Me, Myself, and Jikook (Jikook Oneshots)

Dolls

Little Park Iseul loved all her dolls.  Every new place her daddy went, he would get her a new one for her toy box.  No doll was more loved than the beautiful little doll her father had gotten her when he traveled to Busan. 

He'd brought in the doll with sandy blonde hair and plump, full lips and hooded eyes and the moment he'd showed his daughter, she'd instantly fallen in love with it.  She named it Park Jimin. 

Every night Iseul would sleep holding her Jimin doll tightly.  She brought him everywhere she went and loved him fiercely.  But Iseul felt like her Jimin doll was sad being all alone.  Her father had bought her many dolls, but none quite like Jimin.  

Iseul would swear that she could feel the dolls small hands caress her cheek or pet her hair as she would fall sleep.  She would tell anyone who would listen that her Jimin doll would be found in different places or different poses than where she left him.  Little Iseul swore that Jimin would come to life any time he wasn't being watched.  And she swore that sometimes he looked lonely.

When her father went to Busan again on business, Iseul begged him for another doll like Jimin so that he wouldn't be so lonely.  Her father agreed and returned to the same shop he'd purchased Jimin to get another doll.

"These dolls are very special," the owner of the shop informed her father.  "These aren't like other dolls you've bought in other towns.  These dolls have heart.  They have life.  These dolls have personality."

"Yes," Iseul's father agreed. "They are very different. The craftsmanship alone is so unique.  They're more lifelike than other dolls.  My daughter is very fond of the last one I bought from you.  She said he's lonely, though, and needs a companion."

"I remember the doll I sold you," the elderly shop owner nodded.  "I know just the doll to accompany yours.  I made him just for the other.  I'm glad you've returned so I can unite them."

The shop owner handed Iseul's father a beautifully carved doll with dark hair and big, wide eyes.  The thinner lips were parted in a sweet smile that reminded the father of a bunny.

"It's cute," her father grinned.  "My daughter will love it."

"And so will her other doll.  He will never be lonely again.  This doll is the other's perfect match," the shop owner announced proudly.

When Iseul received the doll from her father she gasped and squealed and declared that Jimin would never have to feel alone again because he had a baby bunny to love him always now.  She named the new doll Jungkook and refused to take one without the other.

Each night when Iseul would sleep, she would hold her dolls in either arm, but when she would awake, the two dolls could be found holding each other instead.  Everyone told Iseul that she had surely just rolled over and left them in that position as she slept, but she knew different.

She knew that her two favorite dolls would find their way to each other always.  Though no one would believe her, she claimed that the two dolls were alive and that they were in love. 

As Iseul grew older and older, her love for the two dolls remained the same, and though she wouldn't tell anyone anymore, she knew that the two dolls were still in love.  Even into her adulthood, she brought them with her wherever she went and would find them in different positions and places than where she left them.

The first night that Iseul lived in an apartment by herself, she sat outside on her balcony hugging the dolls to her chest.  A shooting star blazed through the night sky overhead and she kissed each doll's head as she made a wish.

"I don't have any friends here, but at least I have you two.  If I could have anything in the world, I would wish for the two of you to be real so that you can be together and so that you could both be my friends," she whispered as she clenched the dolls tighter, a tear rolling down her cheek.