#jongseob x reader

y/n yukawa: minecraft youtuber, part of team focus, friends with rachel, sakura and chaewon (*faceclaim: kazuha-le seraffim)

kim jongseob: part of the 3 heart trio, friends and with soul and sohee

rachel: y/n’s childhood best friend and in team focus (*faceclaim: yunjin- le seraffim)

sakura: y/n’s online bestfriend and in team focus (*faceclaim: sakura- le seraffim)

chaewon: y/n’s online friend and in team focus (*faceclaim: chaewon- le seraffim)

soul: jongseobs high school best friend and a part of the 3 heart trio

The marionette doll was weird. It had the height of a person and looked scarily realistic. Everyone who had seen it sitting on top of your shelves thought it was scary. They thought it was haunted or possessed, or just plain creepy.

Except you, that is.

You had grown up with that marionette. Your grandfather had made it the same year you were born, gifting it to your parents for your birth. Your parents hated it, but they didn’t throw it away. No, they left it on the shelf of your nursery. And they discovered that every time they attempted to remove it, you would cry and scream and shout until it was placed back in that same corner of your shelf. The dust would collect on it until you were old enough to properly take care of it.

Your grandfather taught you how to take care of it until it became a normal weekly activity that you looked forward to. Wipe gently- microfiber cloths that were dry. No water. Never water. Store in a dry place. Avoid direct sunlight (you had moved your shelves around the room nearly ten times before finding a spot that was suitably shaded). Use natural wood oil to saturate the wood and make it shine. 

The most important rule that your grandfather told you was take care of the joints. You never played with the marionette on your shelf. No, no, he was far too special. Far too… beautiful. But you would find wear and tears along his joints anyway. You questioned your parents about moving your puppet more times than you could count, but they always denied. Always claimed they hadn’t even been in your room.

You were always protective of the marionette doll. Always took care of him. He was your only friend. The only one who stayed. When your sister moved to a different country, he was there. When your best friend dropped you in sixth grade, he was there. When your grandfather passed away, he was there. He was always there. He was reliable. He was yours.

You had a habit of talking to the doll. While you brushed his curly black hair, or cleaned over his doll clothes, or polished his darkened eyes. Words left your lips as if he was listening, as if he could hear everything you said to him. And you would imagine his responses. Your head filled in the blanks. Full conversations between you and your doll. He would sit there on his high shelf and listen intently while you ranted about the people who bullied you in class, or the celebrities you thought were cool. Then, he would fill your mind with his words, always finding the right words to say at any moment.

Your parents were fine with this at first. Kids would be kids, after all. But… the talking got more common as you got older, not the other way around. And the conversations became more… in depth. Your mother remembers one of the biggest times she had worried about you. You had just gotten home from the school homecoming dance, tears in your eyes because one of the popular girls had embarrassed you. You didn’t even stop to talk to her as you hurried to your room, slamming the door behind you.

She followed, desperate to know what happened before she heard you speaking. She knew it was the doll you were speaking too, but she didn’t interrupt. She listened. There had to be something that you would tell the doll but wouldn’t tell her, right?

“Jongseob,” Your voice came through the door, wobbly and broken, “Why are they so mean to me? They tell me you don’t exist. They tell me you’re just a doll.” A silence. Your mother went to open the door, but then, you spoke again. “I know!” Her brows furrowed. “You’re real. You are real. I know you are. You’re just… stuck. They don’t understand. Nobody understands it but you!” Another long silence before you sniffled. “I know… But, surely they-” You cut yourself off, as if someone spoke over you. She listened, straining her ears for a voice that she knew wasn’t real.

There was a longer silence that time. Longer than she felt comfortable listening to. Just the silence accompanied by little sniffles from you. Something eerie in the silence held her off from opening the door. Something kept her still, right there, listening. But nothing. No words followed. Eventually, she pushed open the door, seeing you on the bed, eyes locked on your marionette doll. She saw your nods, as if you could hear the words from the puppet and was agreeing, albeit slowly and reluctantly.

Instances like that happened many times as you grew up. Several times, your parents spoke about removing the doll, but you vehemently disagreed. Sometimes you’d get angry at the mere mention, becoming hostile and defensive as they tried to reason with you that- no, it was not normal for you to have an imaginary friend at your age.

But he wasn’t imaginary. He was Jongseob. The marionette doll that sat on your shelf. With words only you could hear. Why couldn’t they understand that? Why couldn’t they understand that he was your friend? He was the only one there for you. He was the most important person in your life.

It was your birthday. You stayed up all night the night before, chatting with Jongseob while you cleaned him up, wiping down his wood and brushing his wavy black hair. He was so perfect. He always was. When midnight came around, you smiled softly, running your hand through his hair. You lifted him carefully, setting him back on his shelf. Your eyes trailed over his form and you nodded, once, before climbing into bed. 

“Good night, Jongseob.” Your voice rang out, as it did every night. You played his voice in your head, giving you your own goodnight. And then, you heard it through your ears. You paused, frozen as your eyes shot open. You hesitated to move before quickly shooting up and spinning around to look at the doll.

Except, it wasn’t a doll.

There was a boy. A living breathing, boy sitting on your shelf. One of his legs was sitting up on the shelf and his lips were curled into a smug, confident smirk. He hummed, kicking his other leg that hung below the shelf.

You stared. Wide eyed. Your breath was hitched and you were almost afraid to move. There was a sense of terror in your chest- a spark of fear that flourished into a dull ache. You didn’t want to make any sudden movements. The doll- or, well, the boy- scanned you with his eyes. He looked uninterested, but his eyes also held a sense of amusement. His arm moved, adjusting so his elbow could lean against his knee and hold his head up. 

“Y-You are-” Your words left your lips in a whisper. “You’re not supposed to…” You swallowed. “This is a dream. A dream. That’s all.” You said, shaking your head and blinking a few times, attempting to wake yourself up. Your hand moved to pinch your arm. You winced. The boy was still there.

“You done?” Jongseob- your doll- mused. “Is it really that surprising?”

Yes. The answer was outstandingly yes. What wasn’t surprising about your puppet coming to life in the middle of a night? You stared at him for a moment before nodding your head, nervously. 

He rolled his eyes, “You talk to me every night and hear my voice in your head. Is it really that weird that I can move?”

Yes.

It was extremely weird. Horrifyingly weird. 

This wasn’t even possible. 

And yet, he was here. Sitting on your shelf. A fully, working, breathing person. You didn’t know what to say. What to do. What is the natural response to this situation? Screaming? And it wasn’t just that he could move. That might have been less terrifying. The real issue you had was that he was real. A real person.

His joints had smoothed out into skin. The woodlike texture of his face had smoothened into the normalities that a person has. His clothes seemed more fitting, less room for it to be adjusted. His eyes were blinking. He was breathing. It was horrifying, frankly. It was impossible.

And yet, he was here.

“How did you… do that?” You murmured, swallowing your fear in favor of answers.

He hummed as if bored, “How did I do what?”

“....that.” You gestured to him. “You’re not even a doll anymore.”

He glanced down at himself as if just noticing. “Huh. I guess not.” He laughed, “I’ve never really been a doll. You know that.”

“No, you- you’ve always been a doll. You were made by my grandfather and I- you are a doll.”

“Does it look like I’m a doll?” You couldn’t answer. “Your grandfather may have made me, but you brought me to life. Surprise!”

You shook your head, “What are- What do you mean by that? How could I have ever made you come to life?”

His hand dropped from his cheek and his leg swung off the shelf. “You believed in me.” He said seriously, staring at you. Only for him to laugh, “nah, messing with you. It was your biggest wish, apparently.” He shrugged.

“What? Biggest wish? What do you mean?”

Jongseob hopped off the shelf, stretching casually in the room. You could only stare in disbelief as he moved, showcasing his perfectly human figure and movements. “Yeah, yeah, something about your grandfather making me and when you turn twenty-one, I can grant your biggest wish. I don’t know. I’m not really into all that kind of stuff.” He hummed. 

You stared again. Your eyes stung from how you refused to blink- too shocked and too scared. This was a dream. It had to be a dream. You swallowed, looking around the room for any other differences, anything else other than the boy in your room that would prove it was a dream. Nothing. It looked the same. The same posters, the same pictures, the same books sitting on your bookshelf. But it had to be a dream, right? Magic wasn’t real. Wishes coming true weren't real.

He stepped forward, “Gonna say something?” He mused. He moved closer until he was close enough to reach out and touch you if he wanted.

“Jongseob-” You said quickly, “This is a dream.” He raised an eyebrow but waited for you to continue. “So… if this is a dream… then I must be asleep.” You reasoned. “And if I’m asleep, that means I can… do whatever I want, yeah?”

Jongseob stared before shrugging, “It's not a dream.” He mused, “but if that’s what makes you feel better.” His hand moved out, gently caressing your cheek. “I’ve been watching you.” He murmured.

A dream. It has to be a dream, you reminded yourself before you allowed yourself to actually process the situation. Your doll, your marionette puppet, was standing in front of you. And, if you were being completely honest, he was hot. Jongseob has always been there for you. He had always been your go-to. He knew everything about you. Knew every problem you’ve ever had. He was there to listen when you were ditched on prom night. He was there when you lost your friends. He has been there for everything you have ever gone through.

And now, he was right in front of you. With dark eyes that you wanted to melt into. He was real. He was warm. You could feel him at this distance, the warmth floating off his skin. It was a dream. You could work with this, if it was a dream. His eyes stayed locked on your face, scanning your features as if he hadn’t memorized them already. His hand was still lingering on your cheek.

“Watching me?”

He let out a breath of a laugh, nodding. “I sat on your shelf since I was created. We’re the same age, you know? I remember everything I’ve seen.” Your cheeks burned. To have him remember everything he’s seen after twenty-one years of watching? It was a little shameful to think about.

His hand moved from your cheek, just barely touching your skin as he traced down to your shoulder. “Does that make you feel embarrassed? Knowing that every personal moment you’ve had, I’ve seen it all?”

You swallowed, but didn’t say anything. You couldn’t. He chuckled again, pushing back on your shoulder lightly. You followed without resistance, laying back on the bed. He hummed in delight at your compliance. “I asked you a question, doll.”

You hesitated before nodding slowly, meeting his eyes. They were dark, staring at you with unbridled emotion. You could recognize his barely concealed lust. His tongue pressed against the inside of his lip and he grinned. “What’s wrong? Cat’s got your tongue?” He mocked lightly.

You sucked in a breath. You wanted this. It was surprising how much your heart raced as he leaned closer, and how much his presence was already making a heat spread across your lower stomach. “Jongseob…” You murmured quietly, breathy and small. His brow tilted upwards as he looked down at you. “Do you.. Are you fully human now?”

He scoffed, “What, moving and talking isn’t enough for you? What are you doubting?” He leaned over to grab your hand, placing it against his chest. Through the ruffles of his outfit, you could feel the faint beat of his heart. A heart. He had a heart now. He hummed, “Is that enough for you, sweetheart?” His voice was mocking. He was so condescending, but it made you squirm. He noticed, of course he did. He chuckled, leaning closer. His face was inches away from yours at this point, “You like that, huh? I should’ve known.” 

His hand left your shoulder, trailing down your chest and stomach. His touch left goosebumps. You let out a breath, leaning back against your pillows and letting him touch you. His lips curled up. His hand pressed down on your stomach lightly. “Yeah?” He murmured, just as breathless as you felt. “Is this what you really want, doll? To be touched by me?”

Immediately, you were nodding. You wanted him to touch you. You wanted to feel the warmth of his hands trailing over your skin. The layers of clothes between you were frustrating you. As if reading your mind, his hand slid under the hem of your shirt, lean fingers sliding over your stomach. 

“God.” He breathed out. “You’re so perfect.” He leaned forward, pulling his knees onto the bed and kneeling in front of you. His nose brushed against yours, he was so close. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch you?” he murmured. “How much I’ve wanted to kiss you?”

He was so close. Impossibly close. You wanted him closer. You wanted his lips on yours. A low noise left your throat. Embarrassment filled you, but at this point, you were too far gone. “Please.” You whispered.

He cocked his eyebrow, “Please what? What do you need, pretty?” 

You nearly melted at the pet name. You shivered lightly and he breathed out a chuckle. “Kiss me. Do it.”

Jongseob’s lips twisted into a grin before he moved forward, pressing his lips against yours. 

It was different than you had imagined, though you didn’t quite know what you were expecting. His lips were warm and smooth. Warm. He was warm. Goosebumps covered your arms as you keened into his touch. He chuckled against your lips, pressing his hand to the back of your head.

“You aren’t returning it.” He mused gently against your lips. And the comment worked like lightning, sending electricity through you. And the dam was broken. Your arms circled his neck, kissing him back. His tongue brushed over your bottom lip and you didn’t even hesitate to slide them apart, letting him in. A low, deep groan left his lips, vibrating into your mouth as his tongue slid through, exploring and fighting with yours.

He was real. The words still floated in your head. In between the want and the fiery need, you kept thinking that- holy shit. Your puppet is real. And he was so real, especially when his knee slid between your thighs and pressed up. A jagged, surprised noise left your lips and you felt him grin against your lips, but he didn’t stop. His hand trailed from your head down your arm and landed on your waist. He thumbed at your hip gently, which surprised you because of how intense his kiss was.

You felt hot. Overwhelmingly hot. Your hands moved, tangling in his hair and tugging him impossibly closer. That’s all you wanted. Was him. Closer and closer. And he apparently wanted the same thing because the grip on your waist tightened and he brought you in close. His knee brushed against you and you jolted.

“So reactive.” He murmured, leaning back from you. You sucked in a breath and he chuckled gently. He pressed a kiss against your jawline before trailing down. A certain kiss made you arch into him and he hummed, pausing there. “Mm, here, huh?” He murmured before pressing another kiss to the spot. A whine left your lips. His lips curled into a grin as he pressed forward again. His lips parted against that spot and he sucked gently.

The feeling was unlike anything you’d felt before. You jolted into him, grasping at his hair for some sort of stability. You gasped out his name, breaking into a breathy moan when his teeth brushed against your skin. You jolted forward, hips bucking against his knee. His hands gripped at your waist, stilling you and you whined at the loss of contact.

“You’re okay, doll.” He murmured, pulling away from your neck. “You’re really needy, huh? Just want me to take care of you?” You nodded desperately, face screwed up in a pleading expression. If this was a dream, might as well enjoy it, right?

Jongseob hummed, dipping forward to press his lips against yours again. As he did so, his hands trailed around the edge of your sleep shirt. He tugged it up, brushing his knuckles against your bare skin. You let out a breathy whine again. Noises you’ve never made before seemed to be coming out every other minute, and he seemed so proud that he was the one to bring those noises out. He leaned back just far enough to pull your shirt over your head and toss it onto the floor, not caring where it landed. His eyes scanned your chest. 

“Fuck, doll.” He muttered, “I’ll never get tired seeing you like this.” Your cheeks burned- you forgot he had seen you like this before. Every time you changed, or slept shirtless, he had seen it before. He had gotten the chance to admire your skin.

You were far behind. You tugged at the base of his frilly shirt and he grinned, turning. “Velcro. You should know that.” You blinked at the back of his shirt- there was a long strip of velcro down the back of his dress shirt. Just like your marionette doll. “Well?” You shook your head gently and tugged the velcro apart. Worried to ruin his beautiful shirt, you carefully folded his shirt and put it on the nightstand. He chuckled, watching. “You always are so careful with me and my clothes.” He murmured, leaning over to you. You didn’t waste a moment, scanning his slim figure. Your hands bunched at your sides as warm want flowered in your chest.

He caught your lips again, warm and soft. You took note of how he tasted- woody, like the pine juice your grandfather had made once upon a time. At the time, you hated that taste, but now, you couldn’t find yourself to even dislike it. The taste was growing on you.

You barely noticed when his hand undid the tie on your thin sleep shorts. You only took notice when his warmth skimmed your waist. A soft sound left your lips and he chuckled once more. “Okay?” He murmured. You swallowed thickly, but nodded. “Good. Gonna take these off, yeah?” You nodded again and his hands tugged your shorts down and off.

His hands weren’t big, they never had been, but they still made you shiver when they brushed over your front. Your head tossed back away from him and he grinned slyly. His palm cupped you and you jolted again, a whine catching in your throat.

“Always wanted to do this, y’know.” He murmured, watching your face with that stupid grin. “Dreamed of the moment I could come over and just… take you.”

You swallowed thickly. “Then do it. There’s nothing stopping you.” Your words came out steadier than you thought they would, less of a wobble and more of a stand. You were going to enjoy this as long as this dream lasted. You leaned forward, kissing him again. You could never tire of his mouth, the way his moved against yours, and if you could stay asleep for life to continue this dream, you would take it.

His hand continued, massaging at your boxer-clad cock, as you kissed. And a sudden movement made you jolt, biting his lip on accident. Jongseob leaned back, hissing quietly and running his tongue over the red spreading over his lip. He chuckled again, everything was amusing to him it seemed. “Excited much?” He mocked. His hand gripped around you and you gasped, hands jolting out to steady yourself on his shoulders. 

“Gonna let me take these off now, pretty?” He murmured. You nodded, almost desperately. His grip loosened and he tugged down your boxers. You shivered, feeling even more bare than you already were when his gaze dragged over your nude body. “Fuck.” The swore came out quick and breathy as if he, too, couldn’t wait any longer. And, he couldn’t. He raised his hand, licking his palm before dragging it over your glistening cock, spreading spit and precum down the length. A jagged moan left your lips and you fell back against the bed once more. Your head tilted back against the pillows as his hand worked up and down you.

He let out a breathy chuckle and leaned forward to press his lips to yours. His tongue shoved into your mouth. It was warm and it sent shivers down your spine. His hand squeezed loosely and he grinned at the sounds escaping your lips. “Making such pretty sounds for me, hm?” He murmured. “Does my hand really feel that good?” He cooed. 

You whimpered, nodding desperately, bucking my hips into his hand. His thumb circled the tip of your cock, sliding through your slick and dragging it down. “Jongseob-” A choked sound left your lips, “Please, need more-” 

It felt so real. So hot and heavy. You could imagine the mess being made right now. You didn’t care, though. All you cared about was the fact that his hand was so big and warm, and your hole was so empty. Your hand moved over and tugged at his bottoms, the frillyness brushing against your hand as you tugged. He hummed, “Impatient, are we? What do you want, doll?”

“What do you think I want?” You huffed in frustration. If this was a dream, he should probably know what you wanted. He laughed, squeezing at the base of your cock before pulling back and tugging his pants down. His cock sprang free and you practically salivated at the mouth as his hand wrapped around it and gave it a quick jerk. He adjusted, sliding down the bed until he was able to press your thighs over his shoulder. His bare chest hit the mattress and he blew cold air out of his mouth.

You jolted when the air hit your hole. He hummed, “So pink and puckery, babe.” He teased mockingly. His thumb, rough and padded, reaches up and brushes over the space there. A sharp breath left your lips. A chuckle left his lips before you heard him rustling below you. You propped up on your elbows, looking down at him to see what he was about to do. You expected to feel him pressing his finger inside you, but instead, you watched as he leaned forward.

You squeaked, almost losing your stability as his mouth landed on you. A groan echoed in the silent room as his tongue poked at your entrance, teasing you, testing your patience. He licked a long strip up before sucking harshly at your hole.

You clenched around nothing, moaning thickly as your elbows gave out and you landed on your back. One hand dipped down to grasp at his hair, carding in those soft black curls. You swallowed thickly, anxiously awaiting what would be next. 

When nothing came, you let out a frustrated huff, “What are you waiting for? Just-” You cut yourself off with a sharp inhale, tightening your grip in his hair as his tongue bullied the rim of your hole. You felt the vibration of his chuckle as he circled it before pushing in. You jolted, a whimper leaving your lips as he pushed forward, shoving his tongue inside of you and flexing it. 

You tugged him impossibly closer and his tongue reached deeper inside you. When he flattened the muscle, you felt faint, feeling it expand inside you. You'd never felt anything like this before. It was so warm and hot and wet.

A whine left your lips when he pulled back, but it was quickly silenced with a moan when he replaced his tongue with a finger, pushing it in fully. You bucked up, as if trying to escape the sudden stretch, but his free arm came up to push your hips down.

“No,” He muttered, sitting up fully again. “I thought this was what you wanted? You don't get to pull away now.”

“J-Jongseob, please.” You muttered weakly. Your hand slipped to his arm, holding his bicep tightly. He hummed, eyes locking onto you as he curled the finger inside you, watching your entire face scrunch up in pleasure. His eyes lit with amusement, watching with a sick grin on his face.

The stretch became easier until he slid in his second finger. The burn was so good. It felt fiery but so, so warm. You never wanted to wake up. You wanted to be here with him forever, feeling this warm heat in your stomach and the firm stretch of your hole. Your cock twitched and he chuckled mockingly as he scissored his fingers inside you. You gripped his shoulders tightly, face screwing up in pleasure. 

“J-Jongseob- please. I can’t- I need- I need you.” You whined out, sick of the teasing and ready for the real thing. He hummed.

“Is that right? You think you’re ready for me, huh?” He mused, but his fingers tugged out of your hole anyway. He adjusted, sitting up. You squeaked at the change of position. Your calves were still pressed over his shoulders and he used that to his advantage. His cockhead bumped against your pink little hole and his groan almost drowned out yours. “Fuck, ready? You sure about this, yeah?” He murmured, voice gravelly and low as he leaned over you. You’re sure you about broke your neck with how hard you nodded.

Jongseob sucked in a breath at your enthusiasm and he moved his hips. He moved slowly, carefully pushing in as his eyes fixed onto the place you were connected. He bit his lip as he pressed into the hilt, hips even against yours. His eyes slipped shut as he leaned his head back, releasing another breathy curse.

You whimpered, eyes shutting with his. “S-Seob-” You whined, hands falling off his shoulders and squeezing into the blankets below you. “Please move, I can’t- fuck- you should- I don’t-” Your words didn’t come out the way you wanted them. You couldn’t think. It all felt so real, nothing like the fogginess that typically came with dreams of this caliber (though, you must admit, this was a first). You didn’t know what to do other than beg for more, for something to release the heat building inside your abdomen.

“I’ve got you, baby.” He murmured, gripping your hip with one hand. His other hand moved to your ankle, holding your leg over his shoulder as he carefully pulled out and pushed back in. He pistoned in and out of you carefully, different than what you had been expecting. “Shit, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, have you?” He swallowed thickly. “Been so long, baby.” His thumb dug into your skin as he slapped forward, choking on a groan. “I’m not even gonna last long. That’s how long I’ve wanted you.”

You weren’t much better. Your cock twitched, jolting from where it stood at full-mast. The tip was an angry red that was ready to burst at any minute. The littlest touch could set you off. But you tried to keep it away. You didn’t want this dream to end and you knew that as soon as you came, reality would come crashing in. So your eyes squeezed even tighter shut as you tried to hold it in. 

His hips kept hitting yours and his cock hit that perfect gummy spot inside you that made you want to scream. Whimpers left your lips instead, attempting to stave off the pleasure threatening to overtake you.

He noticed. Of course he noticed.

Jongseob scoffed, adjusting his grip on you, “What, think you’re too good to cum by my cock? Just let it go, baby. It’ll be all okay.” He soothed. You choked on a moan, still attempting to keep it at bay. He clicked his tongue, taking his hand from your ankle and moving it to wrap around your cock, giving it a few harsh tugs before you were breaking. A searing heat moved through your stomach and cock and you cried out as you felt your own release hitting your stomach, unable to hold back any longer. At the same time, he burst, coming inside your walls and flooding you with warmth. Your vision went stark white for a long moment before it faded. He let out a deep groan, but you couldn’t hear it. You didn’t even hear whatever noises had left your own mouth.

He tugged out and collapsed beside you. His arm moved over, sliding under your neck and tugging you into him. “I hope you realize that I’m doing that again.” He muttered quietly, pressing a kiss into your neck as he panted. “Fuck, you’re mine now.”

You hummed, too blissed out to really acknowledge the statement. Your eyes fluttered and they slipped shut without warning. You leaned into his warmth, dreading the fact that you would wake up without anyone beside you.

You woke up the next morning and yawned. You went to sit up, but stiffened when you felt a warm arm around your shoulders. You froze, eyes slowly moving to the side to look at your captor. You sucked in a sharp breath, shaking your head when you saw Jongseob there. You lifted your arm, pinching. Pain. There was pain. You slapped your cheek, not too hard but hard enough. Pain. There was pain. This was real life. This wasn’t a dream.

Jongseob- your doll- groaned and shifted, “Morning.” He muttered in that deep morning voice that would have made you swoon if you weren’t freaking out.

“What the fuck.”

He blinked, eyes squinting through the morning light at you, “Well, hello to you too, babe.”

“You’re not real. You’re a doll.” You said quickly, pushing back.

He scoffed, “We literally fucked. Last night. Don’t remember?” He muttered, rubbing at his eyes. “Remember- the whole birthday wish thing, you wished I would come to life, and now I’m alive? Or did you just assume it was all some kind of dream?”

You swallowed, nodding slowly, “I- I did.”

He hummed, shaking his head, “Silly boy.” He muttered, leaning back again. “I can certainly fuck you again, show you that I’m real.” He said, arching an eyebrow up at you smugly. You smacked his shoulder- his very real shoulder. You sucked in a breath and realized you weren’t quite as terrified as you should have been. This was clearly your doll, you reasoned, so if he was walking and talking, it had to have been some kind of magic. And you remembered last night very well. 

You nodded slowly, swallowing thickly. “I… What do we do? You’re real. I’m… real. What happens now?”

He shrugged, “Dunno. I didn’t really think about it. Outside of the fact that you’re definitely my boyfriend now.”

You scoffed, “Boyfriend? You’re a doll.” 

“I’m a puppet. There’s a difference.” He muttered sourly before leaning forward. “I have a heart now. You heard it yourself yesterday. You felt me inside you. I’m as human as you now. And I have wanted you for so long. I don’t want to let you go just yet.”

You swallowed again. “I… always felt connected to you. You’re the only person I ever felt okay talking to. My only friend.”

Jongseob stared for a minute before grabbing your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing your knuckles. “Well, then, that’s what happens. I stay. I’m yours now.”

“Mine.” You whispered, nodding slowly as you came to terms with whatever magic had happened. This seemed to be a blessing, rather than a curse, so what’s the harm in playing along? “I like that.”

His lips tilted up, “Good. I do too.”

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