yuta stumbled across the club, passing by dozens of dancing people as he headed to the bar.

not only was he thirsty, but he also intended to make a move to celebrate this 'end of break' in an appropriate way.

"what do you need?" the bartender asked, leaning over the bar to hear yuta's answer better – the music inside the club was too loud to communicate properly.

"where is sicheng?" yuta questioned, looking around the bar at the two other people serving drinks, noticing that none of them was sicheng.

"sicheng? his shift ended 10 minutes ago." the bartender replied. "now move if you're not going to order anything. people are waiting to be served."

yuta sighed, utterly saddened by the fact his crush had left the bar. he was sure that sicheng was supposed to work until 4... how could his shift have been shortened of three hours?

"i'd like something strong..." yuta told his head lowering.

"great." the bartender turned around to prepare yuta's drink.

"18,000 won." the bartender stated.

yuta fished his wallet inside his pocket, ready to pay the bill, however, someone else placed 20,000 won on the bar, just next to his drink.

"keep the change. the cocktail is on me." a melodious voice spoke, making yuta turn his head to look at the stranger.

needless to say, yuta was completely flabbergasted to see sicheng standing in front of him with a devilish smile. the boy had traded his bar uniform for tight leather pants and a sleeveless shirt, highlighting his curves nicely.

"don't you think you checked me out enough for the night?" sicheng chuckled, taking yuta's glass and having a sip of the alcoholic liquid.

"y-you just got there..." yuta let out, his eyes not wanting to believe this was real – he was seriously starting to imagine that the man in front of him wasn't sicheng, but his mind was imagining things because of the alcohol in his system.

"don't think i didn't notice you staring at me all night during my shift... and every other time you come to the club too. and every day at school... huh? yuta?"

yuta flushed beet red, but this got unnoticed thanks to the coloured lighting of the club. "y-you know my name...?" he asked, perplexed.

"it seems like i do. do you know mine too?" the chinese male asked, approaching yuta.

"sicheng..." the red-headed whispered, making the other boy smile again.

"great. so, are you going to watch me chugging down your drink all night, or are you going to invite me to dance?" sicheng continued, taking another sip of yuta's drink.

"you want to dance...? w-with me?" yuta blinked a few times, still not believing what was happening to him.

sicheng sighed. "that will do." he told before finishing the whole glass in one gulp and taking yuta's hand in his as he dragged the boy towards the dancefloor.

once in the middle of the dancing crowd, sicheng let his body being overpowered by the music surrounding them. his hips swayed gracefully from left to right as his arms rose in the air to add some more movement to his dance steps.

in front of him, yuta was a bit stiff, still not over the fact that the dong sicheng had come to him.

"why did you come to me?" yuta asked, stopping to dance.

"what? i can't hear you!" sicheng yelled, his voice covered by the loud music and cheers of the crowd. "and we're here to dance! so, dance with me!"

in a second, sicheng's body got glued to yuta's and the chinese male wrapped his arms around yuta's neck.

"why did you come to me tonight?" yuta tried asking again, this time louder so that sicheng could hear him better – in fact, their faces were so close that sicheng could have heard him even if he had whispered.

"i thought those not-so-subtle stares you gave me were because you were interested..." sicheng replied. "would you rather not have me between your arms?"

"did someone pay you for that?" yuta asked very seriously.

"no, of course not!" sicheng tsked.

"then why? why so suddenly?"

"because i decided to grow some balls and finally approach you." sicheng huffed. "to be frank, i thought you would be the one to come to me, but it has been more than a year, and you've never approached me for something else than asking a drink. that's why i did the first step. so, now that you have me between your arms, you could perhaps make the next one and kiss me... or is it too much to ask?"

yuta's insides burnt as sicheng's monologue went on.

so, sicheng had been staring at him too all this time?

yuta could just have gone to see sicheng, and the boy would have happily opened to him?

seeing that yuta wasn't answering, but instead, staring in the void, sicheng rolled his eyes. "i guess it is too much to- "

the chinese male was cut by yuta's lips crashing onto his as the japanese male placed his hands at the bottom of sicheng's back to pull his body even closer to his.

the kiss felt so much better than everything yuta had ever imagined.

sicheng's slim figure fitted perfectly against his, and his lips were so much tastier than in any of his dreams. this passionate was like a dream come true for yuta – and sicheng too, in some kind of way – and both of them couldn't get enough of it.

"woah..." sicheng let out, his mind dizzy after the powerful kiss.

yuta held his body in place so that sicheng didn't fall as they caught their breath.

both of them were in a wild state.

"come with me?" yuta asked, his hand sliding from sicheng's back to his hand.

"it would be a pleasure." sicheng nodded with a fast-beating heart.

and yeah, this was the start of a long and passionate night...

🎀

"oh, jaehyun, you're up!"

the so-called boy sat up slowly, looking at his surroundings and sighing when he realised he was in taeyong's bedroom, and more precisely, under the covers of taeyong's bed.

"yeah..." he mumbled, rubbing his temples in an attempt to soothe his headache.

"thank you so much for bringing me back home safe and staying over yesterday night. i was so drunk, i can barely remember anything." taeyong spoke, his words hitting jaehyun right into his heart as the younger boy recalled everything that had happened the night before.

the stupid bet mark, ten and doyoung had made.

him putting on a blonde wig to approach taeyong.

taeyong being way too drunk to process anything, causing him to make out with jaehyun.

both of them getting completely caught in the act, and ending up going back to taeyong's house to fuck.

jaehyun taking care of his crush right after the boy passed out of exhaustion.

and yeah, going to sleep next to him after wearing some clothes so that things wouldn't be weird the day after.

"yesterday wasn't that interesting don't worry." jaehyun lied through gritted teeth, his own words hurting him.

god, he had spent the night before making out and having sex with his crush, and this had been the best feeling ever.

at first, jaehyun didn't want to go further than kissing, but taeyong's arousal mixed with the alcohol in both of their systems had brought everything to another level: a way more dangerous one.

"are you kidding?" taeyong snorted. "i had the best sex of my whole life!"

jaehyun flushed red, quite surprised by this sudden reveal. taeyong was straight, so he usually topped during sex, but jaehyun was a boy, and he had topped taeyong the night before, so... how could taeyong have had the best sex of his life?

"w-what...?" jaehyun looked at taeyong.

"you don't mind me telling you about it, right?" taeyong sat down on the bed, wincing as his butt came in contact with the mattress.

"n-no, go on." jaehyun coughed.

"so... it was a bit different from the other times i've had sex with someone... it usually feels good like... down there, you know? but yesterday, it felt good down there, but also like... i don't know, my butt i guess? i don't really know what happened with it, because it's still hurting, but it was so good..."taeyong explained.

"y-yeah..." jaehyun gulped, now realising how awful what he had done was.

"and like... the person i was with... they were handling me with so much care..." taeyong continued dreamily. "i usually am the one making sure the girl is okay and everything, but yesterday night, it was as if i didn't need to worry about all of that. the other person was taking care of me, as if i was the most precious object they had in their possession..."

jaehyun rubbed his nape, feeling quite happy that the feeling she had tried to convey with his actions had been perceived the right way. taeyong was the most precious thing that existed in jaehyun's mind, and he wanted for taeyong to know that so bad...

"d-do you know who it was?" jaehyun asked, just to make sure he hadn't been busted.

"not really... i remember long blond hair at the beginning of the night... but then, there were no blond hair anymore..."

"oh..." jaehyun let out nervously.

"and you want to know the best part of that whole thing?" taeyong asked, looking into jaehyun's eyes.

jaehyun took deep breaths. "t-tell me..."

"they said that they were in love with me, and that they had been for a while. they told me that i didn't have to feel lonely and rejected anymore, because they were ready to shower me in love. they said that their greatest wish was to be with me forever. but they said that i would never want them..."

jaehyun tried his best not to choke on his saliva as he listened to taeyong. had he really said all that the night before? he didn't remember doing so.

"they seemed perfect, jae... and the bond we had while having sex... i've never had it with anyone else before. sex had never felt this good... it's as if... as if we had made love..."

this time jaehyun choked fully on his saliva, couching a few times.

"jaehyun, are you okay?" taeyong asked quickly, approaching his friend to check on him.

"yeah, yeah." jaehyun nodded standing up immediately. "hum, i really need to go, sorry taeyong."

"no problem." taeyong smiled. "are you sure you don't want a painkiller or something for your head? i can make some hangover soup."

"thank you so much taeyong, but i really need to go." jaehyun told, walking towards the door.

"okay, see you tomorrow at school then." taeyong waved at him. "take care."

"you too." jaehyun whispered before running away from taeyong's house under the heavy rain that had been falling since the beginning of the day.

he was seriously wondering how it was possible for a man as straight as taeyong to be this much wifey material.

🎀

donghyuck sat down at a bus stop, under the shelter that could prevent the cold raindrops to pierce through his thin clothes.

his cheeks were completely wet, his pearly tears mixing with the rain drops and making him look completely miserable despite his undeniable beauty.

he couldn't help but let his sadness take over him as he recalled everything he had spilled to mark the night before, when he was too drunk to even realise the words that were escaping his mouth.

he had spilled everything to mark.

he had told him about that mean witch who had cursed donghyuck because of his beauty.

he had told him about the malediction that was preventing him to find love.

he had told him about the punishment he had received for being born so pretty.

and now, mark probably found him weird and hated him, just like anybody else.

donghyuck was nothing more than a rag doll.

a beautiful object that children used to play with, and then threw away when they grew up.

something to temporarily loved until getting something better.

a simple toy, made to be used, broken and thrown away.

that's what he was.

and this had been verified.

his first owners were twin sisters of 5 years old, and they kept fighting over him, until one day, they both pulled on one of his arms and disembodied him.

this injury had caused donghyuck to be thrown to the bin, and his shoulder had hurt for long after that incident.

his second owner was a girl who cared way too much about what others thought of her.

she was 16, and she still loved and cherished her beautiful collection of dolls – which haechan was part of.

but the other girls of her age were making fun of her, and so, she threw all of her dolls in a river, hoping that someone would find them and use them better.

his third owner was a little boy with a strange mind. he was weird, and scared donghyuck a lot.

sometimes, he tore her plushies in half, and donghyuck was horrified by this sight, imagining that he could be the one being cut open someday.

thankfully, he lost haechan on his way back home, and the doll had been able to run away from him and his weird behaviour.

with his fourth owner, donghyuck had decided he would try being himself, and hopefully, being part of a family again.

with his first owners, donghyuck rarely transformed into a human, being too scared of what could happen. but at some point, he figured out this would be better for him.

so, when his fourth owner brought him back to her house to show him to her parents, donghyuck had transformed into his human form, presenting himself as the doll.

a few seconds after, donghyuck was hit by a broom and thrown out of the house as the whole family let out screams of fear.

donghyuck didn't repeat the same mistake with his fifth owner. he only transformed when he was alone with the little girl, and he played with her and other dolls.

sadly, her parents threw all of her dolls away when they thought their daughter had become mentally unstable because she said her doll haechan was in fact a real boy.

his sixth owner was a cute little boy that was often home alone, and whose only contact with humanity was with his dolls.

donghyuck had truly enjoyed being with him, and playing with him, until one day, the boys' parents had thrown him away, accusing him of being a podophile when they had found him and their son playing together.

his seventh owner was maria. he wasn't treated differently than the previous times when he was with her. he was still the plastic doll he had always been. but he had decided he wouldn't try being human with kids anymore. he had decided he would simply take care of himself and be human on his own, when maria wasn't around.

but then, mark had found him, and things has become better than they had ever been.

he had started feeling loved and treated as a real human being, something that hadn't happened for way too long...

mark had been his saviour, and with days passing, donghyuck starting yearning more for mark's attention, and care.

he hated the fact maria started forgetting about him because she had sungie now – he was still a doll, and he needed the loved and affection a doll received – but on the other hand, he was happy that maria didn't play with him anymore, because this meant he could stay with mark more, and thus feel some more love and affection.

but then, everything had started becoming weird. it was as if he wasn't a doll anymore... he wouldn't turn back after two hours and he started developing some feelings for mark, like human feelings – something he hadn't been able to feel for so long...

he was really hoping that everything would work with mark.

mark had been the first person ever to accept him as he was. and this already meant so much to donghyuck.

mark had made him recall his human life, and how reviving it felt.

mark had made him feel good, so good actually...

and donghyuck had believed that he had been able to make mark feel better too... but not anymore.

first of all, mark had a crush, and him and sungchan couldn't help but talk freely about him whenever mark and him were together. so how could have donghyuck imagined he had a chance with mark?

and now that mark knew about his malediction, everything was going to change once again.

he'll abandon donghyuck like all of his owners did before – and this wouldn't hurt him that much since he had a crush to go to when he was sad – and donghyuck will once again forget what it felt like to be human.

who would even want a donghyuck in their lives anyway?

who would even want a human trapped in the body of a doll?

who would even want a human that forgot how to be human?

who would even want a beautiful doll, completely broken on the inside?

right, no one.

so, donghyuck was alone again.

he had just been abandoned by his seventh owner.

well, more like he had abandoned his seventh owner.

it was better that way anyway...