chapter two  the beginning             Years passed, Sojin is turning seventeen the following month. After the doll-part incident, Sojin has been very obsessed with her human sized dolls. She even spent some time to create them their own profiles — name, age, birthdate and everything else. She even bought them clothes to wear and just some other stuffs a human needs to survive with. Sojin opened her cupboard, 6 human sized dolls stood straight, staring into space. Those lifeless eyes, oh how she wished they were alive. The tought of them not being able to live, really does upsets her. I'll do anything for you to be alive. To be human. I will. She thought and frowned. She loved them more than anything, she'd do anything for them, no doubt.   Sojin wrote their profiles in a piece of paper and placed them on the dolls' front side of the shirt. She described everything about them, even how their voices would sound like. It's not that she have ever heard their voices, but after every dolls would be completed, she'd always dream of them. Dream of them, talking to her, telling her that they'll be able to see her soon, on one condition, the other has to get hurt; so it's either Sojin, or them. But being a little girl back then, she didn't mind. Let me introduce you, the six dolls ;   The first oldest one would be Hakyeon, Cha Hakyeon, was his name. N was his nickname. He was a tall man with a well built body. He's a bit tanner and shorter than the others. His fierce looking eyes and curved lips makes him look more attractive; according to Sojin. If they were a family, Hakyeon would be the perfect and lovingly father. He loves to sing and choreographs dances. The second doll, Jung Taekwoon, Leo was his nickname. He was a special doll to her. His eyes were mysterious but he has the voice of an angel. He has a milky white skin and a cute pink lips. He attracted her attention the most, out of the six dolls. Her eyes would sparkle everytime she looked at him. He was the definition of perfect. No one could be so mysterious but angelic at the same time. The third doll, Lee Jaehwan was his name. His features somehow reminds her of her dolls, you know, the boy version of Barbie? Ken. Therefore, Ken was his nickname. He was a doll with cute face — wide puppy eyes, plump pink lips, and a cute nose as well. He's just a very dreamy guy every girls would fall for; but not to Sojin, he's not. Unlike Leo's angelic voice, Ken has a strong and melodic voice. The fourth doll would be Wonsik, Kim Wonsik. His fierce gaze and straight lips gave him an eerie aura. But other than that, his hoarse voice was attractive enough to make girls fall for him. His handsome features; too bad, Sojin only had her eyes on Taekwoon. Wonsik somehow looks like an emotionless robot to her. What's a good name for robots, I guess it's Ravi, because that's what she call him. The fifth doll, Lee Hongbin. Sojin doesn't have a nickname for him, although sometimes she call him Red Beans, but still, she doesn't want to change that already cute name of him. Hongbin has wide and scary eyes. His lips were wide as well, oh how creepy of him if he ever smiles. Hongbin was like a bestfriend to her. Everytime she tells him the reason to why she's sad, his eyes would soften. Sojin found it creepy at first, a doll's eye could soften? But after quite sometime, she was used to it. The last doll, Han Sanghyuk, she call him Hyuk for short. He has a milky white skin, sharp jaws and beautiful eyes. His voice sounds y, in her opinion. Hyuk is a very silent person, he doesn't talk much, because he knows all the secret. He's a quiet liar, you can say.   Sojin was happy with her dolls, although they didn't do much. Just wait till my seventeenth birthday, I will make sure to grant my wish. She smirked. Everytime she thought of that, the expression on her dolls' face would change, you could tell that they were unhappy. Sojin doesn't care. They would appear in her dreams, saying that they weren't meant to be alive, but she doesn't listen. She wants them to be alive, she really does. But there is always a consequence for doing things that aren't meant to be done.                 Another month passed and it was soon her seventeenth birthda