#enchanteddollireneia

[minwoo-ia]

Therapy-doll Joohyun was on point with her words and he liked when she spoke about being an ATM. Good for her, he thought to himself as he nodded with a smile and even snorted as she mentioned being a medal wife. He assumed she meant a trophy wife but did not correct her. Instead he took sips from his wine. Watching her amused, his lenses were brown but the red shone through slightly. Annoyed he took them out and discarded the lenses in a napkin and put it away. The people in the restaurant wouldn’t ask questions- he tipped well enough.

“He has mentioned you as well, he is fond of you.” and if people were good to his son it did a lot for him too. Even if he was picky with what people his son hung out with (ew, humans). Thank Lord Justice that Sanori had not made a werewolf friend yet because Minwoo would surely implode or combust if his son came home with a dog.

“Let’s stick to our current relationship, yes.” he did not think he was equipped to have a daughter just yet. He had a sister and that was already a lot of stress. She was a handful already and he worried about her constantly. His eyes softened as Joohyun mentioned that Sanori was sometimes lonely. He knew that his son came from a big family and that their house was big and empty.

“I used to cook dinner with my husband yes,” he said softly “and with my sister,” the one who died, not the one he adopted into his family. He realised he had a lot of ‘found family’ as they called it. While he lost a good bit of his actual family. That was something to think on later. “They both passed away.” he smiled at her.

“It’s like parts of me are missing.” Minwoo tried carefully. “Not even I can cheat death… twice.” he grimaced at the thought but there was a smile in there too. “Though I know that death doesn’t mean they’re gone. They are still around me, just invisible and untouchable.” His eyes flickered up to the sky- what an odd thing to do for a demon. “Your Namjoon is right, it is hard to talk about people who passed away. It makes their loss more real, you know?” He paused as he watched her eat. “Is it good?” the demon asked her as he felt the emptiness in his chest but then sighed and tried to not feel it.

“Have you never lost someone, Joohyun?”

Minwoo had about zero interest to see any of Joohyun’s holes or caverns. The arch-demon was not gay by default but preferred men and wildly preferred anything alive. Undead, re-animated, dead or in Joohyun’s case, artificial in some way were all on Minwoo’s ‘absolutely not’ list. He wouldn’t put it like that of course, always trying to be nice and breaking the stereotypes around demons and what-not. Though being a hateful, somewhat racist and especially judgemental son of an asshole in truth (his mother was as close to a saint as demonically possible, so he would throw his good for nothing father under the metaphorical bus).

“Yes, robot people indeed, they are made to look like people.” he explained and then frowned with a small amused smile. What was this girl even thinking? He did not know. “Don’t you take money from the men you perform for now and don’t give it back? In a way you already achieved your ATM-themed dreams.” he joked with a chuckle as he watched her amused. She was like an android in his eyes. Just powered by what he assumed was magic and the droids were powered by electronics and bits and bytes. He did not quite understand it fully but enough to not have much more respect to them than the microwave he gifted his son. Though, he had to admit, he was fond of some of his droids.

Like he was fond of Joohyun, too.

“They won’t hatch,” he assured her and added a few items to their order as the waiter came and took their orders. “There are fancier places, we will go there soon. It will be nice and you can wear pretty dresses and expensive jewellery.” he smiled and was excited about the prospect of showing off the pretty girl as if she was a new car or a brand-new suit. Even if he did put it like that, would Joohyun even care? He paid her well, he did not harm her and he was sure there were plenty of people who would see her much the same. “Sailors used to drink a lot, I think, so they have a better tolerance.”

Her chatter was nothing he didn’t like, it was nice to talk to her. Distracted him from work and everything that was going on.

“Forever is a long time.” he answered with a small smile and the question that followed made him pause even if he could have expected it. “I want to continue to grow my businesses and grow in power… Mostly I want my son to be safe and grow up well, I want him to find a partner or partners that treat him well and see him succeed. I never thought to be a parent again after-” he paused and shrugged “after I lost my husband, but I think Sanori is a gift from the universe I never deserved but still got. Now that I have him, I want to become worthy of his love and the privilege of having him as my son- even if I am just a few years older than him… Ah, there is the food!”

He had gotten unexpectedly emotional. What was with this doll? Was she like the therapy dolls they used?