Doll!Kyu drabble inspired by http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wek1pOnAqE0&feature=colike and @kanaxwk

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Kyuhyun's eyes might have wavered a bit when his slowly dying owner sat him down on the chair.

Here he was again. For the umpteenth time. Taking in the face of someone who had been taking care of him for years. Provided shelter and clothes and dusted him carefully. All the doll needed to do was sing. And he loved to sing.

It could be his last time for all he knew, although his owner had yet to say anything.

The old man smiled sadly as he patted away the invinsible dust on Kyuhyun's hair and fixed his collars. He then stepped behind the camera, preparing it.

Naturally, Kyuhyun's mouth opened as melodies poured out of him. Sad, sad melody. Dolls sang in accordance to how they felt, and now he just felt like crying. But dolls couldn't cry.

His dark eyes remained crystal clear as he stared straight into the camera. The flash lit up and Kyuhyun knew his photo would stay right beside the old man's deathbed. The old man would stare into it and wished he could hear him sing again, because he was too kind to keep Kyuhyun until his last breath.

"Your new owner will be here soon," the old man said and Kyuhyun went silent as his mechanical heart sank. His suspicion was confirmed. Part of him probably wished this old man would keep him and would leave him to rot. At least he didn't have to meet new owners, grow fond of them, then say goodbye again.

To be honest, he was tired. Being passed from one owner to another for decades now. Perhaps even more. It was easy to lose track of time when you're just a singing doll. That one person who will change his fate had yet to come and he had lost hope.

"I wish someone will love you, truly love you, and not as a doll," his creator, his loving father, his powerless father had said, laced with apology and guilt. His face was blurred to him now, buried under the memories of Kyuhyun's previous owners. "Only then you can become flesh and blood."

The door creaked open and his owner turned to greet the person who just walked in. Kyuhyun blinked, a bit surprised, if this person would be his owner. He was young, tall and dashingly handsome in his dark coat. His eyes went straight to Kyuhyun from the beginning, only giving a glance at the old man to greet him back.

"Hello, Kyuhyun," the man smiled. "My name is Choi Siwon and I will be your owner from today onwards."

Kyuhyun stared at him, wondering why the gears inside him whirred by themselves.

"I've been waiting for today since the first time I saw you," Siwon said again. "Can you sing for me?"

The doll obeyed, allowing the melody to flow naturally. But there was no more sadness. Only hope and... and... love?

Siwon smiled wider and leaned down, pressing his lips against Kyuhyun's, and this time, it weren't the gears that whirred inside him.

It was blood, running through his veins.

Something wet and warm ran down his cheeks and Siwon wiped them. "Don't cry," the tall man whispered. "I'm here now."

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