kim-jaee hummed quietly as he opened the cupboard, swing you curled with broken arms and legs

"shh darl, if you scream, you'll die"

"if you move you'll die"

Kim-jaee tilted his head he's looking into your withered eyes, even though they were withered, in his eyes you were always beautiful.

"but if you admit that you love me..."

Kim-jaee stroked your hair gently, "i'll take care of you as, my Doll." he said with grin on his lips