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Min Yoongi.

The lanyard around his neck retracted automatically after sliding the barcode against the door lock, verifying his authorization to enter. As many hopeful authors and writers were wont to do, Yoongi had settled for an author-adjacent career after graduation. Some of his peers had gone the route of editors, for major publishing firms; Others had settled for the age-old "If you can't do it, teach it". A rare few had in fact kept up their steam, and ventured out into the great wild world of writing as a career. Yoongi could count on one hand the number of that pool that had "made it" so to speak, no real peer-recognition to speak of. Rather than deal with that curse Yoongi went the way the others did, settling on a career that would use his degrees w/out the risk of crash & burn: Copywriter.

Unfortunately, the career he chose was male-dominated and traditional to boot. The men here were MEN's men. Manly men. Men that firmly believed in a rolling cart of scotch being strategically placed, and enjoyed, in the sky-high offices they thrived in. Men that believed in whiskey, cigars, & women. Yoongi, despite being quite the whiskey connoisseur & enjoyer of a fine quality rolled cigar, was not like his co-workers. He was too "flowery" & "dramatic" with his words, knew too many synonyms, was too eager to simply write. And all that was before short stature, longer, shoulder length hair and creamy pale skin that pinked on the edges all came into effect. He was, sadly, all too often mistaken for the female interns the company was eager to keep hired.

Even though they rolled into and out of employment like clockwork, after being preyed upon by the other men.

Sliding down to his cubicle, Yoongi flexed his fingers to warm them up a little, and settled in to get started on his favourite time of the work day. Post-lunch when all the men of the office were still out wasting the lunch period, taking every second of time they could & then some.

The time when the whole floor was quiet, save for the periodic whirr of the air conditioner kicking on. There were no unnecessary conversations, no squeaking of markers on whiteboard, just relative silence and the rustle of papers as Yoongi moved them.

Standing to receive the pages he sent to the printer, Yoongi sighed contentedly, a soft pinch of air through his lips. From behind him, a sleazy voice echoed over.

"What's the matter, doll, you need some help getting situated?"

Turning on his heel, papers in hand, Yoongi lifted a brow. "I've been working here almost 3 years longer than half the floor, and work twice the hours. What help could you possibly offer me" He paused to identify the man "...Choi?"

Choi flushed, elbow falling off the edge of the cubicle he'd perched it on, stammering.

"S-sorry Min, I-"

Yoongi just shook his head and returned to his own seat, ignoring the bubbles threatening to boil in his stomach. He refused to acknowledge the heat simmering at the pet-name thrown around by a sleazy co-worker.

Absolutely not.

There was nothing to that.

There was, in fact, something to it.

Yoongi found this out the hard way when he passed out that night flat on his back, blanket barely draped over his waist. He dreamt of being in his bed, eyes wide and alert, arms stiff at his sides. Choi's voice echoed in the blackness of his room, incorporeal arms hovering over his body, moving slowly. They trailed over his ankles, ice cold needles pricking at dream-Yoongi's skin. He wanted to shiver, but his body wouldn't budge. The ghostly limbs moved to his knees, picking one up like it weighed nothing, and bending it to the side. Yoongi could feel the movement like it was happening, could feel the hands all over him, but he couldn't MOVE. The hands squeezed his waist, slid up under his night shirt, exposing his stomach. All Yoongi could do was watch, and scream in his own head, 'MOVE, MOVE WHY CAN'T I MOVE'. He felt ice cold fingers on his chest, and Choi's voice echoed in the room from every corner in a whisper.

"Hey doll"

Yoongi shivered internally, heat pooling in his gut. The voice changed, like a distortion was applied, when it spoke again.

"Pretty doll"

More voices echoed across the room, more hands on his body. He couldn't see them anymore but he could feel them. Grasping his ankles, rotating them; Twisting his arms above his head, elbows crooked. Looking up he saw little shadows on his arms, like his elbows had physical joints that could be seen. Doll joints, he realized.

"Cute little doll" "Our precious doll" "You're a natural, doll, letting us pose you" "You like that, don't you doll?"

Yoongi's mind reeled as his body reacted in his sleep, arousal tenting the blanket barely hanging on his hips. His body was still as he jolted up, eyes wide & glancing around the room. Paralyzed in fear he strained to listen for voices, to feel hands, any sign that he was asleep.

After a few moments, hearing nothing, he tried to sit up, groaning as his arms and legs still felt stiff. Hobbling to the small mirror on his desk, he peered into it, lighting his face with his phone screen to see.

'Ok Yoongi, it was a dream. You've got no doll joints, your face is perfectly human, why were you expecting anything else?'

He sighed roughly, and staggered to the kitchen for some water. His roommate jerked his head up as he walked in, book in one hand and an apple in the other.

"Oh! Shit sorry Yoongi did I wake you?"

Yoongi smiled, grabbing a water from the fridge and shook his head. "Nah, just... a dream. S'Good"

His roommate's eyes drifted down and back up rapidly before returning to his book. "Uh, must've been a good dream then I guess.."

"Wha-" Yoongi looked down and finally realized he was hard as steel, cock pulling his underwear taut. "Shit, sorry I didn't notice..." he rapidly turned his back to his roommate, blushing.

'WAS it a good dream? I would have called it a nightmare, but... nightmares don't give you the king of morning woods... right?'

"Ah, I'll just... go back to my room. Have a good... read?" Yoongi laughed nervously & bee-lined for his room, leaning against the door once he closed it.

Sitting at his desk, he looked into the mirror again. His mind superimposed features on his face as he gazed, and he leaned in as if he could see better. His naturally pale skin was highlighted with soft rosy cheeks, and delicate pink gloss shimmering in the dim evening light. His eyes were hooded, nearly fluttered shut, his lashes long and enticing. Yoongi's cock jerked under the table, and he gasped softly, pressing a hand to palm his erection.

The more he stared at his superimposed reflection, the harder his hand pressed and circled, until it started moving quickly, slicked and sticky through his briefs. His head fell to the chair as he scooted down, angling his body with a leg bent as he had been in the dream. His eyes fluttered closed, imagining the hands moving him again, fingers curled under his knees. He slid his briefs below his heated member, and liberally slicked his palm with the pre-cum leaking profusely from it. His hand worked fast, but he focused on only flicking his wrist, willing his body to stay still. Looking into the mirror with squinted eyes, Yoongi moaned at the sight. He looked like a beautiful little doll, posed in the chair, cheeks flushed in arousal just like the image he'd seen. Lips bitten and pressed until they were also flushed pink, parting slightly as he panted. Holding his breath, to still his quaking chest, he flicked his wrist on the head of his cock until he finally came, exhaling hard with a low grunt.

"Fuck" he whispered, cleaning himself off and gazing at his reflection one more time before sliding into bed.

He didn't dream again, but his thoughts until he drifted were circling the night's activities. He needed more of this.

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Yoongi is awoken by the sunlight streaming through his blinds, warming his face with late morning sunshine. He groans & rolls over, pulling the blanket over his head.

Realizing he's woken up hard again, he sighs and flings the blanket off, staring blankly out at his room.

'Something to distract myself...' he thinks. His eyes land on the desk with his meager toiletries, and he's struck with an idea.

He fumbles around with everything for a moment, fingers grasping the jar of Vaseline gently. Setting it aside he continues rummaging noisily. He further sets aside baby powder and a long-forgotten black eyeliner pencil. Taking in his reflection again, with the much brighter daylight to guide him, Yoongi's hands tremble slightly as he reaches for the products.

'Okay. I want... I wanna see how I look. I just wanna see if... If I'm...' His thoughts pause, afraid to even think what he wants to think.

He gently tips the powder into his hand, and tries to stick it to his face. When most of it falls off, he pouts slightly, then grabs the Vaseline and puts a dollop on his hands and rubs, then coats in powder again to make a thin paste. Smearing it onto his face it does the job of brightening his skin. It's not quite even but it's faint enough that his own pale skin amends the look. He leans forward to line his wide eyes with the eyeliner, flicking exaggerated lashes down from his waterline, humming to himself.
Finally he grabs the Vaseline again and applies a thin layer to his lips. He pouts again.

'Not shiny enough' he thinks.

As if a lightbulb goes off, he jolts up and towards his bedside table, yanking the drawer out and dumping the contents onto his bed, ignoring the clattering of the various objects. Eyeing the small packet he was looking for, his fingers dart to grasp it. Rushing back to his table, he drops heavily into his chair and struggles to rip open the package fast enough, fingers trembling.

"Come on, come on, just... open... FUCK" he shouts, exasperated.

He's still vibrating, trying to rip open the packet, when his door jerks open and a winded NJ stands in his doorway with wide, worried eyes.

"YOONS ARE YOU OKA-Hey there you are, are you okay? There was a crash and then you were yell-" His eyes catch Yoongi's face, taking it in, before dropping to his trembling hands.

His lips part as he recognizes the small sachet. A sample size of cherry flavoured lube. Looking back to Yoongi's face, he notices that it's paler than usual, and his lips are shining slightly. Yoongi is frozen in place, gut wrenched through his throat, blocking the words he wants to say.

'It's not what you think... uh, what could you even think it is... I'm just having... private time? Fuck what do I say SAY SOMETHING YOONGI FUCK'

All he manages is a choked sound, garbled out of his sticky lips. NJ's face softens as he steps forward, slowly, hands up defensively.

"You... uh... lemme help with this, yeah?" He points to the packet.

Yoongi is still staring with fearful eyes, chest heaving, as he raises his hands simply, offering the packet. He doesn't know why he does that, shock probably. NJ gently tries to rip it, sliding it between his lips to tear at it with his teeth when he fails as well. Finally getting it open, he smacks his lips with a chuckle.

"Mm, flavoured... S'cherry?"

Yoongi nods, hands slowly taking the packet back, shivering slightly. He turns back to the mirror, and hesitates to continue. Would NJ think he was weird? Awkwardly behind him, NJ leans down to look at him in the mirror.

"You look... cute, you know? Like porcelain."

Yoongi flushes brightly, cheeks tinting through the light powder, lips curving to a smile.

Softly, voice barely a whisper, he replies, "That's the point"

NJ's eyes flash with something dark, and he licks his lips unconsciously. "You wanna look like a doll?"

In the mirror, Yoongi's eyes flit to NJ's, head nodding. "Y-yeah. Is that... That's weird right? 'm weird..."

Looking down at Yoongi's reflected face again, NJ leans forward, caging his arms around the seated man, and grabs the packet of lube again gently. He tips some onto his finger and looks back at the reflected gaze.

"This... This for your lips?"

Yoongi nods slowly.

NJ looks at the bright red lube on his finger, then back to Yoongi's gaze and pulls his head to his chest with his other hand. Yoongi goes pliantly, electricity spiking through his body. The lube-slicked finger rises, slowly, approaching Yoongi's lips. They part in a gasp as soon as contact is made, the chilly lube slightly warmed to NJ's body temperature. Slowly, carefully, NJ's finger slides across Yoongi's parted lips, the latter breathing heavily as his briefs tent again with arousal. NJ turns his head with the spare hand, and Yoongi whimpers softly.

"Fuck" NJ whispers, groaning. He puts a little more lube on his finger and quickly swipes it across Yoongi's top lip, wiping excess with his thumb. He turns Yoongi's head back to the mirror.

"Look at you... A little doll, aren't you?"

Yoongi's eyes tear up slightly as he takes in his appearance. The lube has his lips red and sparkling, begging to be touched, tasted, used. His face is pale and smooth, white as Porcelain just as NJ said.

"Joon-ah?" Yoongi whispers.

"Mm?"

"Am I... Am I a pretty doll?"

NJ crinkles his brows in confusion, before turning both of their heads to the mirror, pressing his cheek to Yoongi's.

"Look in that mirror. Do you see what I see?"

Yoongi shakes his head, pout forming.

"I see the most beautiful little doll I've ever seen. Look at you. Yes you're fucking pretty, are you kidding me Yoongi?"

A relieved breath gasps from Yoongi as he relaxes against NJ's chest. "N-not weird?"

"No, doll. You're not weird. You like what you like, yeah?" He waits for Yoongi to nod, but the other man is just taking in his reflection, fingers reaching to touch his glistening lips. NJ continues.

"Is this, like... Sorry if this is rude... Is this like... a sexual thing? Or... Just, like... makeup?"

Yoongi's eyes dart over anxiously as he realizes he's getting hard again. Covering himself with his hands, he looks away, causing NJ to chuckle.

"Kay, guess that's my answer. Listen it's not weird okay? You're a beautiful, pretty, perfect little doll, and if that's what you want to be then be it. Want me to help?"

Yoongi jolts in the chair, whole body turning pink around the edges as he chokes a reply, "H-help? W-What do you m-mean help?"

NJ laughs deep in his chest. "Well I meant like... Shopping? I can go with you if you ah wanna buy... real stuff. Makeup, clothes maybe? Idk what you need."

"Oh... right, o-of course. Sure, yeah." Yoongi replies, head down as he swallows the shameful idea that NJ might want to help him a little more immediately. He's enveloped by warmth as NJ's body cages his again.

"But, if you'd like some help right now...?" NJ whispers against his ear.

Suppressing a shiver, Yoongi nods. "Y-you uh... Don't have to do anything, like, sexual, really. I-If you can just..." He hesitates, eyes seeking out the other's.

NJ noses his neck and chuckles again, kissing the skin there softly. "Go on doll. What do you need?"

Yoongi's head falls to the side as he continues. "Can you... move me? P-pose me like a... you know"

"A doll?"

"Mm."

"Can I? You know, touch you? More than moving you?"

Yoongi gasps, "L-like where?"

NJ grabs Yoongi's wrist and guides it down to his arousal, rubbing him with his own hand. "Here, doll. Can I touch you here?"

"Fuck... Yes, if you... if you want."

"You know? I do. I really fucking do want." NJ practically growls before sliding an arm under Yoongi 's knees and the other around his back to lift him from the chair and drop him on the bed.

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Content Warnings for the upcoming update:

- 🔞:Adult content
- Dollification: One partner maintaining a level of inactive participation
- Body worship: Worship of a body incl. feet
- Proactive consent, not Reactive consent: Consent given before not during

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Looking down, NJ takes in Yoongi's appearance. His sleeping shirt drapes loosely around his thighs coquettishly, tented slightly from the man's arousal beneath him. His whole body is pale, creamy, soft. Yoongi's lips are still wet, still pink, face still delicate and white as fragile porcelain. Leaning onto the bed with one knee, NJ carefully, delicately, frames Yoongi's face in his hands.

"So fucking pretty" He trails a finger from cheekbone, down to jaw, thumb clasping at his chin softly, nudging his head first to one side, then the other, watching as the cherry lips shine like dew in the sunlight. Eyes sweeping up and down Yoongi again, NJ leans over and lifts one arm experimentally, almost dropping it when he realizes he's entirely dead weight. "Fuck" he whispers, to no one in particular. Yoongi sucks his tongue to try and keep from smiling. This is like a game... Can he pull this off? Can he really be a living, breathing doll? He has his doubts, this is all new and entirely different to anything he's had interest in before. His chest swells proverbially, as he realizes he's grateful, so so grateful, that NJ is being understanding. Indulging him, even. It's clear he's out of his element too. The arm is gently placed above his head, elbow adjusted to be bent more comfortably. Leaning over Yoongi's body, NJ joins the other arm above his head as well, delicately crossing the hands at the wrist.

Feeling mischievous, he tests how poseable Yoongi is, angling the wrists and adjusting the fingers individually to create a soft and graceful shape. Like a dancer pointing their middle finger and splaying the others. He smiles and turns back to Yoongi's still body. The nightshirt has lifted to fully expose Yoongi's briefs and a hint of a happy trail just above the waistband. NJ's eyes blow wide and he looks back to Yoongi's face nervously. Busying himself, he turns Yoongi's head towards him, chin down so his eyes look wider. As he leans forward to adjust Yoongi's hair with his fingers, he presses a soft kiss to his forehead.

"Pretty doll, doing so good and laying here for me to play with you."

Yoongi's eyes darken, chest heaving suddenly as arousal shoots through his body.

NJ turns his back to Yoongi's face, sliding his hands to smooth the nightshirt, and then trail down to his thighs. Thin, pale, but soft around the edges, NJ thinks they're absolutely perfect. He pulls one up and bends it at the knee, then the ankle, letting the toes relax in a ballet-looking pose. One that conveniently left very good access between Yoongi's legs, which NJ promptly filled with his heavy weight. With his chin tilted, Yoongi was grateful to get to see some part of what NJ was doing. If NJ had left his head alone, he would miss the look as NJ licked his lips before pressing them against his thigh. Instinctively, Yoongi's legs clenched and shuddered at the contact, but he took a deep breath through his nose and fought the urges to shift around. Even when NJ's ministrations went the wrong direction, down his leg instead of up it, Yoongi's body was aflame as it fought the urges to move and jerk away. Sometimes it tickled, other times he was just so.... HOT. Like NJ's touch was hell-fire incarnate.

When he reached his feet, NJ finally glanced back to Yoongi's eyes, slowly lifting one delicate foot by the ankle to his mouth. It was the straight leg, not the bent one, so lifting it as such exposed Yoongi even more. NJ's plush lips were hot on Yoongi's ankle, then cool as his tongue flicked out to taste the skin on the top of his foot. His tongue gradually grew bolder, lingering here and licking a hot stripe there. His hands held the weight of Yoongi's leg at the heel and back of the knee, fingers firm and soft. He held Yoongi like he was genuinely made of Porcelain, and he hummed softly in pleasure. The smirk on NJ's face belayed that he heard it, and his ministrations increased in vigor. Now he was making a show of tasting every inch of skin he could reach.

"Mm. Wish I had some pretty things to dangle here. A pretty doll like this should have little trinkets, no?" He trailed his fingers around Yoongi's ankle, a light and tantalizing touch.

Pressing a kiss there, his fingers then ghosted to Yoongi's delicate toes. Feather touches down each one, chased with a soft kiss of thick lips.

"Little rings here, to shimmer like your pretty doll lips"

Yoongi's groan was entirely involuntary, as was his heaving chest.

NJ chuckled, voice low and heady with arousal. "Hmhm... Dolls have voices now?"

"Fuck yo-ou" Yoongi gritted through parted lips, letting his eyes fall closed briefly.

"Don't like? Should I stop or..."

Eyes shooting open, Yoongi's tongue darted out to taste the cherry on his lips, "Don't you dare, please god... You're just... you're so..."

"So what?" NJ did pause his actions, tilting his head at Yoongi. "So what Yoongi?"

Yoongi's head dipped a bit more to better meet NJ's gaze as he answered, albeit softly.

"So good at this... How do you know exactly what to say?"

Cheeks dimpling as he thought about it, NJ shrugged and slowly flicked a tongue out to Yoongi's first toe.

"Dunno really just... sounds right I guess?"

"Right hooooow?" Yoongi moaned mid-sentence as NJ's hot, wet mouth wrapped around his entire toe, tongue swirling around and underneath. His chuckle vibrated, tickling Yoongi into a fit of laughter that he had to clench his body to keep from wiggling away.

"Mmm" NJ hummed, whether in response or in pleasure, Yoongi couldn't tell. He shifted to another toe, tongue dancing around them all, weaving between & over & under.

Retreating a bit, NJ pressed firm kisses on each toe before setting the foot down and crawling up between Yoongi's bent knees. His fingers gently slid Yoongi's briefs down to his thighs, tight against his crooked legs. As Yoongi's erection was revealed, both of them gasped softly. The head was angry violet, and shimmering, almost as shiny as Yoongi's cherry lips.

"A pretty doll cock too? ... Fuck, Hyung"

Yoongi whimpered and his cock twitched in appreciation of the comments. He clenched his eyes tightly, willing himself to count to 10 frontways and backways to keep still. This would be a terrible idea, as NJ chose to give no warning before moving up to straddle Yoongi's hips, his own sleep pants pulled low to let his cock slide against the pre-cum slicked doll cock beneath him. Yoongi's breath immediately hitched, eyes wide open, darting from NJ's face to their arousals pressed firmly against Yoongi's belly. As NJ gently rutted them together, one hand holding his pants at bay, Yoongi whined high in his throat. The sight of NJ on top of his still body, rutting their cocks together so softly, delicately, like he might break him if he went too hard, was so hot. Yoongi's breath was already erratic, limbs tingling in pleasure. His head was starting to drift, hot and fuzzy. Like when you crook your neck at a weird angle, and your neck and scalp start to tingle. The sounds of the room dimmed, but the sounds of their joined breaths was louder.

Yoongi's whole mental capacity had zeroed in on the two of them, the pleasure radiating out from his core as NJ single-mindedly brought them both closer to the edge.

Namjoon had been staring at their mingling cocks for a few minutes, but when he finally looked up he blushed as he realized Yoongi was watching him with a gaze heavy and dark, full of desire. He glanced up and leaned forward suddenly, dragging one of Yoongi's arms down; Yoongi belatedly remembering to drop the weight and not assist. Namjoon smiled softly and brought it down to Yoongi's belly. With one hand, Namjoon raised their joined cocks to Yoongi's held limb, carefully pressing the limp fingers firmly around the top of their shafts as his own hand held them up from the underside. Meeting Yoongi's gaze again, he rocked his hips gently forward again, relishing how hot and firm the pressure was. A wicked glint in his eye, he glanced down and pursed his lips.
Yoongi almost frowned in confusion, until he watched a slow trail of spit fall... lower, lower, until it dribbled cold against their hands. Again, another glob of spit, this time hanging off of Namjoon's dangling tongue.

"Ffffuck Namjoon-ah" Yoongi couldn't help but verbalize his pleasure, eyes rolling in his head. The heat, the slick, the pressure, everything was building and building.

"Think you can cum for me, doll?"

"Nnnngg" Yoongi groaned.

Namjoon paused, adjusting their lengths so that Yoongi's cock-head would face Namjoon's body and vice versa. From here, when he rocked again, their sensitive tips would be met with the resistance of a firm stomach with each glide. Yoongi's hips began to buck softly, legs quaking as he tried (and failed) to keep still. Spitting again, Namjoon tightened his hand on them and picked up the pace slightly.

"Pretty doll... Soft, and pink, and so fucking pretty... Gonna be even prettier when we cum, aren't you doll? All this white to cover your beautiful white skin..."

Yoongi was whimpering now, lips nearly licked clean of cherry lube as he chased the icy flames that licked his body from the inside. Namjoon eagerly bent down to lick at his lips, stealing the last of the cherry for himself.

"Mmm taste so good too doll."

"NNng" Yoongi groaned, then gasped, body jerking as he lay on the edge of cumming. Namjoon could feel his cock getting as hard as steel and nudged him over the edge with whispered breath on his lips.

"Cum for me doll... Wanna watch that pretty doll cock break all over me"

"NnnNamjoon-AHHH" Yoongi's body violently jerked beneath his weight, head thrown back hard against the pillow, hair splayed like a halo around him. His beautiful cheeks were flaming pink, lashes fluttering closed. Jerking backwards as his own orgasm neared, Namjoon worked his hand rapidly over his own cock. Just as he felt the edge, he jerked Yoongi's head forward by the nape so he could watch as his own cum shot hard across Yoongi's chest. When they were both spent Namjoon gently grasped Yoongi's hands & trailed them down through their mess, playing with their cum vicariously. He wondered briefly what it felt like for Yoongi. To have your own body used by, for, and through, someone else. Giving full control like that.
'Mm...' he thought to himself before turning to the side to spoon the living porcelain MinDoll.

"Mmm.....EunGi?"

"Mm?"

"Sleep for now, yeah?"

"Mm."

"Then... we talk? About... this?"

"...Mm... Should, yeah."

"And then...?"

"And then?" Yoongi quirked a brow at Namjoon's hopeful face.

"Then... shopping?"

Blushing, Yoongi laughed and looked away. "Pft... I guess so but you really don't have to..."

"Mm... I know. Wanna though. Wanna... See you dolled up. Like, really...."

They both grunted in acknowledgement, before drifting into a contented nap.

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They woke towards the middle of the evening, their nap longer than expected but restorative. Namjoon was the first to rise, pecking a soft kiss to Yoongi's nose before mumbling 'shower' and slipping out. Yoongi stretched his limbs & watched as Namjoon gathered himself and left the room. When the distant sound of streaming water echoed into the room, Yoongi slid the blanket off & made his way to his desk, plopping into the seat. His appearance was disheveled to say the least, hair standing on many ends and bouncing with each movement. He shook his head in amusement. Pulling out his laptop and pressing the power button, Yoongi hummed to himself a melancholic melody that had echoed in his dream during the night. His body rocked gently side to side as he hummed, head leading the movements to the tune.

Poet (Music Box) | Invadable Harmony

Yoongi stared at the search tab for a few moments before typing in a phrase.

'Living dolls' - The search returned nothing useful to him, just some American show from the 90s. He backspaced and tried again.

'To be a doll'

Better. Now he got useful tips like hair and skin care, how 'doll' was used in slang. Curious, he clicked around to read some of these entries.

'Aish, Choi really thought this was a compliment to a lady uh?' He shook his head and clicked the search bar again, fingers hovering.

'To be a doll'

Yoongi stared at the term, so close to what he wanted to know. Inhaling to steady his nerves, he tapped the space bar to add to the search term.

'To be a doll during sex'

Exhaling, he smacked the enter key loud enough to echo softly against the walls. His eyes widened as he scanned this result page. Some things about having sex WITH dolls, which he clearly wasn't interested in, but then one result...

'Dollification'

Yoongi's heart stuttered, finger shifting the cursor slowly to the hyperlink.

His eyes widened softly as key words across the page leapt out to him.

'Living doll' 'dressed prettily' 'submissive via Doll Manipulation'

He opened a new tab and typed a new search term quickly.

'Dollification tutorial'

A video kicked back, and Yoongi watched as different kinds of dolls were showcased. He saw marionette dolls, jointed dolls, latex-covered plastic-type dolls. His pulse was quickly accelerating as he watched these dolls be dressed, posed, even just looked at. He backed up to the result page again, clicking a blog post, and leaned forward in awe as a step-by-step instruction was listed for 'dollification newbies' on how to put makeup on to accentuate natural doll-like features, and create the ones you don't have. Yoongi jumped up and ran to his bookshelf, grabbing a random notepad and tearing a page off, dashing back to start writing down the products she listed. His blush was hard to contain as he thought eagerly of all these things he could have. He was so enthralled, he didn't hear the shower stop. Or Namjoon return to poke a head in to the room to check on him. He didn't smell the coffee that brewed until Namjoon's hand reached in front of him with a mug and pushed it onto the desk.

"Oh!" He startled slightly, bitten lips pink and aggravated.

Namjoon gently push a thumb to them, murmuring softly, "Shouldn't do that Yoons"

Yoongi only grunted, reaching to sip the coffee. He hummed in contentment as the fresh heat warmed his fingertips.

"Dollification... Is that what this is?" Namjoon asked, leaning in to read the page.

Yoongi nodded, dandelion hair wobbling comically, in affirmation.

"Mm, seems so. There are so many kinds of dolls, look!" he switched tabs and clicked replay on the kink video he'd found.

When he turned to look at Namjoon's reaction, he huffed out a giggle.

"Don't worry Namjoon-ah, some of these are definitely not for me either."

"Oh?"

Namjoon raised a brow and sagged his shoulders in relief when Yoongi nodded.

"Oh thank god. I'm all for people doing... you know whatever but some of these..." He pursed his lips. "Not for me, I think."

Yoongi giggled again, and clicked back to the tutorial page. "I think... I think I like a mix of two. I really want to be posed, that was..." He trailed off and his eyes went glassy.

Namjoon chuckled beside him. "Was...?"

"Amazing" Yoongi concluded, continuing, "Amazing but also when you uh... When you called me Porcelain? That.. I really liked that. Made me feel like my pale skin was... pretty. Made me feel pretty."

A finger stroked Yoongi's cheek softly, and he leaned into it as Namjoon replied.

"Yoongi you ARE pretty. I know we're just roommates, but like... You're SO fucking pretty okay? And your pale skin is ALSO pretty."

Yoongi's head dipped, and his face fell slightly as he remembered comments his exes had made. Comments that seemed so small, but kept snowballing right into Yoongi's heart.

🚨 cw// past trauma, verbal degradation without consent🚨

'You're so pale, do you even go outside?'
'You should get some sun, you'll blind someone.'
'If only you put a little colour on, you'd look so cute'
'Why are you so pasty? Is there something wrong with you?'

He hummed a defeated little hum, low in his throat, causing Namjoon to frown.

Reaching up to clap the laptop closed, Namjoon quickly pulled Yoongi to his feet and tugged towards the bathroom.

"Okay. Here's the plan Yoons. Get your butt in there, scrub yourself down and soak in that nice hot water. I'm gonna make some dinner, and we're gonna go see what shops are open this late okay? It's evening, but there should still be a few. We're gonna go SHOPPINGGG~"

When Yoongi pouted, Namjoon shook his head and pushed him into the bathroom before closing the door.

"SHOWER. FOOD. SHOPPING. IT'S HAPPENING"

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As soon as Yoongi stepped out of the bathroom, steam billowing out from behind him, he knew something was wrong. Horribly, terribly, charringly wrong.

"Namjoon-ah??" He jogged down the hallway and peered into the kitchen with concern etched all over his face.

The scene that met him was... well, it should have been expected really, as his roommate is notoriously not a cook .

The kitchen was thick with smoky fog, dense and sticky. Namjoon was frantic by the sink, holding a pan over it that was simultaneously smoking AND steaming.

"Namjoon-ah what HAPPENED what are you doing??"

Namjoon's wide eyes turned to Yoongi with smoke-induced tears welling, looking absolutely defeated.

"Hyung I-.... I'm sorry I don't know what I did"

"Start from the beginning" Yoongi said, approaching the pan and dunking it quickly under the water stream. Better to stop the smoke and steam, than worry about the pan warping.

"I just heated the pan, and then the recipe said to spray with cooking oil, so I did, but then I was cutting onions and when I turned around the pan was smoking and the stove was on fire, and-" Namjoon pouted, genuine tears threatening his waterline. Yoongi brought his arm around Namjoon and hugged him close, rubbing a hand on his back.

"It's okay Joon-ah, probably just had the flame on a bit too high or something, it happens."

"Not to you" Namjoon pouted harder.

"I also don't try out new recipes, either, so I am never doing anything new or unfamiliar"

Namjoon smirked slightly, "Not in the kitchen at least"

Yoongi swatted a hand at him and turned around to fish a clean pan out of the cupboard. Nudging next to Namjoon they prepped the rest of the meal amidst the smoke, taking it out to the front step to eat in the fresh air.

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Stepping out of the taxi, the boys both looked around with lost expressions.

"Mm... so... "

"Where should-"

They spoke at the same time, laughing, as Namjoon gestured at Yoongi to go ahead.

"Well, you know, I'm kind of lost here too. But. Maybe we just walk and see what uh... Looks good?" he suggests.

Namjoon nods in agreement, and they set off down the surprisingly crowded shopping district, sun long since faded below the horizon. Now, shops were lit from within, bright white lights highlighting their goods. Namjoon gets lost in thought looking across the street for shops while Yoongi searches the side their on, and barely notices Yoongi has stopped. Turning, he comes back to Yoongi's side and follows his gaze. It's a simple shop, not flashy like the branded ones. There's no bustle in and out of teenagers, and that makes sense. These clothes are far more old fashioned. There's traditional hanboks, and lacy frilled pieces that are extremely over the top. Yoongi's eyes are stuck on a blushed tulle petticoat peeking under a black eyelet lace skirt.

"You wanna go in Yoons?"

Yoongi tears his eyes away, face flushing. "Uh, I mean. Should, right? Yeah, should..."

When he doesn't move, only stares at the outfit again, Namjoon brings an arm up to link with his at the elbow.

"But?"

"But.... 'm scared Namjoon-ah... Silly right?"

"Not at all. This is new and different. At least there's no stove for you to set on fire, right?"

They chuckle together, anxiety high. "Don't... Don't leave me okay Namjoon?"

Namjoon squeezes their arms tighter. "Not for a single second Hyung. We move as one."

This calms Yoongi enough to tentatively step forward and pull on the door, passing it to Namjoon so they can both enter. The bell jangles as a sweet vanilla air rushes to greet them. The store smells of sugar, vanilla, and a sweet peach scent, like a pie. It's oddly calming. Yoongi immediately drifts towards the skirt set in the window, spare hand tentatively reaching out to feel the fabric.

"Whoa" he says, eyes sparkling a little. "It's so... so soft..."

A voice pips up behind them, equal parts soft and deeper than the ocean. A curly-haired man stands there, tall and graceful, with a beautiful silk button up hanging loosely off his frame.

"That's because it's hand-made, and we personally source all raw materials to ensure the best quality possible. We never use shortcuts, or mass-produced fabrics, as we work one on one with a fellow-family owned textile business."
His hands gently fold in front of him as he bows, a dazzling boxy grin on his face.

"I am Kim Taehyung, please allow me to take care of you today."

Namjoon automatically jerked into a bow in response, dragging Yoongi with him as their arms stayed locked.

"Kim Namjoon, nice to meet you. And this is Yoongi."

Taehyung nodded at the introduction, turning to Yoongi to speak. "Are you also a Kim?"

Yoongi shook his head negative. "Min, sorry"

Chuckling, Taehyung's hair bounced and he winked. "Ah, well, we can't all be made of gold eh?" Reaching to the mannequin, Taehyung gently unclasped the skirt and petticoat from the display, and folded it over his arms. "Come along you two" he said, as he turned on his heel. Stunned, they stumbled to catch up with Taehyung's brisk pace through the store. He was like a cyclone, eyebrows high on his face in a strange expression that seemed to display an air of grandeur without feeling like he was looking down on them. Like indifferent confidence. After a few minutes of Taehyung's eyes roaming down Yoongi's body, and several garments pressed against him in pairs before piling onto Taehyung's crooked arm, they found themselves in the back of the store, in a little cubby with a semi-circle of floor length mirrors. A pedestal stood in the middle, which Taehyung gestured for Yoongi to stand on.

Yoongi hesitated, gripping Namjoon's arm, and tried to drag him up too. Taehyung clicked his tongue, the expression on his face briefly pouting. "Aht aht, boyfriend stays back doll, this is you and me time."

Namjoon felt his fingers tingle at how tight Yoongi tensed on his arm, eyes wide and face red. "I'm, ah, not his boyfriend actually. We're roommates... Also, maybe don't uh... Don't say that word?"

Taehyung properly frowned, hand on a hip. "Is he not...?"

Namjoon's eyes darted to Yoongi and back as he debated how much he should say. Deciding to leave it to Yoongi, he wrapped his spare hand around Yoongi's own and squeezed. "Up to you Yoons... This is all up to you okay?"

Yoongi nodded, breathing rapidly. "I... I've never..." His voice trailed off, mumbling something about 'First time' and 'scared'. Taehyung's face softened immediately as he stepped forward to embrace Yoongi.

Shooing Namjoon's hands away, untangling their arms with a surprisingly firm grip, Taehyung pulled Yoongi to the pedestal and leaned down to meet his eyes.

"Babe, look at me. I'm here to help, yeah? I'm sorry if I made an assumption, but I live with people that... Well, this is what they do, you know? This is what we all like to do, and I tend to get a little over eager about dressing up other dolls. I apologize."

Yoongi's eyes darted forward, breath hitching. "Other? Dolls?"

Taehyung giggled, teeth dazzling him in the widest most disarming smile he's ever seen.

"Yes!! I like to dress dolls, my soul-mate, platonic of course, is a doll himself and lets me make allll his outfits! You HAVE to meet him, he's literally the most beautiful-UGH his Owner is so lucky to have him I swear-"

As Taehyung rambled on, Yoongi found himself being stripped to his basics with Namjoon pointedly averting his gaze to the ceiling. Yoongi chuckled, lifting a hand to brace on Taehyung's shoulder as the blush petticoat and black skirt he saw were lifted up his legs and cinched around his waist. A black babydoll corset top with pink lace was fitted on his top half, silky ribbons tied to a neat bow just over the curve of his ass. Taehyung leaned back, arm still full of other outfits, and met Yoongi's gaze in the mirrors. "JJA JAAAAN What do we think?" Yoongi's eyes were glistening as he took in his appearance, unsure of what to say.

'I feel... so pretty... am I though? Could I be-' His eyes met Namjoon's, begging him to say something first. Namjoon nodded with a soft smile. "Well Yoons? Do you feel pretty?"

Nodding, a flush crept up Yoongi's neck. "Do I...?"

"Yes. Fuck yes." Namjoon replied immediately, cutting Yoongi's thoughts in two.

Turning to Taehyung, Yoongi's lip wobbled a little. "Can you... I um..."

"Hmm? What can I do for you babe?"

"I want to... I've never done any of this... Can you... dress me? Properly? Like a real-"

"You are a real doll. If you want to be one, that's it, there's no sign up sheet, no quiz, no government-sponsored approval process... If you want it, you are. And YES I would be THRILLED to get to dress you up for the first time!!"
Yoongi's shoulders pulled back as a little confidence was puffed into him from Taehyung's exuberance, and he nodded. "Right, yes. Yes I'd like that... Please" He added softly, fingers fidgeting with the lace on the skirt.

"So, what HAVE you done? Give me a starting point?"

"Mm... I..." Yoongi looked at Namjoon again, pleading with his eyes. Namjoon understood and rose quickly to join them.

"Ah, he uh... He dolled himself up a little yesterday. Made his face a little paler, eyes a little wider, and lips..."

Namjoon's eyes flicked down instinctively to Yoongi's pink lips, "His lips were red. Red and really really shiny"

Taehyung's face lit up in pure joy. "OH! OH my god yes, you beautiful thing yesss of COURSE!" He spun to his desk before spinning back, suddenly reminded he should actually clarify his assumptions for once, first. "Porcelain, right?"

Yoongi blushed and nodded, Namjoon speaking up again, "Visually yes. But he uh... still wants to be posed if that makes sense."

Curly hair bobbed in affirmation, and Taehyung was turned back to his desk, where a line of cosmetics were neatly placed. Dropping the clothes there, and filling his arms with sprays and brushes and palettes, Taehyung gestured with his head for them to follow him further back into the store. There, they found a beautiful white vanity in a room that looked like a set of some kind.

"Oh!" Yoongi gasped as he realized what it was, and Taehyung smiled slyly.

Namjoon, confused, furrowed his brows at Yoongi, who giggled as he answered the unspoken question. "It's a dollhouse room Joon-ah!"

Looking around, Namjoon's face showed the exact moment he made the same realization. "Oh! So it is!"

"Well, doll? Wanna take a seat?"

The only seat he could mean was a pure white velvet armchair in the middle of the room, so he sat there and waited, splaying out the skirt around his knees and crossing his ankles. Namjoon dragged a chair from the dressing room area to sit in, close to the door and out of the way, as he watched Taehyung literally doll Yoongi up. Pink and black stockings with a peeking kitten face were pulled up Yoongi's legs, pink silk garters brought up to hold them in place. They looked like little collars around the stocking-kitten's necks, complete with little bells. Blush pink lace frilled socks slide onto Yoongi's feet next, followed by black mary-jane shoes. Assorted pink bracelets were clasped onto Yoongi's delicate, pale wrists, and his hair was pulled and clipped and softly curled with a heatless curler. Earrings clipped to his ears, looking like black kittens with pink noses jumping through his lobes.

Namjoon couldn't see as Taehyung hunched to apply the makeup, but when he finally moved to the side Namjoon's brain short-circuited.

"Holy fuck..."

Yoongi blushed and jerked his head up, the sudden sound startling him. "W-what is it Joon-ah?"

"Shit... You... God you look so...."

"S-so... what?"

"Yes, Namjoon, he looks so what ?" Taehyung pushed with a smirk, stepping back to make sure Yoongi's eyeliner was even.

"Perfect. So... So perfect..." Namjoon moved forward and crouched on his knees in front of Yoongi, eyes taking in his appearance. The pale skin was even, and so so soft it looked like he had to hold his breath to keep from breaking it. Yoongi's cheeks were dusted, lips bright glistening red in the center and fading outwards to a delicate pink. Namjoon wanted so badly to taste, to see if this would taste of cherry too. Yoongi's eyes weren't wide open like Western dolls, but rather made to look enlarged by accentuating his monolids. He almost looked sleepy, if not for his eyes darting around between the other two men, clearly anxious.

Clearing his throat, Namjoon turned to Taehyung. "I know um... I know this is about him, but... if it's okay can I request just one thing? F-for uh... just one thing..."

Taehyung gestured at Yoongi with a hand, smiling softly. "Up to him"

Namjoon blushed and gently wrapped fingers around Yoongi's leg to lift it, thumbs caressing his ankle softly. Gaze returning up, he softly whispered, "Remember what I said?"

Yoongi nodded, his own face flushing scarlet. "Taehyung, do you have any ankle jewelry? Something maybe that sparkles?"

Nodding, Taehyung jumped up and returned with a little silver anklet, pink gems sparkling between little bells & charms. Wordlessly, he clasped it around Yoongi's ankle & grinned broadly as both men looked at it in awe.

Yoongi shook his ankle a bit, gummy smile lighting up the room with joy.

"Ahhh it's perfect Taehyung thank you thank you!"

Namjoon nodded, endeared, and stood back to admire Yoongi's full glory. Taehyung slipped him a piece of paper as they watched Yoongi admire himself in a little hand mirror.

"What's this?"

"My soul-mate's number. The doll from The Dollhouse? Ah, that's what we call our house. I'll explain later. Anyway, I think uh... If he is ok with it Yoongi should talk to him. They could be friends, Jimin could answer any questions he has about all this, you know, that kind of thing."

"Why're you not giving this to him?"

Taehyung smiled again, fondly, watching Yoongi jingle his ankle and wiggle his thighs to get all the bells to jangle.

"I don't have the heart to interrupt him, do you?"

Namjoon turned his gaze back as well, sighing. "Absolutely not" he replied, sliding his credit card over to Taehyung.

I Should Be So Lucky | Kylie Minogue

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When Taehyung returned, he placed a tray of tea and button cookies down for them all to eat. Namjoon had already shared the number with Yoongi, who held the paper between his fingers like it was made of precious gold. They stayed for several hours, well past the time Taehyung had locked up for the night, enjoying each other's company. Taehyung opens up about 'The Dollhouse', the beloved home he shares with his brother, his platonic soul-mate, and a few others. He explains that there is one full time Doll Owner, and one full time Doll, plus him and his brother. The Kim brothers, he explains, are technically both dress-makers but Taehyung does most of it. His brother prefers to cook and bake little doll-sized treats, occasionally filling in when Taehyung is particularly swamped. Spring, he explains, is a terrible and amazing time. His fingers are stubs by the time Cherry Blossom season is over. Laughter rings through the little doll-room, and promises are eagerly made to return and stay in very good touch as Yoongi's un-dollified and all his pretty little things are wrapped up in pretty little black packaging, tied with a pretty little blush pink bow.

No one says a thing as he opts to keep the makeup on, however.

Just like Yoongi doesn't point out that Namjoon can barely walk a straight line, looking at said makeup all the way home with half-hidden arousal tenting his pants the whole way.