A few days passed after that. Taehyung had once again locked himself in his workroom letting no one inside. He was standing but bent over the big book on his table. a few loose papers scattered around it not in any specific order it seems. He was looking at the many pictures in the book. photos of exposed bodies, their chests or other parts cut open to look inside. Even photos of his father posing with something in his hand, most of the time it was a glass bottle containing one of the many body parts of his 'prisoners'. Taehyung's eyes moved over the many photos and notes his father had written down in the book. Each paper was filled to every corner with information and images relating to whatever was written. it was like a whole documentation, which it also was.

"I see..." taehyung whispered his eyes loving over the text, he could see the name 'Jimin' come back a lot. Mr. Kim had been comparing all the later experiments to Jimin's. grading them. Everything taehyung read was labeled as 'failed'. there was not a single experiment that worked. What exactly was his father trying to do? what was ti that he wanted to experiment for? taehyung had an idea but it was too vague for him to understand what his father exactly wanted. He didn't want to make assumptions. He looked further flipping page after page. searching through every profile of each prisoner his father had. there were more than taehyung thought.....it was not just a handful of people. There were at least forty seeing the page number increase with every turn. He wasn't even halfway through the book, taehyung didn't think it would be this much. so many lives played with, tortured and lied to. Lives who were promised a good life but ended up being used and left to die. their innocent blood left in the corners to the insects. not a single grave had a name, it was just a hole in the ground to bump the unused 'meat' as his father wrote it down.

Taehyung was looking at everything with curiosity when he suddenly flipped a page and for the second time through the whole book he froze. this time it wasnt jimin, it wasn't related to jimin in any way. He looked at the name and photo, it was no doubt...this was him.

'Kim Taehyung, starting age: 7'

Taehyung frowned, he didn't think he would be in this. Yes, he knew what his father did. He removed his heart, taehyung could still feel the cold of the metal against his skin when it was removed and stuffed in that box. His father told him he would live forever, that he would be one with the house and one day continue his 'great work'. taehyung being young found it only exciting, looking up to his father who seemed so smart and honest. only to later find out what all went on behind those wooden doors leading to the basement. what happened on this very table he was working on. He could still see the old discolored blood that stained the wood of his work desk.

he was sinking more and more in this book when suddenly the door flew open. With a fast movement he swung the book shut and placed it on top of the pictures he had laid on the table. looking up at whoever interrupted his work.

"Jimin," Taehyung said, looking at the precious doll in the doorway.

"I'm sorry to disturb you but....can you maybe help?" jimin asked.

"depends"

"I am scared my leg will break, I have a...crack," Jimin said softly, hoping the other wouldn't get angry.

"you...what" taehyung raised a brow, his eyes darkening. "come here, shut the door"

Jimin did as told, closing the door behind him before approaching taehyung who sat down on his stool looking at Jimin's exposed legs from under the black shorts. The crack wasn't to be missed, Taehyung could easily spot any small bit of unevenness on the doll's perfect design. there wasn't a single flaw, and this crack bothered him...a lot.

"Where did you get this?" Taehyung looked at it while getting a bit of filler from his drawer.

"I don't know, '' Jimin said. even if he knew what was causing it, he didn't want to tell taehyung.

"Okay" is all the raven had to say before filling up the crack and patting it with the paint to blend it back with the soft, almost powdery texture of the doll's leg. It was a quick fix. "You didn't fall or anything?"

"no"

"How dont you know?"

"i just, don't know"

"Are you hiding something? Did you do something I told you not to?"

"no! I really didn't, I swear. it just...it just was there suddenly!"

"fine, i believe you.'' Taehyung sighed and stood up. "There, it's done. now be more careful okay." He walked to the wall where two new sets of clothes were hanging on the clothing hangers. He grabbed both of them. "I will hang these in your closet. I sewed you two new outfits. i thought you might like something else to wear"

"They are very pretty," Jimin said, looking at them.

"I'm glad you like them."

"tank you for fixing my leg, i will go help Sunhee in the library"

"do what you want, just be there at dinner okay?"

"I will" Jimin nodded and left the room in a hurry to help Sunhee again with the shelves. She was always working and Jimin wanted to help her.

Meanwhile, Taehyung was heading out of the room as well. locking it behind him to make sure no one would just walk in there. He didn't need uninvited eyes in his work space. there were things that they did not need to see. They wouldn't understand.

He was in Jimin's room to put the new clothes into the doll's room when he heard something. He could hear the beating of his own heart. it was a heavy and intense sound in his head. it was getting louder, like it was calling for him. Taehyung sighed, hanging the clothes up in the closet before closing the wooden closet doors and approaching the doll's desk. the beautifully decorated box on top, shut with the key in its lock.

Taehyung didn't like seeing it, but he wanted to have a quick peek. The sound was almost overwhelming, he felt like he had to look in the box. stepping over his uncomfortable self for looking at his own heart he unlocked the box and opened the lid. his eyes staring at the beating muscle inside the box. He frowned.

it..changed?

"what..." Taehyung muttered when he looked more closely. He didn't see the blackness anymore, the infection seemed to be gone. it was beating steadily in its box. Come to think of it. Taehyung hasn't seen the dolls watch him for a while now. something was not ri- wait...he already had an idea....Doll. he never should have let jimin into her room.

"Jimin...what did you do......"

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