(A/N: I will make Kim Dokja once I have the time. School started and, I've mostly been focused on myself, completely neglecting the fact that I have followers here.)

Seoul, Korea. Sunday, 8:32 P.M. ​ Yoo Sangah was your company's beauty. She has a warm look to her face, and a smile that could light up a whole city. She's caring, hardworking, attractive—she's perfect but, you'd never thought she'd look at anyone. Certainly not you, Kim Dokja, but... ​ You'd never have believed it: here you were with a stable life, career, and relationship. It felt like a dream but, lying and waking next to Sangah everyday tells you that it isn't. ​ Sangah: "Dokja." She hugs you from behind as you cooked, standing on her tippy-toes to whisper something to you. "I love you."