"So you're going to make me do this, are you?"

Donghae drops a cushion on the floor. Sits on it. Puts his sketchbook beside him. A bag of snacks. Water bottle.

He folds his legs.

"You won't tell me, huh? You won't show me? I'll just watch you all night, then!"

The beautiful mannequin remains as is. Just a statue.

Yes. Donghae's crazy. But he knows it's him. It. This doll.

It happened again last night. It has been going on for over two weeks.

The kisses started two days after the mannequin came. He only asked Leeteuk one question about it.

"Anything interesting you want to share about this doll?"

Leeteuk laughed. "If you're scared, I'll give it to someone else."

Donghae said no. Hung up.

He's not giving away such a stunning piece of art. And he didn't ask anything else. Or anyone else. He's usually seen as the silly friend. It's more that he's sometimes absentminded. Thinking of things to draw. Characters. Stories. Whatever he's working on.

They could just turn this into a joke. Laugh at him. Come and see this kissing doll. Even thinking about it... it's all stupid. Donghae would laugh about it too.

But he is certain. It kisses him every night.

He's been keeping track of every little thing. For five days now. Everything. Everyone. Possible pranks. He even poked the mannequin with a needle. In case it was a person.

And there's nothing. There's nothing about himself. Others. He didn't take any medication. Any special food. Drink.

Nothing's changed for him.

He's kissed the pretty doll. Like a fool. Twenty times now. To be sure it feels the same.

And it does. The lips that kiss him... are softer. But the shape feels just like these. Plump like these.

Every time he opens his eyes... it's light. The mannequin is right where he left it. Even when he moves it around. Farther. Closer. He doesn't know when it kisses him. But Donghae seems to only opens his eyes... when the sun's up.

When the mannequin's back in its place.

Donghae stands back up. Kisses the mannequin again. It's as tall as him. A few centimeters taller, actually.

He touches its face. The jawline. It's... special. He's never seen such a combination of features. He kisses the lips again. Touches the mole on one cheek. Touches its bangs. Eyelids. The eyelashes.

He can't help it. He finds it incredible. As an artist. It's so detailed. So... unique. He'd think it was a real person... if he didn't feel the hardness of it. The coolness. The way it's still. Frozen. The way the needle broke when he poked it to check.

He's looked for a signature a few times. A name. A date. Near the neck. Hands. Hair. Under the white shirt. Bare feet. Black pants. Even the white briefs. But there's nothing underneath the mannequin's simple clothes. It's just... a very gorgeous slim body. Decorated with moles.

Donghae's been in awe. He must've spoken praises to it for hours. He sketches it every day. He sighs. Each time  At how beautiful it is.

"Yeah, I'm crazy," he says. To himself. To the mannequin. It doesn't matter. "But I need to know. Like, I ei