Summary:Starting a new life as a nanny was not easy. Moving to another country, running from your past, you certainly wasn’t expecting to look after a doll. But how challenging could it truly be?
You were happily chopping up some vegetables for the soup you were making when Malcolm entered the kitchen.
“Good morning, Y/N…Brahms.” He said with his usual cheery voice. You smiled.
“Good morning Malcolm.”
“I brought everything and the things you asked for. It’s your birthday?”
“Thank you.” You whipped your hands dry and turned to look at him. “Not today, but yes, it will be so I plan on baking a cake for us.”
“Oh great I love cakes!” you smiled but inside you didn’t.
“Do you want to go somewhere? For your birthday? We could go dancing or something.” He offered as he put all the groceries away.
“I don’t know.” You said as you looked at Brahms before looking back at him.
Malcolm was able to read the room, so he decided not to ask again.
Soon, Malcolm left and you were about to finish your soup, feed yourself and Brahms before you headed to the living room to let Brahms listen to music while you read a book.
You soon looked up at the clock. It was time for bed.
You grabbed Brahms and turned the music down.
“Let’s go to bed, I have a special story for you today.”
After telling a story your mother used to tell you, you kissed him before standing up and turning a couple lights off.
You then turned to him, looking at his porcelain face and empty glass eyes.
“I’ll never leave you, Brahms, I will not go with Malcolm or anyone else, they will have to drag me out of here and I’d still crawl back. I love you. Good night.” You said before leaving to take a nice warm bath and you headed off to bed.
You ignored yet another call from your friend before falling asleep. You just thought about how special Brahms truly was. A very special boy.
Every day went by the same usual way. You did your daily routine, getting Brahms breakfast, checking the mouse traps, you headed to the garden to have some tea with Brahms.
You baked your birthday cake, making sure to leave some for Brahms as well. You happily blew out your handles.
Then, a very bad storm arrived later that night. Wind and thunder scared even you a little.
So, after pulling Brahms to bed, you went to your room, but you couldn’t sleep.
The thunder kept you awake, so you decided to head back to Brahms’ room.
“I can’t sleep. Can we sleep together?” you asked as you got into the bed next to him and pulled him to your chest.
You fell asleep instantly.
The next day started as every single usual one, you started off with breakfast then you moved onto the garden you had to clean up the leaves from last night.
Later that evening as you entered the living room, you stopped in your tracks immediately as you saw none other than your abusive ex standing there.
“Jake what are you doing here? How did you find me?” the only thing that kept you calm was Brahms in your arms.
“Your little friend.”
“Emma…”
“Yes, she told me. So, I’m here to bring you back.”
Malcolm entered the room. They started to fight and all you could do was stand there and watch.
You didn’t want to intervene in their fight and from previous experiences you know better than two do anything.
Jake started to yell and throw things around, finally, he got so angry he got close to you and snatched Brahms out of your hands. your ears were ringing so you didn’t know what happened exactly but the one thing you did remember is when he smashed the dolls head against a table smashing it into millions of tiny pieces.
You watched with wide eyes, looking at Jake before the walls began to shriek.
The mirror shattered and you could make a figure out in the darkness.
“Brahms?” you softly asked as the man in the wall stepped out. He immediately attacked Jake, and you just stood there. Not moving an inch as you watched Jake getting his neck sliced.
When he was done, he stood up looking at you.
Now it all made sense.
The cold feeling of someone watching you, the feeling of someone standing right behind you or beside your bed as you were sleeping.
Now it all made sense. The rules, the loud music, the traps, the disappearance of your dress.
You looked at Jake then back up at the tall man in front of you.
“Y/N?” a child-like voice said and it took you some time to realize it was the giant of a man in front of you talking. He stepped closer to you.
He was supposed to smell gross, it would have made it easier for you to hate him for all this creepy stuff.
But he smelled like wood. It was comforting in a way.
He did what no one else could. Not the police or your friends, he killed the man who caused you so much pain.
“It-It’s time for bed Brahms.” you ended up saying. Your mind blank. “We will clean this up tomorrow.” you said pointing at Jake before you grabbed his hand and guided him up to his bedroom. Your mind was completely blank.
This man lived in the walls. watching you everything you did. Who knows what else he was doing.
And there you were, reading him a night story, kissing his porcelain mask before trying to leave.
But he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the bed with him, making you lay down as he cuddled to your chest.
You wanted to scream, cry or just do something.
But you didn’t.
You just laid there, looking at the ceiling as you listened to Brahms’ breathing.
You figured you’d sleep a little. Maybe tomorrow you will figure it out.
Yes, tomorrow, new day, new you with lots of ideas.
—
Well, that didn’t happen.
You woke up early, Brahms still holding onto you tight. Then, you woke him and made breakfast. It was weird to actually see him sit at the table and not the doll. He didn’t eat though. You figured he didn’t want to remove his mask and you didn’t push it.
Instead, you just ate your half.
Now, a lot of things made sense.
“They were never going to come back were they? Your parents I mean. They went crazy in here. And so, they left you. With me.” you said, although you didn’t expect an answer. He did give you a nod.
So, he realized it too.
“Why did you choose me? Your mother said you had quite a few nannies here.”
“Pretty.” is what he said with a child-like voice.
“Thank you. You don’t have to live in the walls. I’d prefer if you showered a bit more often and changed clothes. But this is your house Brahms, so do as you please. Malcolm will come tomorrow, so you better clean up the mess you made last night, I’ll help don’t worry."
You washed the dishes and as you did you looked out the window, at the backyard. You let out a long sigh. You made a mental note to call up Emma and thank her for giving you out to Jake like that. If it wasn’t for Brahms…
How could you be so calm? You lived in a house with a man in the walls watching you. His parents killed themselves to get away from him, but why? He was only a boy. Well, a full-blown man now, but still.
Your mind was racing with ideas, your head hurt as it screamed at you to run, get away, but you couldn’t Every time you looked at Brahms it just didn’t feel right to leave him.
So, you stayed, this was your life now. And instead of a doll, at least you had an actual person, so it felt less lonely, and creepy.
I swear, he just get finer every year! Our first international trip of 2022 was magic. ✨ There is nobody I’d rather experience life with. I’m my best self when I’m with you. Happy Birthday Angelō! All my love from Cancun/Tulum
I swear, he just get finer every year! Our first international trip of 2022 was magic. ✨ There is nobody I’d rather experience life with. I’m my best self when I’m with you. Happy Birthday Angelō! All my love from Cancun/Tulum
I swear, he just get finer every year! Our first international trip of 2022 was magic. ✨ There is nobody I’d rather experience life with. I’m my best self when I’m with you. Happy Birthday Angelō! All my love from Cancun/Tulum
Inspired by the yandere horror movie, The Boy. Here’s a short teaser because I might finish this one soon since I’m more than halfway done with writing it. I need to publish something to find motivation to write even more.
No guests in the house, that was the most important rule of all. It’s why you couldn’t invite Hoseok to stay over for dinner despite the man’s charming smile infesting your dreams.
The doll stares into your soul. There’s a gush of harsh wind rattling the windows and the sound of branches and dried leaves dragging along the patio floors. The wine swirls in your stomach like a pit of fire and with such heat your mind goes back to the time when your skin was scattered with blue and purple hues.
“I’m so lonely I could die,” you reach over and caress the doll’s tender porcelain cheeks. “I’m so lonely t-that…that I wish I were with him again. Even when he hurt me…”
You put your head on the doll’s lap, closing your eyes. Your body feels heavy, like lead, and you curl your head further into the doll’s lap. You can’t reopen your eyes, nor can you drag yourself away from the floor. Rich people’s wine sure is something else.
“Jungkook…” you murmur.
“I’m here…”
You’re falling, further and further into the darkness, the heaviness numbing the tips of your fingers and toes. You don’t even have the energy to roll your head away from the doll’s laps, its hardness probing the tender skin of your temples.
“Jungkook…” you whimper once more, inhaling a harsh breath as you fall even deeper into this dark, invisible hole.
“I’m here, noona.”
You crane your neck to the side at the voice, but you still can’t open your eyes. You feel as if your body is no longer your own.
“Jung…kook?”
An arm wraps around your waist and suddenly you’re floating.
“I’ll be good to you…if you’ll be good to me too…”
