✖ hyeri's apartment

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There was something odd about this though; A doll at rest will stay at rest, unless acted upon by a maiden's loving soft lips. So supposedly, the first thing he should lay his eyes on was his buyer but no woman, or man, was caught in his field of vision. Perhaps he got too distracted by the newfound surroundings but it was time he sees his owner.

Minki stepped out of his box and walked a few steps before feeling the chill run up his chest, he soon realized he was and it was not a good way to welcome someone unless they are about to bask in each other's love in bed, but he doubted it so the machine grabbed the red cloth that came with him and wrapped it around his body. In a way, he looked like a character in greek mythology. It wasn't long before he found his mistress at the far end of the room, engrossed in her work. Though beautiful even from a far, he could tell that stress was creeping in on her if judged by the dark bags forming under her eyes. He walked towards her and accidentally knocked a stack of paper lying on the floor. The male picked it up and continued his way until he was standing right beside her, raising an eyebrow while he read the words she carefully type. He leaned closer to the screen on purpose, his face near hers by only a mere inch. And then he spoke.. "Is this why you left me at the corner after kissing me?" His gaze stowed away from the screen to her face, slightly turning his head so they were face to face. "How rude of you."

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@lee hyeri "My perfect prince." A lady clad in a white lab coat and thick-rimmed glasses spoke as she gently the doll's cheek with the back of her hand while looking at him with infatuated yet lonely eyes. "I can't believe we have to part ways so soon. I haven't had enough of you yet." An audible sigh escaped her lips before she looked at beauty sitting inside the black box once again and, as if she wasn't in control of her own mind, her hands slowly tried to lift the machine off of its package. "If only I can steal you from h--" Her self-murmuring and mischievous plan was distrupted when a colleague called out from behind, startling the woman causing her to accidentally drop the doll back on its crate. "What are you trying to do? Hurry up and fix the box! We have to deliver it as soon as possible." The man, with his annoyed expression, walked up to where the lady stood and hastily put the lid of the box before ordering the delivery men to take it away to the address written on his boardlist. On the other hand, the female tester couldn't do a thing to stop the box from being taken away. She had to watch it get carried inside a truck until it disappears on the way to its fateful owner. This was probably the hardest job for a tester -- restraining yourself from getting too attached to the dolls because one day, someday each of them will find their own respective owners, and they're the only one left to remember. A lot if testers retired because of this complication, some were fired, most of which this single perfect doll caused. That's the thing about model #008; his flaws are not the bugs that go haywire in his system, it's the way he makes his owners insanely infatuated with him, some, to the point where the love has become toxic to the buyer. Thus his sweet personality was nerfed so that it could balance with his goddess-like appearance.

Now, inside that black box resting at the back of a delivery truck, sat the latest updated version of doll number eight. With his power system turned off, he appeared to be in a peaceful deep slumber until the delivery man carried his crater in front of Lee Hyeri's apartment. It took a few rang of the doorbell before the man heard shuffling inside the home. He adjusted his cap readying to greet the lady but it seemed like she got distracted because another half a minute passed and no one still opened the door. Growing impatient and checking his wrist watch, he realized it's almost time for his shift to end so the guy pushed the doorbell for the last time before deciding to leave earlier than he should, leaving the box beside her doorstep and for the girl to carry it alone inside her apartment. Ofcourse the machine witnessed none of this. He didn't heard the doorbell nor the exhausted huffs and curses that escaped his owner's lungs. Not until she gently pressed her cherry lips on his that he started to feel a tinge of sensation. Starting from his lips where her kiss lingered, until it slowly crawled through the nerve-like wires in his whole body, but it took a while longer before his system completely reboot. The sudden drop from earlier must have been at fault. Neverthless, his 'waking up' was a success.

His long eyelashes fluttered open while his eyes adjusted to the light making him able to see clearer. For a doll who doesn't have any memories of his past, he was aware that he's in a different place. A different environment, which could also mean that he has finally been purchased... but, by who? He instantly searched his storage memory for any information about his owner and the first thing that his mind processed was her name -- Lee Hyeri. His vision wandered around from his perspective, looking first at the cobwebs on the corner of the ceiling to the few empty picture frames on the wall. But what he stared at the longest was the view outside the glass wall window. Ivory flakes in different shapes fell from the sky. His system identified it as snow and reminded him that it was currently winter season. A perfect time for romance and a lot of cuddling.

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“Boyfriend Factory...?“ The female repeated the words in a small whisper and eyed the box cluelessly once again while running her fingers in a swift move through her soft curls. It took awhile before her still hazy brain put two and two together and finally made sense out of this odd morning. Flashbacks of aimless wandering, an intimidating, foreign company building and a catolog full of artificial perfection invaded her mind. This had to be the humanoid she purchased a few days ago in a moment of miserable weekness and even though it was hard to believe, the 'living' proof was right in front of her eyes.
Without wasting another second, the struggle of carrying the huge package inside started.
A few huffs and a few curses later, Hyeri had succeeded and now she was kneeling next to the large, black box as she carefully inspected the outer package while her fingers gently brushed over it's smooth surface. Taking a deep breath, she gingerly removed the lid.

What her eyes saw, left her in complete awe once again like the first time she had got to know about his existence and the girl couldn't help herself but to stare down at him with wide opened eyes and slightly parted lips. Yes, it was a him. The young, male humanoid from the catolog, with his alabaster white skin, white strands that looked as if starlight had kissed his hair, rosy lips and extremely long lashes was laying in the box. He was wrapped up in a dark red blanket and had his eyes closed, making it look like he was either Sleeping Beauty or Snow White, who rested in her coffin.
It took the blogger a few minutes to regain her senses and finally lay her eyes on the small note that was placed beside his head.
“Humanoid doll #015: Kiss me to wake me from my deep slumber.“ She read out silently, reminded her that he was a doll after all and not a fairytale princess, even though he could easily resemble one of them.

Drawing in another, shaky inhale of air, as if she was preparing herself for what to come next, Hyeri braced herself before she finally leaned down to close the small gap between them and lightly brush her soft lips against his in a gentle kiss.
After the small caress, she hesistantly pulled back and sat there in silence, anticipating his reaction while her fingertips absentmindedly traced her own lips, making it seen as if his kiss was still lingering there.
Seconds passed that turned into minutes and nothing happened. And with a final glance at the boy she harshly sank her teeth into the soft flesh of her bottom lip and got up.
“Kissing a doll... Are you really that pathetic and desperate, Hyeri?“ A bitter chuckle left along with these words as she shook her head at her own sillyness. Fairytales will never come true, no matter how much her heart will wish for it. She was always on her own and nothing is going to change that in the future, even though it was hard to accept. Returning from the short-lived daydream that was too good to be true to the ugly reality, the broken beauty returned to her desk – after all she still had to meet that deadline.

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Never had a winter night’s sky been more serene and calming: the kisses that the wind blew pressed against the windows while the stars shone up above - igniting the sky and looking over every evanescent being. The stars protected you and cared for you like parents. The stars guarded everyone from darkness; the bare darkness that everyone was afraid of: the loneliness. Instead they guided each lost seeker, illuminating the sky so it was no longer the monstrous chasm of dusk but the inspiring light of hope. And one would watch. One would see. One would learn. But sometimes the stars made mistakes, too. Some would get engulfed by work, some would get intoxicated by alcohol and some just didn’t care at all. And for Hyeri this was the case. The two stars that she adored when she was barely able to walk on her own two feet failed to guide her- failed to do their job as a parent. They left without a word or any explaination, fading like the sun when it was time for the moon to take over along with his dark embrace. But unlike the always repeating change of night and day... they disappeared for good.

Apart from the soft gleam of the moon and the stars, the only remaining source of light in this pathetic illusion of a 'home' was the notebook resting on the firm, cool surface of her wooden desk.
For a moment – barely more than a blink of molten chocolate, the girl had interrupted her work as she lost herself in her thoughts, in that untold story of past, in these haunting memories that were locked deep inside her heart. However, now her petite fingers danced across the keyboard again as if nothing had happened and filled the empty silence with the faint sound of tapping despite the late hour. Another nightshift and another deadline had forced the young female to stay awake for the forth night in a row and postpone her sleep once again. It wasn't unusual for Hyeri taking her workaholic tendencies into consideration, though this time the lack of rest really impaired her ability to focus and not even caffeine was doing the trick anymore. She could feel how her hands slowed down bit by bit with each passing minute and how her eyelids became unddeniable heavy. Every time they fluttered close, it was harder to open them and no matter how hard she fought off the exhaustion, eventually her eyes remained shut as her head slowly sank onto her left arm. Morpheus had lured her with his sweet lullaby and now Hyeri was safe and soundly wrapped up in his embrace.

Soothing dreams had accompanied the sleeping beauty for a few hours until the piercing ringing of the doorbell wrenched her away from her deep slumber and caused her to jolt up from her desk, almost blacking up during the process from standing up too suddenly.
A soft groan escaped her plumb, pale lips in the shade of rose petals as her sore body ached with knifelike numbness thanks to her uncomfortable sleeping position. Making a mental note to not fall asleep at her workplace again, she dragged her bare feet towards the source of this early nuisance. When Hyeri passed the glass curtain wall in the living room, something caught her gaze and she unconsciously paused in her track to admire the sight. Snow was coming down in heavy, thick flakes, painting the facades a brilliant white in the early morning glow. It was the first this year and the sheer purity of this picturesque scenary almost made her forgot the reason why she got up in the first place.
But right on cue the bell rang again to remind her that somebody was impaitiently waiting for her and so Hyeri snapped out of her daze and hesistatly teared her gaze away from the windows. Wondering who would actually spare some off their precious time to pay the girl a visit, she quickly made her way to the door and carefully pressed down the handle to open it. Against all odds, instead of a person, nothing except for the blank corridor greeted her - perhaps someone just mixed up up the apartment number and accidentally rang her doorbell? Nothing of note and yet something seemed off in this case, the female just couldn't put her finger on it. Until she finally noticed the ominious black box, that was resting against the opposing wall and overtowered by at least forty centimetres. Beautifully curved, silver letters were neatly painted on the front: 'The B♂yfriend Factory© - Model #008, Minki'.

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