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Kim Dokja has lived long enough.
He would finally rest on his birthday thats approaching in 1 week.
Sunday 15 February.
Before that inevitable day would arrived.
He allowed himself to do the things he’d never allowed himself to since he never had the time to do so.
So he handed in his resignation paper before finally going out to do things he wished to do!
Now, as the cold winter air brushed against his skin, Kim Dokja paused. His gaze wandered across the city, people bustling around.
‘I wonder what I should to…’ Kim Dokja wondered to himself. Before deciding to walk around.
For the first time in years, there was peace in his chest.
——
He wandered the streets aimlessly, somewhere along the way, he stumbled upon a small café tucked in an alley.
‘Tasty Chocolate Cakes!!!’
He stopped in his tracks, blinking at the sign hanging above a small café tucked in an alleyway. The enthusiasm in the sign, with its exclamation marks and cheerful lettering, felt oddly out of place in the otherwise quiet street.
‘I want some cake.’ he thought, almost on impulse.
Without thinking much, he stepped into the café, the small bell above the door jingling softly as he entered.
The place was cozy, dimly lit. The walls were lined with shelves of books, the scent of freshly baked goods filling the air.
He walked up to the counter where the display of cakes beckoned him.
It was a glass case filled with various pastries, but the chocolate cake stood out.
Rich, dark, and most importantly it looked delicious!
He stared at it for a moment, and then without a second thought, he pointed.
“I’ll have the whole cake.” He said, surprising even himself. The words slipped out before he could even think twice.
The barista, a young woman with a kind smile, looked at him for a second, clearly taken aback. "You... you mean the whole cake?" she asked, a slight laugh in her voice.
“Yes.” Kim Dokja replied, “The whole thing.”
She gave him a polite smile and nodded, quickly retrieving the cake. He could see her curiously eyeing him, but he didn’t care.
She put it on a plate, slid it over to him, and he carried it to a small table by the window, the entire cake sitting in front of him.
Kim Dokja picked up his fork, took a bite, and then another.
It’s really tasty.
——
Around him, a couple of young people sat at a table nearby, talking loudly and laughing.
“Holy shit, that ajhussi is demolishing that cake.” A girl with a ponytail hissed under her breath, her gaze flicking over to him.
“You’d do the same, you pig.” The boy with white hair shot back, not even looking up from his phone.
“What’d you call me, you emo chunni looking ass bastard?” she snapped back.
Their conversation was louder than necessary, but Kim Dokja didn’t mind. He was too focused on the cake to care
At the head of their table sat a man who could only be described as unfairly handsome.
His eyebrows seemed to have been drawn by an artist’s perfect stroke, his features sharp and symmetrical as if carved from stone. His eyes were deep, almost tragic, containing the weight of the world misfortune.
‘Wait…’
‘Why was I describing him like that!?!’
Suddenly, Kim Dokja lowered his fork. His gaze flickered toward the table, the words slipping out of his mouth without much thought.
“It’s good cake,” he said, voice flat. “Mind your business.”
The words hung in the air for a moment, but the couple of young people didn’t respond.
They just stared at him, then quickly turned back to each other, muttering under their breath.
Kim Dokja shrugged, turning his attention back to the cake.