Jinyoung lovingly runs his fingers trhough the tawny silk of Chansik's hair, cupping the young boy's smooth flawless cheek in one hand and then crouching down to drop a small fleeting kiss on his lips.

"Sleep well," he whispers. "Goodnight."

And then he's locking up for the night , wondering, as he trudges off to bed whether his neighbors were right, wondering if there really was something wrong with his head because he believes that there's a real person living inside the wax doll he's created, the wax doll with the innocent puppy eyes and the most blindingly bright smile he has ever seen, the wax doll he's decided to call Chansik, who was now sitting in the attic.