{=|Cursed Blessing|=|JiKook|=}
{=|Doll|=}

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Venturing through the dark forest, Jimin has had enough. His poor heart was broken one too many times, a need to run from reality skipping his breath.

A loud yell with a kick against a tree and a hopelessly cry isn't enough to express his anger, yet is enough to anger someone else.

The dreadful purple eyes of a dangerous being within the forest. Someone who has lived there for thousands of years.

A protector of the forest, the caretaker of their magic.

The sorcerer's hands clench to tight fists, his anger rising towards the human.

What had nature done wrong to him?

The sorcerer had no patience to know. He merely rushes from his place, roughly grabs the human by his throat and slams him against the tree with no effort, his strength inhumane.

Jimin, choking against the pressure on his adam's apple, tries to scream, yet chokes on his words.

The male chuckles at his failed attempt and tightens his grip.

"You humans are foolish." His deep voice spits. "You hurt when nothing is there to be mad at."

Jimin scowls at him. "So I can't even be angry now?!"

"Not when you take it out on my family."

"What family?! There is no one here!" Jimin snaps. "Let go of me!"

The grip tightens. "Don't you dare talk back to me."

"Or what?! Life is fucking joke!"

The mysterious man scoffs and begins to laugh, amused at Jimin's anger. "You try so hard to see death? I've never seen someone work that hard to die."

Jimin scoffs and scowls at him. "It's not like life is a gift."

"It was supposed to be."

"Well, I'm not happy with it!" Jimin shouts angrily. "Have you ever tried to want something?! Something that you want so bad and then you feel miserable for your entire life because someone else got the thing you wanted and is constantly bullying you about it!!"

"No." The male chuckles. "That is merely an illusion. You humans believe you are the victim like any simple thing. It disgusts me." He spits. "I think you need a life different from that tough life of a human."

"What are you going to do?" Jimin scoffs rudely. "I've lived a life full of blood and misery."

"I know." The man smirks. "But you can't do much when you can't move without the help of a master."

"What...?"

The man snaps his fingers, a black purplish light surrounding them. In the blink of an eye, Jimin blacks out, whilst the man is conscious with the human in his arms.

He slams his body on his desk, not minding the crack of the spine, the human still not awakening.

"Namjoonie?"

"Yes, Sena?"

"What are you doing to that human?"

The yellow fairy curiously flies around him, the light fairy giving a soft illumination of the sun to give the sorcerer a bit of light.

Namjoon, the mysterious sorcerer, smiles at her small face. "He's a murderer, sunshine. He must pay for hurting others, as well as my beloved friends."

"So what will you do to him?" Sena asks, with her small hand grabbing one of the human's soft strands of hair.

Namjoon frowns at the sight of him. "He must be changed. He must not be in control of himself. He must be immovable unless his master allows him to do so. He'll be my little doll until someone else decides to screw his life up."

Sena pouts her cute lips. "But that's so mean!"

"You were an angelic human. You were beautiful, yet kind, respectful and caring. You helped others over yourself and gave light to them. You died too young. You had a fair chance and I returned it to you. This human is not giving others a chance, so he does not deserve one either."

The sun fairy sighs deeply but nods. "I'm going to look for Seunghwan! I bet he's got some cool tricks to show me!"

"Careful out there! Your wings are not made for fire like his!" Namjoon warns her.

She just nods, giggles, and flies out through the window, leaving a trail of little illuminated sparks.

Namjoon sighs and stares down at the human, frowning and grabbing a big book from his bookshelf, opening it on a specific page he has never used. He has tried once, but failed.

The process of making a human minded doll was difficult and required courage, yet strength, determination, and rage.

Just for what the human did boiled Namjoon's blood, the sorcerer mercilessly slamming his hands down on his desk as he shouts out the curse, watching with curious, angry eyes if the spell works.

He had to keep the feelings all the way through the transformation, or else, he will fail again.

He hears joints crack and pop, the bones shrinking with an agonizing creaking sound, his skin turning clear and stiff, skin stopping to stretch into a line, before his entire joint pops out of place, forming a movable knob.

His face, already humanly beautiful, turns into hard, cold plastic, the hair a complete mess and clothes too big.

His mouth is forced into a closed smile, his eyes opened wide.

Jimin is fully awake, not being able to scream in pain.

It's torture.

The wicked sorcerer chuckles, hearing his crying mind. "It's no use. A punishment is a punishment. The only way that you are allowed to move is by your master, and now, that is me."

His smirk turns into a frown. "Enjoy the life as a toy."

Jimin screams, his body forced to stiffness and plastic, the world of a small, lonely, punished children's toy.

Apparantly as a selling item as well.

Months go by as Jimin has learned to move his eyes, even without permission, glaring at his master sometimes and resisting the urge to try to lunge at him.

He knows he can't, but he can feel his ball joints being turned and bended into shapes no human body should. And it hurts.

Days after days of watching different kinds of unknowing humans entering the shop, or either mythical beings who are there to pick up an order.

But then, Jimin sparks an interest.

The human who looks through the glass is squinting his eyes, trying to look inside. He looks shy and quiet, too scared to come in and leave with empty hands.

Jimin keeps staring at the human, just begging the weirdo to come inside and stop staring at the werewolf organs and orc poop.

Jimin had learned quite a bit about the world of the mythical.

Werewolf organs are very nutritious and can be used twice if used for donating, due to their extra muscular outside and pulsing veins, keeping the organ safe.

And orc poop is used a lot for farming. The smell is the worst and keeps little trolls away from stealing your crops and waters the bottom at once.

The smell is just one bad thing against millions of good uses.

And Jimin?

Jimin is part of the "bullshit rack" as he calls it.

At the front desk with Namjoon.

Like he said, bullshit rack.

"Are you looking for something?" Namjoon asks the human, who flinches from behind the window and shakes his head.

"If he wasn't such a scardy cat he would've had something cool already. Like me." Jimin spits back.

The only way to communicate is through mind, Namjoon explained.

Only the master can control their dolls.

The boy outside suddenly looks at Jimin with wide eyes, quickly slipping inside to stare at the doll.

It's kinda scary... Having such a big creature staring down at you.

"Did this thing just talk?!"

"Thing?!"

Namjoon cocks an eyebrow. "Why would you ask? It's a simple doll, sir. Nothing more, nothing less. Do you perhaps have any children?"

He shakes his head again. "I swore I heard it talk!"

"It must have been a thought. Please, do take a look around. You will find things extraordinary to the eye here."

And the human does, but no matter the products he looks at, no matter how shocked he is, he can still hear that damn doll!

Eventually, he takes another good look at the doll, gasping when the doll's eyes snap from the store owner to him.

Those eyes moved.

The eyes fucking moved.

"What are you looking at, creep?"

"I... I..."

"Don't you know it's rude to stare? Hasn't your mommy taught you manners?"

"I-"

"Oh... Wait-- You're the human that asked if you could hear me?!"

The human nods.

"Oh... Sorry for yelling at you then." Jimin says, a sudden sweetness at his voice. "This store owner is so mean to me! He hurts me and he makes me angry!"

"But... why would he do that?" The human whispers softly, glancing at Namjoon, who has turned his back to fix some fairy dust.

"Because he does not like me... He's evil! Please help me! I won't be a bother! I promise!"

The human gulps nervously, but nods quietly and gently takes the doll in his hands.

Namjoon stands there, with a smirk and crossed arms. "You do realize I can hear that entire conversation, right?"

The human gulps again. "I-I'm sorry..."

"No, no. Don't be. He has his right to hate me, but not to make any rumours. I am not evil, nor do I hate him. You can buy him if this is your choice. Do remember that there is no refund."

The human looks down at the doll, who pleads him with big eyes. He nods. "Than I'll take him."

Namjoon gives him a simple nod, names a price, and takes the money that the human offers him.

Namjoon has to admit that he's a bit sad that his doll is leaving, but he knows it's a better home. Maybe, just maybe, this human could cure his doll.

The human, now known to Jimin introduced as Jeongguk, told him to call him Jungkook, is happy to take the doll in, yet has a lot to learn.

Jimin, immediately asked him to give him permission to move, since Namjoon had told him that only his master could order that. And he knows that the moment he was out of the shop, he belonged to Jungkook now.

Jungkook, a bit taken aback, just nods, and almost immediately Jimin feels himself being able to roll his ball joins around. His lips finally able to talk as he finally takes a look down at himself.

He whines at his size compared to Jungkook and starts to tell him what happened to him all before they met.

His terrible life as a human, his encounter with Namjoon, his punishments, his transformation. Everything.

Jungkook is shocked, listening to his every word as they enter his house, setting Jimin down on the coffee table.

"So... You... killed people? For a living?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Killing is bad!"

"They do it at a butcher's shop so why can't I?"

"You killed humans!"

"And animals kill other animals too. To kill is in our nature, whether we like it or not. I just embraced it." Jimin pouts.

Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, groaning. "Did I buy a killer doll?"

"You might have."

"Will you kill me?"

Jimin sighs deeply and holds up his hands. "Look at these tiny things. I can barely tickle you with them! Stabbing you would be a stick hitting you by a dog! I can't do shit!"

At that, Jungkook lets out a snort, then bursts into laughter. Jimin just pouts and crosses his arms.

"Shut up! I'm serious!"

"Seriously funny!" Jungkook laughs. "How can you be dangerous like that?"

"You asked me if I was going to kill you."

"And you proved me that you are just adorable." Jungkook chuckles, shaking a piece of Jimin's shoulder, making the doll whine.

"Can you at least buy me a dollhouse or something..." Jimin mutters. "I can't sleep in your bed. I'd suffocate."

Jungkook calms down and nods. "You'll come with. Your house and stuff after all."

Jimin nods gladly. "Thanks."

Further ahead of the hours, Jimin got to know Jungkook a bit, and Jungkook got to know Jimin.

The reason for each other's behaviour was slowly making sense, and for Jungkook, Jimin's strange behaviour to kill made more sense too.

The doll had explained as in that he was worried for overpopulation, and that's how he started it. Over the time he began to actually enjoy it, finding himself curing overpopulation and getting money off of it!

He thought it was logic, but finding out he could never cure it broke him. But he never stopped and just decided he'd do it for the money.

He got deceived and broken, killing people only to end up not getting paid.

He broke down into a state of swirling thoughts and escaped into the forest, where Namjoon found him and gave him bad luck after bad luck.

He gave up half-way through, explained he had hope for once when he could talk to someone else that wasn't the mean sorcerer.

Jungkook just smiled at him.

The very next day, after Jimin slept under a floppy plushy that Jungkook owned when he was little, after the human was done, he immediately took the doll and went out for a dollhouse.

He wanted but the best for Jimin, already having gone through so much.

He ended up buying a dollhouse the side of his closet in length, giving Jimin enough height and space to move around in.

He bought extra stuff to put in, like a closet, a bed frame without the rest, a bath and a shower with little tubes of which you could use to let water drip.

Everything you'd need normally.

Jungkook had learned how to sow when he was little. So he measures the doll, cut out a pattern and began working on clothes that Jimin liked.

He even made a custom mattress, pillow, and blanket for him, and an extra set of stairs to safely get down from the third base to the second and first, and on to his bedroom floor.

He even took the time to make a rollercoaster for down the big stairs, drawing a chain between them so Jimin could get up without having to try and climb up the difficult stairs.

Jimin could feel himself blushing at all the effort that Jungkook put in that day.

Sweat trickled down his muscular build, not having to take a single break. Panting, chest heaving, he sometimes turns to smile at the doll before going back to work.

The only thing Jimin can see when looking at him is the mass of muscle and how strong he must be.

He could choke someone with his bare hands in seconds...

Biting his lip, Jimin hops off one of the little staircases and runs over to Jungkook, tapping on his ankle.

The human turns to look at him. "What is it Chim?"

"Have you ever wondered what it's like to take someone in a headlock?" Jimin asks.

Jungkook, taken aback, quickly shakes his head. "No! Of course not!"

"Not even in school?"

"I... I was the one getting taken into a headlock." Jungkook mumbles, his hand clenching around the screwdriver in his hand.

Jimin frowns. "By who?"

"Some popular kid named Taehyung. He meant well but eventually it became a habit. To take me into a headlock for so long that people in the halls would yell "choke" and leave me within his stupid arms to fucking die."

Jimin tugs at his pants. "Why didn't you choke him back then?"

"I've tried. Once. He snitched me at the principle for trying to commit murder."

Jimin can see his his stare grows angrier with every word, his muscles tensing at the memory.

"You do have a good body for choking though. Strong arms and a hard chest. You could probably crush their skull."

Jungkook turns his head to the doll and looks down at himself. "Y-you think?"

Jimin nods. "You do! Well, you can't really test it out on me, but if you could, you could easily crush me if I didn't know how to escape."

Jungkook smiles at him, quickly continuing to work. "I couldn't escape."

"No one knows how at that age. I bet if we go back to that dude, he won't even know."

Jungkook perks up. "Are you saying I should look at where he lives and choke him as revenge?"

Jimin cocks his head, smirking. "Sure, let's go with that. You can practice your head crushing skills and I'll be proud to see blood again. It's been so long that I'm craving for it."

Jungkook looks downstairs, a smirk slowly pulling at the corner of his lips at the image in his mind of choking his old school bully.

"When should be the best time to leave then?" He asks the doll, who smiles brightly at him.

"As soon as possible!"

Jungkook looks at him with a concerned frown. "But how do you do a headlock?"

Jimin smirks, looking up at him. He's going to have so much fun pulling his innocence apart. Bit by bit, that clean exterior will become more and more bloody.

Jimin will make sure of it.

Finally, two days after Jungkook made his entire house doll proof and Jimin's bathroom private, Jimin was waiting for Jungkook to wake up.

He was currently sitting on his chest, watching Jungkook sleep.

It was quite a pretty sight. Lips slightly parted, eyes calmly shut, deep breaths falling from his lips as his chest rises and falls.

Jimin can now conclude that his chest is indeed strong.

"Hey! Wake up!" Jimin yells.

After no response, Jimin sighs and climbs off Jungkook's chest, going to his ear. He screams again, this time biting hard in his earlobe.

Jungkook immediately shoots up, whining in pain.

He looks around to find Jimin sitting on his pillow with a smirk.

"Ready for headlock training?" He grins.

Jungkook frowns, sighing deeply. He runs his hand through his black hair before nodding. "I guess I have no other choice, do I?"

"Nope!"

Jungkook mutters a curse under his breath before getting off the bed. "Fine then. Teach me how to kill someone, you murder doll."

Jimin smiles at the name, feeling his stomach tingle with butterflies. He's about to rip his innocence apart!

Jungkook, listening to every instruction and practicing with pillows, eventually comes to find the technique that Jimin told him about.

His right arm had to press against his victim's chest around his arm, whilst the other had to curl around the free arm to go up the neck, choking them by pressing the back of their neck against his shoulder.

It had given Jungkook a kick. Trying out something new.

Jimin was more than proud of the excited glinster in Jungkook's eyes. Before you know it this man's going to take over his job.

"So do you actually know where he lives?" Jimin asks, hiding in the pocket of Jungkook's hoodie.

"He keeps himself updated all the time on where he goes. He's not difficult to find." Jungkook mutters. "Fucking asshole."

Jimin giggles. "Come on. Let's show him who has the upper hand."

Jungkook nods slowly, a smirk crawling on his lips.

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Jimin has never been so proud before. Jungkook has taken Taehyung in a headlock stronger than they've practiced, pushed the man down on the stone tiles and has broken the male's spine.

The cries and pain he feels off the human is fuelling him. Blood is leaking from his nose after being slammed against the floor.

Jungkook growls angrily, pressing Taehyung's head into his shoulder. "How does it feel to be choked? Isn't it nice?!" He yells. "Because I sure had fun with you taking my breath away you fucking asshole!"

Jimin jumps in Jungkook's pocket, laughing at how desperately Taehyung tries to talk, but fails to do so, as his words quiet down and his face pales, his body limply hanging in Jungkook's arms.

Jungkook looks shocked for a moment when the body feels a lot heavier in his arms, letting go and dropping the now dead man.

"I... I killed someone..." He mumbles softly, covering his mouth.

"You did! You did!" Jimin giggles happily. "I'm so proud of you! Kookie, you did so good!"

"I-I did?" Jungkook lights up, pulling Jimin from his pocket to look him in his glossy, sparkly doll eyes.

"Yes! It's... It's like playing! You tease and play like a kid with them but so much more graphic and dangerous!" Jimin screams, laughing loudly as he peels at his plastic.

Jungkook quickly grabs his tiny hands and holds them away. "Don't hurt yourself... Can you even feel pain?"

Jimin nods. "How do you expect me to have been tortured?"

Jungkook chuckles and ruffles a small bit of Jimin's fluffy hair. "I can ask questions. I've never been a doll before!"

"Thanks to that stupid magic shop over there I do know." Jimin mutters. "If only something could just... ruin his life... I'd be so happy if someone or something could make him so insane that he knows what it's like to live like this!" He flails his arms, whining and complaining as he sits down on Jungkook's hand.

Jungkook snorts out a bit of laughter at how adorably Jimin's cheeks puff out when he's angry. He's going to have a lot of fun with this little guy.

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Namjoon hums a happy tune as he carefully wipes a clean cloth over a dirty genie lamp he found a year ago. It's empty, he knows.

He smiles as it shimmers, setting it down on the counter and turns for a moment to clean out the glasses of the pixie dust that have been sold, when suddenly, the lamp begins to scream.

It's a deep grumbling scream, as if whoever or whatever is in there has just come back from the dead.

Hesitant, Namjoon gently runs a finger over the tip of the lamp, of which then erupts a cloud of deep red dust.

Gasping, Namjoon immediately pulls his hand away.

That isn't a genie.

It's a Djinn.

"Whoever the fuck is touching that! Don't you fucking do it again!" The deep voice screams angrily, the lamp jumping up and down on the counter, red dust erupting from the tip in multiple poofs, indicating anger.

"Namjoon?"

"Sena..."

"What is that? I thought you said it was empty!" The sun fairy whines.

"It was. I found it in the Desert of the Thirteen Wishes! You know nothing survives out there and I even tested it!"

"Does it sound empty to you!" The lamp shouts angrily.

Namjoon rolls his eyes. "No. Obviously not. Say, what happened before you got in this lamp?"

A groan erupts from the lamp. "Does it sound like I have the patience to talk to someone like you?"

"Obviously not."

"Then there is my answer!"

Sena pouts silently, looking at Namjoon, who continues to move on with cleaning.

Sena sighs and takes a deep breath before diving into the tip of the lamp, gasping at the sight.

The red skinned male inside has snapped his head towards her, scowling.

"I thought my answer to that guy outside was good enough. What made you think a pathetic fairy like you is allowed to come into my home?!"

"I-I just... I wanted to see what happened!" Sena squeaks.

The djinn chuckles, then erupts into deep laughter. He crosses his arms and frowns at the fairy. "Get out."

"B-but I--!"

"Do I have to repeat myself?" The djinn scowls angrily, hovering up to her, towering over the fairy, who makes a tingling sound of her discomfort, legs crossed in fear.

"N-no... I just wanted to know your name..."

"Will you leave me alone if I tell you?"

"Y-yes!"

The djinn sighs. "Stupid fairies... You're hoes for your owners."

"That's not true--!"

"My name is Taehyung. Now get the fuck out!" The djinn shouts, pointing at the small bit of light coming from the end of the tip.

The fairy squeaks and quickly flies away, leaving the djinn to himself. He smirks, laying back down on his comfortable living space, enjoying the silence of his home.

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"So who else has made your life a hell?! I'm so excited I can barely breathe!" Jimin laughs. He has been for the entire way back.

Jungkook only chuckles at his enthusiasm, his body running with adrenaline. He might just work out after he's come back home.

"Well... I've had someone..." Jungkook grins. "He used to be my teacher. Seokjin, I think his name was. Kim Seokjin. He was my biology teacher. Got mad at me and punished me when there was nothing I did wrong. Turned out he was a sadist who enjoyed seeing me break."

Jimin is already giggly, laughing and hugging Jungkook's pocket as he can't help but be in a psychopathic mood.

"Kill him! Kill him! Stab him! Choke him! Shoot him! Make him pay!"

Jungkook looks down at him, a light chuckle escaping his lips. He wouldn't usually do this, but Jimin has that... energy about him.

That happy, giggly personality. That childish looking face which he just wants to hug. That insane look in his eyes and that high-pitched happy voice that laughs and screams when he choked his childhood bully.

Jimin... sure was something different.

Eventually at home, Jungkook immediately gets behind his computer, looking up the website for his old school and going to the teacher's list.

Kim Yunha,
Jung Dawon,
Lang Heejin,
Kang Yeosang,
Min Junko,
Kim Seokjin,
Han Gukgi,

Jungkook's eyes lock onto the name of his old teacher, anger burning within him as Jimin climbs up his sleeve to lay down on Jungkook's shoulder.

"Oh! He still works there! Let's go tomorrow!"

"But... tonight was just... so exciting." Jungkook smirks. "Perhaps there is someone else who could... use a fix?"

Jimin immediately looks up at him, smiling like a possessed child.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" He laughs. "YES!"

Jungkook smiles at him. "I do remember a certain someone..."

"Who?"

"He was my boyfriend when I was younger. A year ago maybe. He cheated on me with some other guy. I was new to relationships back then..." Jungkook mutters, clenching his hands to fists.

"What happened?"

"His name was Yoongi... He was protective and sweet, cold but caring. An introvert and silent but affectionate and extremely thoughtful. But... when it came to my first time... Well..."

"It didn't went right, did it?"

Jungkook shakes his head. "No. I was in pain. It hurt and I decided I'm never bottoming in a relationship ever again. Nor being the submissive."

"Such a poor guy..."

"When I caught him, I just grabbed my stuff and left. Yoongi doesn't lie, so when he explained me what he thought happened, he just told me I was bad at sex."

Jimin pats Jungkook's shoulder. "You deserve better. Someone who listens, who gives you good advise."

"Like you?" Jungkook chuckles, teasing the doll a little, completely missing how Jimin's cheeks redden like a shy tomato.

Jimin doesn't dislike that idea.

And so, the two decide to go out once again that night, finding Jungkook's ex and the bastard who Yoongi cheated with. Hoseok.

°•●•°

Namjoon groans. This newly found djinn has been bothering him. He has had enough of the red-skinned nightmare and is cursing himself for not throwing the lamp away already.

He's been laughing, humming, scaring customers away with his hellish deep voice and threatening to make their worst nightmares come to life.

Clever little djinn.

"He knows his purpose." Namjoon mutters.

Sena frowns. "Is he really evil?"

"Genies bring wishes." Namjoon sighs. "Djinns pretend to be genies and then turn their wishes into nightmares."

Sena shivers. "Oh..."

"It's important not to rub it. It doesn't have a master assigned and is free to ruin anyone's wishes."

Sena nods. "I'll be careful!"

Namjoon nods, smiling at her until a loud crash in the back catches his ears. He immediately turns around and runs to check.

Loud growling and snapping, shattering of glass and yelling.

Namjoon opens the door, screaming at the rare sight of a two-headed dragon child.

The blue slithering heads snap towards him, both of them hissing at the same time. Their two tails flick from side to side, shattering the glass and items in the storage.

Namjoon frowns. "Stop that!"

"No!"

"It's simply fun!"

The heads yell at him. The dragon is a majestic color combination of a lapis blue and a moss green, mixed, giving each head a color before the body spots like a koi.

Their eyes are glowing in different colors. The blue headed dragon's glowing green, whilst the green headed dragon's glow blue.

"Sit down! Right now!" Namjoon yells angrily.

The dragons hiss at him, wings spreading before they use their force to blow a gush of wind towards Namjoon, causing the sorcerer to fall over.

The dragon escapes past him and rushes out into the store, hitting over pots and bottles, herbs and - unfortunately - the lamp of a certain djinn.

The red power that blazes off the lamp surrounds it, moving up into a tornado like shape.

One of the dragon heads growls at it, whilst the other shies away.

With a loud groan and a laugh, the djinn cracks his back and his fingers, rubbing the golden chains around his wrists with a smirk.

He looks around for a bit, scowling at the sight of the destroyed shop.

"Seriously?" Taehyung snarls at the dragon. "Is this the best you can do?! You're a fucking dragon! Spit fire or something!"

The green dragon growls at him whilst the blue dragon opens his mouth.

"Don't fucking growl at me." The djinn snarls.

"You think I'm growling at you?!" The blue dragon barks back. "It's that stupid fairy behind you!"

The green dragon licks his sharp teeth. "It looks too good..."

Namjoon immediately grabs the shivering sun fairy and hides it in his cloak. "You two. Sit."

"Not until you give us that snack." The blue dragon growls.

The green dragon nods. "I'm so hungry I could eat you!"

Namjoon's eyes glow ablaze with fury, his hands shaking with purple bolts of lightning.

Taehyung smirks at his reaction. "Yes... Go ahead. Become angry. Let it burn."

Namjoon glares at the djinn, his full purple eyes seeming too angry to look for the pupil. "How did you get here?"

"That's a story for another time. After you've destroyed this place."

"DJINN!!"

°•●•°

Jimin can't sleep. He stares at Jungkook's sleeping figure, his small heart pounding in his plastic exterior.

He pulls his blanket up to his face, turning himself away, but he can't stop thinking about his human.

He likes him... A lot more than he should...

He sighs and curls up, getting out of bed and hopping down his stairs, climbing up the fallen blanket to Jungkook, climbing on his chest once more.

He can feel the heartbeat right on his own body as he lays down, cuddling up in Jungkook's pajama shirt, the plastic shifting causing the human to stir.

"What... Chim?"

Jimin pouts at him. "I can't sleep... Sorry I woke you up."

Jungkook smiles, rubbing his tired eyes. "No, no. Is something bothering you?"

Slowly, Jimin nods. "I... I guess."

"Spill it."

Jimin climbs up to his pillow and sighs. "I keep thinking... This weird tinkling itch all over my body makes me feel weird and I keep warming up when you're with me!"

"Is... Is that bad?" Jungkook asks softly, his own cheeks filling with heat.

"I don't know." Jimin whines. "All I do know is what I feel and it's weird and cozy but... It keeps me awake."

Jungkook smiles at him. "That's called love, Chim."

"I can't possibly be in love! I... Is that even possible as a doll?!"

"You have all your organs, right?"

Jimin nods.

"Than it's possible. You just have to be sure."

"How can I find out?" Jimin whines.

Jungkook chuckles, taking the doll into his hands. "You know... You've been fun to hang around with. I've... noticed you."

Jimin smiles at him. "You did?"

Jungkook nods. "I think you're very cute. I wouldn't mind... helping you figure out if it's love that you feel..."

Jimin's smile grows and he nods.

Jungkook moves a bit of his messy hair, seeing the small but bright sparkle in Jimin's eyes.

Softly, Jungkook presses his bigger lips softly against Jimin's, who squeaks and giggles, kicking lightly as the butterflies increase.

Jungkook smiles brightly, bunny teeth on full display for the doll, who's plump lips turn into a wide smile as well.

It isn't until Jungkook puts Jimin down, that he feels a terrible pain in his neck.

He throws his head back, a terrifying crack of the bone ripping through Jimin's ears like a bomb.

Immediately the doll screams in concern, horrified of Jungkook's screams.

Jungkook feels as if his body is falling apart. His muscles are failing him, letting him fall on the bed, screaming in pain as his muscles and bones bend in the strangest ways.

His shoulders pop out of place, every single joint coming to a stop as they pop out of its spot one by one.

Jungkook cries out in pain, every bone cracks and melts within his body, his skin burning as it seems to harden, yet not without his muscle pulling and pulsing, his bones shrinking as his body jolts and curls with every pulse of the body.

Jimin watches with wide eyes, holding Jungkook's large hand which seems to shrink in size, his fingers one by one cutting a bone down.

It's horrifying to hear, to see, to feel...

Jungkook squeezes Jimin's hand hard, crying out in pain when it all slowly fades away and leaves cracking joints.

Ball joints.

Panting, sobbing and shaking, Jungkook turns to Jimin and without thinking, pulls himself into the doll's embrace.

Jimin gasps, feeling his own plastic hand running over Jungkook's back. His plastic skin.

"Jungkook... Are you feeling alright?"

"Other than not being able to feel my body, yeah." Jungkook snarls.

"You... You're... You're a doll..." Jimin whispers breathlessly.

Jungkook pulls away from Jimin, looking down at himself. He runs a hand over his own skin, feeling at his new ball joints and plastic skin. His still fluffy hair.

He yelps once he realizes he's naked, covering himself up when Jimin laughs.

"You know we don't have dicks anymore, right?" He laughs.

Jungkook gulps, looking down at himself when he notices Jimin is right.

He sighs and drops his hands. "But... how?"

Jimin shrugs. "I was worried you were dying. But now that you're... well, doll sized, we can live in the dollhouse together!" He giggles.

Jungkook gulps. "I get that, and I'd love that, but how could this happen?" He asks nervously. "You... I kissed you, then this happened, and now I'm a doll?! This is confusing!"

Jimin sighs and nods. "Although think about it this way, we can now kiss properly." He giggles, smiling as he places a soft kiss on Jungkook's lips, who's cheeks begin to redden.

"Let's think this over tomorrow. Just because we are play toys for kids does not mean we are innocent. We are still murderers, Kookie." Jimin says smirking.

Jungkook's gaze lowers. He did kill three people today. He liked it too... Maybe he should keep this up. Start a life as a murder doll with Jimin...

He likes that idea.

Nodding, Jungkook chuckles. "Alright then. Let's sleep for now. We have to teach someone a good lesson tomorrow."

"That's the spirit." Jimin giggles, cuddling up against Jungkook's plastic chest, who gladly embraces the doll in his arms.

Their life was long from over.

Seokjin, some random drunk guys on the street, Yoongi, Hoseok, Taehyung, A woman who tried to pick them up for her kid.

Many have suffered and bled because of the two.

Stabbed, scratched, sometimes even shot. Jungkook's creativity in handwork came in handy for firing handguns and sharp knives with clip-on nails in doll size.

As Jimin kept picking the preys, Jungkook kept things sharp.

The two dolls could complete each other's lives. And they will. Living within a bloody dollhouse, of which a life is soon to be created.

°•●•°

And Namjoon?

He broke. Sena has been eaten, his shop destroyed as the dragon had quickly grown up into a tall, ice breathing dragon, vines and wood under their control.

The djinn had been creating nightmares all around everywhere, relaxing within fire of his dust and laughing at how Namjoon is slowly falling apart.

And the newest adds?

Werewolf, siren, harpy, satyr, centaurs,

But the darkest of all probably, was the Medusa imprint.

The male who had walked inside had his powers controlled, grey blue eyes full of strong power and seduction, the snakes around him all hissing at different things.

At the last straw, Namjoon officially broke.

With a loud scream, electricity fires from his fists, setting the entire place on fire as his eyes never calm.

He grabs the golden chain of the djinn and the horn of one of the dragon heads, who growls at him.

"You two," Namjoon chuckles darkly, "have been a nightmare to me. I don't even care anymore about who you were or how you got here. You got me. Are you happy now?!"

The djinn smirks and laughs as the dragons chuckle at each other.

"I'm getting rid of this cursed place. I'm going to kill anyone that tries to stop me."

One of the snakes hisses within a giggle, having the owner slap at it. He mutters an "I know," before he runs his fingers down Namjoon's shoulder.

"Come with us." He whispers sweetly. "This world is no place for you."

Namjoon sighs deeply and lets the two creatures go. "If it was, I would have given up a long time ago."

"So what are you saying?" The green dragon asks.

"What are your names?" The Medusa imprint asks them.

"Yoongi."

"Hoseok!"

"Taehyung."

Namjoon looks up at them, a sinister chuckle leaving his lips. "And yours? Mysterious snake?"

"My name is Seokjin."

"Similar." Namjoon snarls. "What are you implying?"

"To leave this human realm for good." Seokjin chuckles. "We are better than them. They don't deserve us. They have to worship us."

"And where will we do that?" Taehyung asks, hovering over the countertop.

Seokjin smirks at him. "Anywhere is a start."

Namjoon looks at him, a smile slowly crawling up his lips. "Fine. We aren't humans anyway." He mutters.

With the shop burning behind him, the sorcerer makes way for a new life. One shared with a male Medusa, a djinn, and a two-headed dragon.

Boy what an adventure he's got ahead of him.

{=|THE END|=}

Requested by SaetbyeolPark

Questions of the Chapter:

How could Jungkook hear Jimin?

Why did Namjoon let Jimin go so easily?

Why did the killed members become what they became?

What does Namjoon hide?

Why did Jungkook make no effort to refuse Jimin's persuasion?