itsallaboutlixxie
Hyunjin thought Barbie was only a children's toy.
Until he met the real-life Ken in his mother's penthouse.
He glides through the marble dawn,
a quiet sun in pressed cotton,
brewing chamomile that steams like whispered confessions,
folding her grief into perfect pleats of silk.
He carries her loneliness the way dawn carries dew,
light, inevitable,
never spilling a drop.
He is hired to smooth the edges of a widow's day:
to plate figs so ripe they bruise the air with sweetness,
to drive the city at dusk with one hand on the wheel and the other on her pulse,
to listen until her silences bloom. .
Hyunjin calls it suspicion.
Suspicion tastes like velvet heat against the tongue.
_Sheen
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Story Cover : by me 😚