Kim Min Seok aka Xiumin

Or how you shall now know him, number 14.

 

I used to have a name. I loved my name, it was the only thing that I actually appreciated about myself. Everything else caused nothing but hatred from my parents, never once having been told that they loved me. Which actually lead me to this place.

 

After a heated argument between me and my father, where I had been abused and verbally assaulted, I took a walk out in the pouring rain, not caring about my surroundings. Until a man dressed in black knocked me out and brought me here and next thing I knew, I was being trained to be a doll.

 

It's not all too bad I suppose. I mean at least now I will have someone to say they love me, even if it is just for my body, especially my ity.

 

I'm number fourteen with the horrible past but the plump and squeezable , how may I help you?