Luhan and his Dolls

2 weeks. It had been two weeks since Luhan had added another doll to his collection. His fingers constantly itched with the need to get his hands on someone new, his eyes constantly scanning groups of people for the prettiest one. Pulling himself from his bedroom floor he wondered around his eerily white house, muttering nonsense to himself. He could feel himself going insane. The need, the want for a new doll was making him sick.

The voices had already started invading his head, gradually getting louder as the days went on. They were easy to ignore at first, but Luhan found if he did that they would eventually take control of his actions too, while he helplessly looked on like a puppet. The voices yelled at him, urged him, pleaded with him to find someone new, the voices all overlapping until Luhan wasn't quite sure what they were saying anymore. It hurt.

"I will." he muttered, hoping it was enough to please his friends. It wasn't. It never was.

So Luhan did the only thing he could that would shut up the voices. Lifting his small, frail hands to his blonde locks, he gripped tightly before pulling with all the strength he could muster. He pulled until his hair was falling to the floor, he pulled until blood ran in a steady flow down his cheek. They were fading one by one, the weaker voices would never stay for long when he did this. The stronger ones. the meaner ones, however took a lot more. They took until Luhan felt himself getting weaker and weaker. Eventually, they did disappear, somewhere to the back of his mind where he wouldn't have to deal with them until later. He slumped down against the wall, a wide smile plastered on his face as he absorbed the silence, letting it wash over him in waves of pleasure. However, his mi...

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...he contrast was beautiful, he though, how Luhan’s pale ghost skin met with Jongin’s tanned, healthy skin. He didn’t break eye contact, knowing that it was the one thing that gave humans power.
“I don’t know Lu. This is really serious.” Resisting a snort Luhan rose to his feet, tugging Jongin in the direction of the bathroom giving him no time to protest.

He ran warm water, his mind finding peace in the sedative sound. Before he could even blink Jongin was at his side, dipping a cloth into the water and lightly dabbing Luhan’s head. They both got comfortable on the floor as Jongin continued to nurse Luhan’s “injured” head. Only then did Luhan see flaw to his plan, to have someone practically soak his hair like this made him shiver. It was cold. It was horrible. He was almost shocked when the deep voice that he loved so much interrupted him from his brooding thoughts.