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"What the fuck?!"
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"Holy--why is she lugging around that thing?"
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"Someone call the police or something!"
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With an exasperated sigh, you ignored the jabs and jeers by the people as you passed them walking through the streets of Seoul in gangnam-gu dragging a big ass coffin by its chain with your right hand.
This damn shit was the main reason why the bus drivers refused you to get on their vehicle and since you cant abandon the bloody casket you have to go on by foot.
If it were up to you, you would have discarded this casket near some trash or throw it on Han River together with its contents but not all of whats inside of it were rubbish, some were precious cargo so you resigned your fate into hauling this thing until you reached your destination.
Huffing and puffing, you were nearly out of breath as you reached the building of Big Hit Entertainment. You were loitering outside not knowing how to get inside safely as some ARMY fans took refuge at the front blocking your way to their establishment.
You knew that its had to go in unnoticed, its either you get stopped and mobbed by BTS fans or get sent to the nearest crack house for dragging a huge ass obsidian colored coffin like its nobody's business.
Steeling your nerves, you blanked your face narrowing your red contact-lens covered eyes until it was settled to your infamous mimicry of Sesshoumaru's deadly glare from in Inuyasha.
"Doke." (Move) Your chilling flat voice turned the immediate area a few degrees lower as you uttered that single word glowering at the female fans. It didn't help that you are dressed as Kurumi Tokisaki, the crazy S-class spirit from Date a Live in her spirit form. With your now crimson venomous eyes partnered with the frilly onyx and carmine shades that was painting your silky lolita outfit you look like you might commit murder the moment the momentary peace was disrupted.
Adjusting the chain on your right hand, you took an experimental step forward testing the waters. Your appointment with Bang Si-Hyuk was in an hour but it wouldn't hurt to come early so you can make sure that you got the measurements right and if there were any adjustments you can be there to fix it.
Combing you slender fingers through your brown-black hair, you gave a long suffering exhale deciding to screw it all and just march at the front and flash the ID the CEO of Big Hit gave you as special pass if the guards dare to stop you from going in.
You decided to channel some blood lust and leak some killing intent when you felt like the fans were about to gang up on you stopping them in their tracks.
The ARMY's parted like The Red Sea when they saw you aren't budging on your spot. And by the aura you were emitting they knew they were doomed if they make a move on you.
Releasing a demented smirk, you walked the few meter distance from the front gates to the glass doors of Big Hit. As expected the guards stopped you before you can enter staring at your eccentric baggage and your uncanny get up. With a shrug you flashed them the ID, both of the guards eyes widened almost popping from their sockets, with a few bows and stuttered apologies they ushered you inside without further preamble.
"Excuse me miss, could you direct me to the floor where Mr. Bang Si-Hyuk is? We have an appointment with him at ten o'clock."
The light brown haired receptionist hummed rummaging for some documents at her counter. She then proceeded to take the telephone's handset dialing some numbers and talked to whom you could only assume as the CEO of Big Hit Entertainment.
"Are you Miss Narciel?"
You tilted your head to the side, your bangs covering you right eye exposing your deadly ruby ones staring through the deepest darkest parts her soul giving her the chills.
"That's my friend, I'm Lohavete."
Those names were the aliases both you and your friend took when you both had taken your title. Those were the names you two were known as now a days, your real names kept and locked tightly for safety purposes.
"Oh, you're both on clear ma'am Bang PD-nim is at the seventh floor waiting for you but first both you and your friend need to sign here as proof that you are both who you claimed to be."
"Okay let me get her."
You released the burden that you've been carrying with a loud thud on the floor nudging it with your heeled boot clad foot a few times.
"Okiro." (Wake up)
"..."
"Okiro yo." (Wake up)
"..."
"Ne, Okiro te ba!" (I said wake up!)
SILENCE.
Sigh.
"Ii wa, wakata." (Fine, I get it)
Dropping down on the floor, you caressed the onyx tinted coffin sensually with both of your nimble hands the top portion of your body laying flat on the casket's upper lid your ample breasts squeezed at the smooth layer of the death contraption.
As your palms traveled to the side part of the black sarcophagus, one by one you closed its locks making sure that it wont accidentally open if something were to happen to it.
You whispered at the coffin completely flattening your upper body on it, your face compressed directly at the wooden surface your voice were seductively sweet at the beginning of your sentence but dripping into a low venomous timbre at the end.
"Ne, okirojana kereba--
--shinu zo." (If you don't wake up--you'll die)
"..."
Completely done with your friend's antics, you abruptly stood up body quivering in anger.With lack of sleep, caffeine and food your patience was at its limit.
Picking the discarded chains that was connected to the casket, you gave a sigh before pulling it with all your might over your shoulder releasing something akin to a war cry as the coffin soared into the air for a few seconds as if it was in s-l-o-w motion the gravity pulling it back to earth with a loud BANG.
"Ive been lenient on you this fucking passed months. Not only did you pester me till I agreed to help you with this, but you vanished on the face of the earth when you dropped me the pictures and measurements of the members of BTS demanding that I tailor their clothes which by the way was commissioned to you by the CEO of Big Hit himself only to return a day before the final fitting. I swear to every god in existence that I will burn your shop down if you don't wake the fuck up."
And just for good measure, you gave one strong final kick to the coffin waiting for your damn friend to wake up.
"Ne Loha-chan how can I get out of here if the latches are closed baka."
"Fight me kuso onna, fight me."
With a tired sigh, you untangled the thin wires hidden on your wrist connecting each metallic thread to the locks of the casket containing your damnable friend. When the top lid opened, it revealed a female 5'3 in height cosplaying as Ciel Phantomhive complete with the pink frilly gown, long curly locks in two high ponytails and the light rose colored top lady hat.
"Ohayou~" (Good morning)
"Ohayou my face, do you have anything to say for yourself?"
"E-etto, gomen ne?" (U-um I'm sorry?)
You almost closed the lid on her in aggravation.
"Stop fooling around, we have to sign here before we can meet Mr. Bang Si-Hyuk then, you are going to the seventh floor and talk to him, I'm going to stay here and rest. Lugging that thing with you inside is a Herculean task I didn't think Id manage."
"Boo. But Loha-chi you made those attire!"
"You could present them and credit me Narciel. Explain the details why did I chose those patterns and colors for each member and the like that's your forte no?"
"Oh alright."
After signing the log book, your Ciel cosplaying friend went to the elevator to meet Big Hits CEO while you stayed in the secluded part of the lobby area to rest dragging the sarcophagus in a safe corner as to not trip any innocent soul or scare them to death.
"I wish I went with Narciel now its so boring here."
With nothing else to do but die and slowly go insane from boredom, you decided to finish adding the small details on your 'Kim Taehyung' Doll's necktie. The outfit you were putting together was the one where he wore a white long sleeved polo shirt with a navy blue tie and faded light blue ripped jeans. It was the exact copy of the clothes he wore when BTS performed DNA on the AMA's in America.
While you were busy with the embroidery of the designs on the necktie, you didn't notice two guys sitting a few chairs near you eyeing the coffin then you.
The male that was wearing a black hoodie with the word 'THRASHER' printed in violet bold letters with black ripped jeans was a little taller than the one that is garbed in white long sleeved shirt with faded washed pants. Both of them with black masks that are worn by idols and it seems that most of the staff and employees that were passing by knows them.
They were whispering both coming up with conspiracy theories as to why there was a casket at the lobby beside a woman in her mid twenties who was cosplaying as Kurumi Tokisaki. Is there a skeleton inside? A dead body? Weapons of mass destruction and apocalyptic chaos?! Gasp! What if it was all of the above?! Both pairs of chocolate hued orbs were glinting with curiosity. They decided to pass time by watching you as you finished your task cutting the crimson thread from the flower embroidery.
Setting the dark blue tie on your seat, you walked to the obsidian casket opening the upper lid revealing its red velvety interior, they stood from their chairs in anticipation and excitement peering past your shoulders to get a glimpse of whats inside only to frown in disappointment seeing it was filled with colorful threads, needles of different sizes, scrap and rolled fabrics, a pair of scissors, a set of carving tools and some unidentified objects they don't know the name of.
"So much for dead bodies--
--Skeletons."
"Or weapons of mass destruction and apocalyptic chaos."
You knew they still have their eyes on you as you rummaged the compartment of the burial casket for your Dolls. A huge smile was painted on your lips as you fetched your 'Kim Taehyung' Doll. His features were that of his Original's when they performed in AMA's same outfit as described above with thick soft ash gray strands parted at the middle adorning his head. He is a ball-jointed/fashion doll, with his sculptured body as pale as Shirayuki Hime's (Snow White's)skin, his face in that perfect V line, jaws heavily defined, cute button nose, his eyes an alluring shade of silver while his lips were dipped in light-ish coral tint.
Overall he was a masterpiece, your chef-d'oeuvre.
Gasps were heard where the two gentlemen sat as they saw your 'Kim Taehyung' Doll, he is absolutely a sight to behold being the epitome of beauty and excellence. But what lured them in was his eyes, his orbs was supposed to be placid and glassy...lifeless, but V's clone in Doll form has mesmerizing eyes, they were sparkling with mischief...those pair of silver orbs were alive.
Wink.
GASP!
"Taehyungie/Jiminie--
--did that doll just wink at us?!"
Blinking at the absurdity of the situation, the two members of the maknae line stole a brief glance at the Doll's direction only to see him in your arms as you tied the navy tie on V's Doll clone completing his look.
"Waah~ Daebak."
"It definitely more handsome than you Taehyung."
"Yah Jimin you pabo."
"But still its awesome, I wonder where she bought that Doll."
You knew that from the awe dripping from their voices, they had been blown away on how Tea-kun was aesthetically pleasing to the eyes. And for the record V's clone in doll form is not store bought, you made him. You are his creator.
PING.
"LOHA-CHAN! KYAAAA!"
You jumped from your seat in fright, with how loud your friend is she could have been mistaken as a rabid sasaeng fan. She ran from the elevator as soon as she got out of it waving some papers in the air almost tripping at her pink dress.
You stood to meet her with the intention of getting the papers before Narciel rip it to shreds like she always does with important documents.
But what you didn't anticipate was her increasing her speed, jumping then glomp tackle hug you with all her might. You don't know what the frick happened but you ended up graciously making out with the floor with Narciel purring and snuggling at your exposed back and you poor Vi-kun squished between your bosom.
"Loha-chan! Kami Loha-chan! Bang-san loved your design! He wants to see the final product!"
"Hmm? Really now? If so then the clothes are in the compartment under where you just slept Narciel."
"Hounto?! Come on Loha-chan lets go--
"Excuse me Narciel-ssi, Lohavete-ah."
The timbre of voice were identical from one of the Vocal line members of Bangtan V but its a tad bit lower than his and a little bit raspy from lack of use lately.
"As much as I'm loving my position in between my master's soft mounds, I would like you to get off her Narciel-ssi. Both of your weights combined isn't good for my small body."
The forgotten doll gave you and your Ciel Phantomhive cosplaying friend his Original's trade mark boxy smile and to further emphasize his comfort he gave a firm squeeze on the white uncovered skin of your breasts purring in contentment.
"Vivi you hentai."
"Only for you my dear master, only for you~"
You might have created him in Kim Taehyung's image from Bangtan Sonyeodan but that's where their similarities end. Your Doll was a total pervert with no shame whatsoever whereas his Original was innocent in ways but changes into a total sex god on stage when he becomes BTS's V. You named him 'Taeyung' and affectionately nicknamed him 'Vivi', he might be a pain in the ass most times but hes your pain in the ass.
"Taehyungie, your doll clone is possessed!"
Oh shite.
To be Continued?
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