Being one of the most beautiful dolls out in the market, Jung Taekwoon knew he had a ridiculously high value for a simple doll. A dream for all collectibles.
So, it was no surprise that he was gifted to the young daughter of one of the most richest enterprises in South Korea.
He was well taken care of, shoulder length ebony hair gently washed and brushed almost everyday, a silk blue ribbon used to tie his hair.
His porcelain skin was cleaned with a soft rag dampened in perfumed water. His joints were examined every Sunday for any squeaks or loose nails so Taekwoon considered himself pretty lucky.
That was until, Ravi arrived. Another doll that belonged to his owner's best friend. A lean doll with soft tanned ceramic skin and fiery red hair. Tattoos were inked onto his porcelain skin, each one speaking a different story.
Unlike Taekwoon, Kim Ravi had little scratches on his entire body. His hair was tousled and his joints at times squeaked.
The clothes Ravi wore were much more modern that Taekwoon's.
Taekwoon wore traditional clothing that dated back to the Joseon Era. The fabric was silk and of a gentle light blue. The legs were a silk cream white while the blue sleeves billowed out like a bell. His shoes were pointed toe shoes made from cloth and leather that matched his ebony hair.
Ravi's clothes were much more retro than his own. He wore dark blue, washed out ripped jeans, the fabric hugging his thighs and legs perfectly, exposing little parts of skin. Along with the Jeans, he wore a plain white shirt and a floral patterned bomber jacket. He wore brown timberlands to top it off perfectly.
He was an expensive doll, no doubt, but not as high valued as Taekwoon.
They couldn't be more different.
Taekwoon hated him.
They were always forced to acknowledge one another and although Taekwoon despised it with a burning passion, he allowed it for the sake of his owner.
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The two were once again made to sit together and "play nice" as their owners requested, while they catch up on daily events.
"You again.... To my unfortunate, I am forced to acknowledge your existence.." Taekwoon spoke through gritted teeth.
Taekwoon's speech was formal and traditional with his dialect but Ravi's speech was more relaxed and informal. Even through speech they contrasted greatly.
Ravi sighed. He didn't know why Taekwoon hated him so much. Maybe it was because he was so different from all the other dolls he had met.
He knew that he wasn't taken care of properly. Scratch marks were scattered among his skin and his joints were squeaky but each damage was a memory that he shared with his owner. He knew the story behind every single scratch.
"I honestly don't know why you don't like me. What did i do?" Ravi asked, swinging his legs.
They were sitting on the ledge of Taekwoon's doll house. A sleek traditional house with slanted roofs and wooden slide doors.
"Your presence itself is what bothers me. I wish you to be like the Eastern winds and just blow away...." Taekwoon answered coldly, turning away.
Ravi stood up and made his way downstairs. He closed the wooden door behind him and decided to go search for his owner.
That was his decided decision before he heard a panicked yelp, tone distressed and afraid.
Ravi turned around and froze when he sighted Taekwoon hanging off the ledge, delicate fingers gripping onto the ledge for dear life.
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