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Kim Dokja knew all of his friends love him.
He knew and he felt at ease whenever he was with them. They were wonderful people, and Kim Dokja loved them as much as they loved him. He felt lucky to have them in his life. Still, there was a problem.
Sometimes, when he's alone, he just couldn't feel loved.
He also didn't like to talk about his feelings, so whenever this happened, he never shared his thoughts with others. Instead, he tried to bear with it until the morning comes so he could put his feelings aside and act like nothing ever happened.
Nobody knew anything. They didn't even suspected.
They didn't know about the nights, when Kim Dokja was just too tired, or when he couldn't feel the love, or when he just straight up thought that he's worthless and didn't deserve anybody's love, or about the nights, when he just laid down and cry silently until he couldn't.
If they knew, they would've scolded him for hours, and made sure that he would never think about something like this ever again.
Yet, they didn't know, and Kim Dokja was too good at acting like nothing bothered him.