of his face to look at him and make sure the doll was looking back. "I'm taking you to my doctor." He said, his voice serious but not angry anymore. "I want you the get looked at, I'll tell Jaejoong I enjoy you to much to just leave or something, there's nothing he can to about it anyway, or he would loose all the money." Jiho didn't even know why he was explaining everything to the doll but just shrugged it off and carefully picked up the male, holding him close against his chest before he opened the door and walked through the halls.

Jiho was glad the hallways were almost deserted as he walked through them, nodding once at the male behind the cash register before leaving the dollhouse. The man couldn't do anything to him after all, Jiho had the right to fire him, or at leased, he'd go complaining to Jaejoong and /then/ he would get fired, since Jaejoong, no matter how much they teased each other, still wanted to stay on his good side.

Jiho took the doll towards his limo and nodded at his driver when he opened the door, carefully placing the other inside before stepping around the car and getting in on the other side. Once inside, he made sure to fasten the doll's seatbelt before fastening his own and they took off, towards Jiho's house, since his doctor was there 24/7 anyway.

@Zico 'You're such an idiot.'

'You can't do anything right can you?'

'Ugh don't you know how much of a burden you are on this guy?'

Tons of thoughts ran through Taemin's mind all at once as he wept on the wooden floor. They were all right about it; he was a burden, he was an idiot, and he couldn't do anything right. The doll hadn't even realized he was placed on his bed until the man snapped at him and he was brought back to reality. His lifeless eyes stares at the guest before slowly detaching themselves from his face and glaring at the floor.

Taemin didn't felt like answering his question about his foot. He knew it was broken from the injuries he received from that doll attacking him. He actually wanted for it to get infected at the least so that way he'd be bed bound and won't get out from his room unless he needed to go to the bathroom. Which only happened three times a day.

"I figured it might be broken... I just didn't want to be a burden on anyone's shoulders with a petty injury like a broken foot." He explains then pulls the covers up to his body. "I don't want to see the puppetmaster's doctors." Taemin never explained why, but his reason was that the doctors may inform the puppetmaster of his injury. Then the man of the dollhouse would have to see about it, personally with the doll. The pale-skinned beauty could only think about the horrors the puppetmaster would give to him.

@No #02 Jiho noticed the stunned expression on the doll's face, tilting his head a bit, not knowing what the other had expected from him but he shrugged it off as he watched the male limp towards the closet and pulling out a shirt. He carefully observed him walk, unable to stop himself from wondering what had happened to the male's left foot to hurt so bad he couldn't even put any weight on it. He just shrugged though, when the doll said his shirt might be too small, he had already figured that out from looking at the slim male but he still needed something to dress in. "It's fine, as long as I can cover myself." He mumbled.

Jiho noticed the doll's eyes going to the bed and his bloodstained shirt, inwardly rolling his eyes. Really, had the doll only noticed now that he had used his shirt to stop the blood and therefore completely ruined it? He watch the doll limp back to the bed, saying something about fixing it before he fell onto the ground with a scream of pain.

At fist Jiho thought the male was exaggerating it, but then he thought of the face the doll had when he came into the room after cutting himself so bad and he slowly released something must be really wrong for the male to show tears of pain. He quickly hurried towards the other, for a few long seconds, not knowing what to do first but eventually deciding to pick him up and place the doll on the bed.

The male was a lightweight, so light Jiho wondered if he should worry about it. But right now he knew he couldn't. He quickly placed the male onto the bed before sitting down at the end end pulling up the underside of his pants. His ankle looked ugly. Jiho looked up at the male's face in surprise before looking back down again. It looked so bad, Jiho was wondering if it was broken. It certainly wouldn't surprise him in any way, especially when seeing the heavy pain it caused the doll to have.

"Do you realize it might be broken?" He asked the doll, he could feel anger boiling up in him again but pushed it away. He'd been angry enough for today, now he just wanted to inform the doll, though he knew he wouldn't be able to leave him anymore after what he'd seen today. "If it is, you'll have to visit a doctor." He said, looking back down at the ankle but making sure the doll could hear him, he could guess why the doll hadn't said anything to the puppetmaster as of yet, afraid to be punished, like most dolls were. "If you're not willing to see the doctor Jaejoong is paying for, I'll take you to my personal doctor without letting him know, I do have some power in here, now matter how much Jaejoong would want to deny it to me. If you promise to see Jaejoong's doctor, I'll leave you, but I don't want this staying untreated." He said.

The doll seriously was such a trouble, but then again, it was the first time Jiho had felt such anger and it felt... refreshing in a way, like being alive again after such a long time stuffed under the ground. He guessed everything he had been doing had become a routine to him, without anything to truly entertain him, excite him or anger him, except for this doll. He guessed it made him thankful to him, though he wouldn't say that, since the doll could take it the wrong way and think he was thankful for his cutting. No, Jiho hated the fact that the doll cut himself, but he was thankful for making him feel the emotion again, something that had been such a long time ago he'd almost forgotten what it felt like.

@Zico A faint sigh of relief escaped Taemin's lips when the man nodded his head at his request. He truly thought he would be yelled at or followed to be checked on, the approval stunned him quite a bit since he was expecting something different. The doll didn't complain about the choice the man made and places his hands on the sides of his body on the bed. With two pushes he stands up, still keeping the weight off of his left foot, then totters toward his closet across the room. He opens the door to the wardrobe, a handful of shirts hanging onto hangers in the small unit. He grabs a random shirt, a black long sleeve sweater.

Taemin slowly faces the man, his body half-facing him, "My clothes might be too small for you." He says, holding up the sweater to his chest. "The majority of my shirts are extra smalls, and one of them is a medium." His eyes look up at the guest's face for a second then darts them to somewhere else. Eventually he notices the bloodied shirt the man wore and had to use as a temporary towel for his recently bleeding arm. The doll silently gasps, suddenly feeling like a great burden on the man. He ruined a shirt of his, one that looked expensive, so pricey that Taemin couldn't even afford a penny on it.

When he was growing up he learned how to get rid of blood out of shirts from his grandmother. He was bleeding one day after playing soccer and accidentally got a cut on his side. Younger Taemin returned home, scared that his grandmother would yell at him like his mother and father would, but instead she kissed his cheek and asked if he was okay. He told her about the cut on his skin and she properly tended to it then led Taemin into the laundry room. Young Taemin watched as his grandmother used salt and water to remove the stain.

"If you don't have the right products to remove blood stains out from any fabric then this old fashioned method should work." She tells Taemin with confidence. Eventually after 30 minutes of soaking in salt and water the blood stain was gone and okay to be washed.

The doll bit on his bottom lip still eyeing the shirt on the bed. "I can fix that." he says tottering toward the bloody shirt. Taemin didn't notice the chair in his bedroom as he tottered to his bed. His injured foot got caught in it and he fell face forward. A scream of agony left his mouth as he rolled onto his back and wept in pain.

@No #02 [ Haha you're welcome ^_^ ]

Jiho felt like there was a lot more he wanted to tell the doll but he couldn't. Taking deep breaths to calm all his frustration and anger, he watched the doll, pitifully sitting on the bed and crying. He let out a soft sigh at the sight and got up again, walking towards the doll and hesitantly reaching out a hand. He wasn't the kind of guy to say hurtful words. He knew they had to be said or the doll might never stop, even know, Jiho didn't know how much effect his words had on the crying doll in front of him. For all he knew, he was crying for entirely different reasons.

Jiho sighed and pulled his hand back, walking back towards the first aid kit and closing the lid before walking towards his clothes. No shirt, of course. He thought to himself, walking back to the bed and finding his expensive shirt all bloodied next to the doll. Jiho let out another sigh. It had been one of his more expensive shirts but now he was sure it would end up in the bin, sadly. The male walked back to the chair, almost stepping on his watch and let out a soft groan when he picked it up and realized it broke. Yet another expensive article ruined. Don't misunderstand, it wasn't like Jiho didn't have money enough, not at all, or he wouldn't be the sponsor of this dollhouse. No, but Jiho knew how to appreciate expensive articles and made sure never to spend more money than necessary.

The guest looked up at the doll's question and thought it over. Of course he could go right back at cutting himself as soon as Jiho turned his back towards him, but then again, who said he wouldn't do that anyway as soon as Jiho left the room? Slowly he nodded. "Do you by chance have a shirt I can change into as well?" He asked, his voice soft but steady and looked at the other expectantly as he waited for a reply.

@Zico [i feel special >.< thank you~]

Taemin didn't try or wanted to listen to the guest though some of his words did stab his heart repeatedly. The indirect compliment he got on his appearance, the rejection of the taking care of him, and the latter statement said to him. He brought his knees up to his chest and stared at the door in front of him. When the guest leaves Taemin crawls underneath his blankets and closes his eyes. He didn't want for all of this to happen in one night. He didn't even want for a guest to visit him, let alone talk to him about how he was ruining his life by cutting.

One thing still got to the doll though.

Why didn't the guest just leave him alone?

Taemin pushed him away as hard as he could, but this guy was too damn persistent. He was as stubborn as he is and when two stubborn people collide it's not a pretty show. The doll wiped at his eyes with the sleeves of his shirt then noticed the bloody stain on his shirt. He needed to change out from the shirt, unfortunately, the guest was in his room. If Taemin left the room to change the man would probably follow him to the bathroom to see if he'd cut again. If he asked, politely, for him to step out he'd possibly deny his request and watch him strip down to topless. Eventually he will see the scars on his body, the ugly scars that made his smooth porcelain skin seem rough. In reality he didn't have rough skin it was smooth like a baby's even though he rarely moisturized his skin.

"I... I have to change out from my shirt." Taemin announced in a soft voice, looking at the man with saddened eyes. "Could you... could you step out please? I promise I'm not going to do anything to myself I just want to change my clothes in private." He explains.

@No #02 [ Sorry my replies aren't as long as yours >.< I'm not really used to writing so many and long paragraphs, you're the first ^_^; ]

Jiho listened to the doll's explanation without saying a word, not when the doll started calling him persistent, not when he admitted he was cutting himself, nor by his dead tone. He hummed softly and eventually decided to sit down on the bed next to the doll. He didn't look at the male, just staring at the door at the other side of the room. After listing to the doll's ramble he thought about his words a while longer before turning to the other male. He had no hope that his words would help the other, nor if the doll would even listen to them, but he knew that he wanted to at leased say something.

"First of all." Jiho started with a soft sigh. "I would not tell on you. Yes I'm angry and though I might be sponsor of this place, if Jaejoong doesn't even have eyes in his head to watch his own ing dolls, I am not gonna take his task from him." He said with shrug. "It's your own business, just don't think I'll be here to patch you up after you cut yourself, I do not support it in any way and I will not look after you if you plan on harming yourself, it's like looking after a lost cause and I will not waist my time on you."

Jiho looked at the doll to make sure he had understood his words before continuing. "Secondly," He started, "You seem to have a complete wrong view on your own body. You find yourself ugly and unattractive, but I'm sure I'm not the only one who finds you gorgeous." He said, looking at the doll without the slightest embarrassment. "You have a natural beauty to you, the kind which makes someone's eyes automatically wander to you without even realizing. I do not know what happened to you, what made you think you're ugly but believe me when I say you're not."

Having noticed something else in the doll's words, Jiho continued his lecture. "The dolls in this house inflict pain on you? Then learn to stand up for yourself and do something about it and cutting yourself. Do you even realize you are letting them win by hurting yourself and continuing to torture yourself with thoughts about dying and by the blood you draw every time you cut yourself?"

Jiho sighed and stood up, looking down at the doll once before shaking his head and walking towards the first aid kit and starting to pack it again. "I am not going to leave this here." He notified the doll. "If you plan on hurting yourself again, I won't be here, nor will I give you access to the easy way out, you'll have to find a way yourself." He grumbled. He was seriously frustrated by the male, both his actions and his words. He wanted to leave immediately and leave the doll to take care of himself.

@Zico [it's not short, it's fine ^^]

The doll's shoulders were slouched forward and his head hung low, the blonde strands of hair shadowing his face in the fluorescent bedroom. His arm was stuck out for the man to bandage it properly; the tears falling out from his eyes in beads and landing onto his lap. They left dampened spots scattered on his pajama pants. At the sound of the guest's shout he flinched, biting down on his bottom lip to suppress his wails with whimpers. He knew he was being a burden to this man -- a huge burden upon his shoulders. He knew the man would tell people about what he was doing to himself. He knew that the man would possibly start booking for him every night now just to see if he was going to cut again. Taemin felt like an idiot. He ruined himself, this man, his parents, he ruined everyone's life. Why didn't God just kill him now? Just put an end to his constant annoyance among others around him. People's lives would be better without him, he wouldn't have to go through such pain, and no one would even know he was gone.

The question the guest asked him wasn't answered by Taemin, instead he kept his head low but raised his eyes to glance up at the man's figure in front of him. He could sense eyes glaring straight at him and the harshness in the male's voice. He was still angry at him for the cut on his arm. The bleeding had stopped, in appreciation to the guest, but the pain circulating Taemin's mind and heart hadn't. That's something that is impermanent; not repairable. Subconsciously the blonde-haired boy ran his hand up and down the injured arm. Guilt started to take over making him feel like he was worthless.

Why?

Why was he cutting himself?

Why did he act like the world was turning his back on him when he was turning his own back on it?

Why?

Taemin lifted his head to finally look the man in his eyes. He was afraid to even speak to him, but he gathered the courage to explain himself. "What I do is none of your business, but I can tell you're an adamant and persistent character." He started off, his tone being dead. "To answer your second question, yes, I do cut myself. To answer your first question, I did knew what I was doing. I have my own mind, my own conscious and I understood what I did. Finally to answer your last question... why?" Taemin's voice became soft-spoken but still held that dead tone. His eyes lowered to the ground eying his feet. "I don't even want to tell you because I know you'll tell on me. After I tell you why, you'll go to the puppetmaster and tell him about what I do. Once he finds out about it, I'm done for." Although the teenager hadn't met the puppetmaster he had a feeling he wasn't too nice toward his dolls.

He inhaled deeply then sighs, "I... I cut... I cut myself because I suffer from depression. That's why I do it. I think that by cutting myself I can relieve myself of the stress going on around me. I can let the pain from the dolls, and from my parents, vanish by just feeling a blade against my skin. I have to get that sense of blood pooling out from my body and the reminder that I am still alive. I don't want to be here on this planet, on this bed, in this hideous body! I want to be dead. Six feet under ground with nothing left to be a burden on anyone."

"I've committed suicide twice and they've all failed. God must want me on this Earth for some pathetic reason that I don't even know. I just want to go home, I don't want to be here anymore. Just take me away from here, Lord, take me please." Taemin blabbered, clapping his hands together and looking up at the ceiling.

@No #02 [ Haha, that's alright don't worry ^_^ Sorry if my reply is short u.u ]

Jiho didn't lessen his harsh treatment with the male just because he was crying. The kid should have known better than hurting himself like that. He rushed off to find a first aid kit, returning a while later and finding the male still crying on the bed. "Shut up!" He growled and opened the first aid kit, pulling out everything he needed and throwing it on the bed next to the doll before sitting on the ground in front of him. He grabbed his shirt which was now soaked in blood and carefully removed it from the wound on the doll's arm, sighing relieved when he noticed the blood had reduced a bit. He then reached out for a small bottle and started disinfecting the wound on his arm. He held the arm carefully though securely so the doll wouldn't immediately pull back and made sure not to apply too much pressure as he worked.

Jiho sighed relieved when he finished bandaging the male's wrist, making sure it stayed before standing up and glaring at the male. "What the hell were you thinking?" He asked, his anger returning when thinking of the doll's actions. He hadn't even taken care of the wound, bandaging it with toilet paper? He should know better. Especially since Jiho hadn't missed the other scars on the male's wrist after he'd cleared the blood around the wound. "You cut yourself?" He asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest and waiting. He looked around the room but could not find anywhere to sit down except for the bed so he decided to keep standing.

"Why?" He asked, not understanding why the doll would hurt himself. He knew dolls could be very unhappy here, especially because of the rough treatment guests gave them, but this doll didn't look like he ever got a master here. Should he be happy instead? That no one wanted him? Which meant he could spend his days in peace in his own room. That's the way Jiho saw it anyway. That the doll was lucky and he definitely shouldn't be hurting himself. He looked down at the bandage now around the doll's wrist and sighed, ruffling up his hair. He felt so frustrated for some reason and he couldn't even bring it under words. He just wanted to know why.

@Zico (i fell asleep sorry about that)

The doll was just about to get back in bed, underneath the covers and sleep until the guest rushed up to him and snatched his arm. The arm that was injured. The sudden realization caused the boy to panic and react to the grip on his arm by tugging it away from the man. Unfortunately he was too weak to even loosen the hold; Taemin kept tugging his arm away even after the man yelled at him and shoved him to his bed. The sleeve of his arm still rolled up and exposing the bloody make-shift bandage. "Let me go! Let me go now! Stop this!" he shouts at the guest. Blood was now dripping onto his lap and on his bed. Beads of crimson painted the cotton blankets like the hot tears that ran down Taemin's face. He was crying because he had been found out. Now one person knows about his cutting. Someone knows about his self-harming. They don't know the reason behind it.

Taemin's arm grew limp from the amount of blood he was losing and from the guest's harsh treatment to him. Finally he let him go to grab his clothes and left with a hard demand. The bleeding doll held the shirt to his arm, still sobbing. He sat up on the bed, hunched over the tears hitting his lap. 'Why does this always happen to me? Why? Why couldn't he had just listened to me when I told him to find another doll.' He started rocking back and forth while he waited for the man to return. Taemin's head was hurting and his arm was growing weaker by the minutes that passed.

The cutting happened when he was 13 years old. His parents abused him by bringing him down and students bullied him for his feminine looks. He wanted to do something about both of the problems but who would listen to a 13 year old? So he turned to doing this... cutting -- leaving slashes across his arm and legs. He attempted suicide twice. First when he was 14 after a group of students locked him inside of the janitors closet and left him there for the entire school day. He missed all of his 5 classes, one of the janitors found him there when it was 11 at night. He went home, found a rope, written a letter then hung himself to a hook on the ceiling. The hook was too weak to hold his body and broke. The second time had been at age 16. His father yelled at him for not getting the beer from the liquor store when he was too underaged to even buy it. His father slapped him across his face then mentioned something about dropping dead. Taemin thought he was going to finally end it this time. He took out a knife from the kitchen drawer then went into his bedroom. The teenager slashed his neck then passed out. When he woke up he was in the hospital instead of in the after life. God must have wanted him to live for some reason but he didn't know what.

@No #02 Jiho watched the doll walk off with narrowed eyes. There was something in the doll's voice he did not trust but he didn't move as the doll walked towards the bathroom. He couldn't really point out what he didn't trust anyway. Jiho sat up straight, placing the pillow against the wall behind him and leaning against it, waiting for doll number 2 to come back. When thinking more about it, he was quite surprised the doll was still so resistant and a on top of it, since the dolls were ranked according to how long they'd been in the house, the doll he was with was only second to Key, the head doll. Jiho started wondering why no one ever bought the doll. It wasn't like he was ugly, not at all, the doll was a beauty but didn't allow anyone to touch him. Most masters wouldn't really listen to the protests of a mere doll though, so there must be another reason no one ever wanted him. Even though a made him more valuable to some, too expensive of course to others... Jiho shook his head, ridding himself of his musings, he was getting tired of thinking everything over. He'd just wanted a good night rest, but now he was staying up, waiting for the doll to return, which was stupid. Jiho wondered if he shouldn't just sleep after all. But no, there was a strange feeling something was wrong and Jiho wouldn't be able to rest until he knew exactly /what/ was wrong.

The doll was staying away too long. Jiho groaned in annoyance. What the hell was the doll doing inside the bathroom for him to take half an hour or something. Jiho knew he left his watch on top of his clothes on the chair but he was too lazy to get up and check the time. He just knew the doll was taking too long and it was bugging him. Finally, finally the doll returned. Jiho almost lay back down in the bed but he immediately sat back up again. Blood. He thought, and his eyes immediately fastened on the doll, inspecting him from head to toe. He threw his blanket away and stomped towards the doll. He stopped in front of the male and took another good look at him, before he saw red coming through the sleeve of his arm. Jiho immediately grabbed the arm and pulled the sleeve back, exposing a bandage of tape and toilet paper from where blood was oozing out.

Jiho saw red.

"What the hell?!" He exclaimed angry and tugged the doll's arm in anger, pulling him towards the bed and throwing him on it. "What the is this!" Jiho yelled after he pulled the fabricated bandage away from the males arm, holding his arm up so the doll could clearly see what he meant. "You ing cut yourself!!!" He said, clutching the doll's arm painfully hard while blood dripped from the males arm onto his lap and the bed. "You ing cut yourself!" Jiho pushed the doll onto the bed and stormed towards the chair where he had neatly placed his clothes on. He grabbed his shirt, that being the only thing coming to his mind, ignoring his expensive watch falling on the ground and making an unhealthy noise before walking back to the doll, folding his shirt and harshly pressing it against the wound. "You!" He said between gritted teeth. "Will hold it like this until I return!" He said with a hard glare.

@Zico Taemin stiffens when he hears the man question on where he was going. To be more specific what was he doing. Immediately the doll had an answer to the question but the words just couldn't come out. It was as if he was scared to tell the guest what he was about to do. He didn't know the man, and he didn't know him either. Taemin had thoughts of the man following him to assure that he was going to do what he said, but he shook those thoughts away. "I'm going to the bathroom, sir," he replies back stiffly, "I have to do some business there." With that being said Taemin tottered off to the bathroom. Adding most of his pressure on his right foot then his left. The doll that attacked him that day got him good. He couldn't even bare to put the slightest of pressure on his left foot. He tried but a sharp pain would shoot up his leg and he'd scream in agony.

As the doll made his way to the bathroom he stopped by a table set in the hallway of the dollhouse. The table had a drawer that you can stash small items in. A paperclip, pencil, miniature notebook, and a pair scissors. Taemin stopped in front of the table then looked left and right for any shadows or people lurking the halls. He opens the drawer and takes out the scissors then started heading for the bathroom again. As soon as he made it in there the teenager rolled up the sleeve of his shirt and pressed the blade on his arm. Taemin had an addiction to cutting; because of his depression he turned to harming himself. By making his body look hideous then the guests would turn their eyes away from him. It was what he wanted anyways to be unattractive. Dolls hated him for being pretty, his parents hated him for being born, what better way to say you hate someone by turning their backs on you?

"Unf..." Taemin moans softly then looks in the cabinet for the first aid kit.

It wasn't there.

Panicking Taemin throws out every item in the cabinet on the floor. From capsules to hygienic products, he scattered to find a first aid kit. Whens he found none the boy ran his arm underneath cold water and used a sheet of toilet paper along with some tape. The cut was wide about an inch and a half. Blood kept running out and soaking the toilet paper. He figured he had to change the make-shift bandage after he wakes up. The doll walks back to his bedroom, still being careful with his foot and slips inside. He knew he smelt like blood but he didn't care. Plus the guest probably won't even question him, he should have been asleep by now. The screaming stopped and there weren't any noise.