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CHAPTER 3. "That 'That' Taste Then Grows."

It doesn't feel like it's in the new year, and it's in February. Right, Dokja's birth month.

I made plans to celebrate Dokja's birthday on February 14 and planned to express my feelings on that very day.

It took me a short time to prepare for it all, I needed a little struggle and persuaded some people to come along, make cakes, decorate the room, and so on.

I can actually buy a cake in the store and do not have to bother to make it myself, but I chose to make it myself because it tastes better to present my own homemade cake, I can cook too.

Then. once day H has arrived...

Dokja smiled so brightly as I surprised her with my homemade birthday cake decorated with cream cheese, and fresh-looking red strawberries on top.

Dokja let out the brightest smile she ever showed me.

My face flushed for a moment when I saw Dokja smiling to the point of showing her teeth. I admit, Kim Dokja looks more sweet with her smile.

"Thank you I said to ahjusshi, ahjumma, friends, and especially to Aluna." Dokja now calls me 'Aluna' because I feel familiar calling me by my real name. Dokja again showed off her beautiful smile to everyone who witnessed it.

After Dokja's birthday I celebrated on a small scale, with little effort to persuade both my parents and some friends to take part.

When the show was over and everyone was gathered in the living room, I took Dokja to my backyard when nightfall came to launch my final plan.

"...Kim Dokja "I said while holding Dokja's hand.

"Yes? What's up?" Wonderful followed. Dokja will understand if I mention his name completely, there must be something.

I remained silent unmoved as Dokja replied.

Ouch... I'm sure that Dokja is actually sensitive to my feelings, very sensitive instead. But deliberately waiting for me to express my feelings first. She may be afraid of rejection even though she knows that I will have the same feelings as her. He thinks too much.

Inevitably, I must declare it first.

I was willing to throw away all my prestige and pride that I did not give to just anyone. Remember, only to Dokja. K-I-M D-O-K-A. I spell his name in my heart.

When Dokja arrived to open her voice because I did not speak, I immediately cut her words.

"Kim Dokja, I like you-no, I loved you from the beginning. I've been watching you and secretly liked you until now. That's why I helped you when you were bullied, stupid." Not even Dokja had the chance to answer a word, I quickly resumed my dialogue.

"Do I look like I'm joking in love with you, do I look like I don't love you, Kim Dokja?" I continued suddenly that made Dokja surprised instead of playing.

Dokja's face is as red as a tomato. Like the beginning of our meeting.

Dokja started to open her mouth, this time she slightly hardened her tone, but still seemed soft.

"I love you too, I love you so much. I repeat, I very, very, very love you, Yeong– no, Aluna." Dokja looked me in the eye and then held both of my shoulders.

"You're the first person I've ever loved in this world."

"I've been holding it for a long time, too. But I can finally tell you now, that your eyes, your cheeks, your lips are so beautiful."

"Every time I see you, I fall in love again and again." Dokja began to close her lips to mine. I just shut up and closed my eyes. I was too confused what to do next.

Ah, naw. Our faces were so close, so close, I could see Dokja's pupils dilating as she looked into my eyes.

Before Dokja had time to launch the action, my father suddenly came to the backyard just as we were about to do an enzyme exchange scene between two living things– in short, a kiss.

Dokja and I kept our distance and went straight back to our starting position.

"What are you doing here with my daughter, Kim Dokja?" translate; "What are you doing here with my son, Kim Dokja?" Ask my dad fiercely.

I'm-I'm just watching the moon with her!" translate; "I-I-I just saw the moon with her!" Answer Dokja panic.

I grabbed Dokja's arm and walked over to my father.

"Oh God, Dad. You need to calm down first.." translate; "Oh, my God, Dad. Relax first..."

"I didn't do anything, not yet." I said to Dad by shrinking my tone at the end of the word so that it was not heard by Dad.

"Go in as soon as you're done, remember. Don't be weird, you're still in school!"

The mood-destroying father then left us both. The atmosphere then became quiet and awkward.

Dokja finally broke the silence between us. "So.. anu, would you.. dating?" He asked as if ignoring Dad's words, 'don't be weird.'

I chuckled then peeked at Dokja's cheek at a glance, and nodded then smiled warmly at him as if to say the answer was 'Yes, sure.'

***

I had to move.

As a result of my father and mother choosing to move to Japan because of Mommy's official duties, if you ask me what my mother's job is, that great woman is a Forensic Doctor. Right, the doctor's struggling with the bodies.

Yes, inevitably my father, who is an acute-level love slave, chose to move. About Dad's work? Huh! He has an assistant who follows him everywhere. It's only natural that Dad won't take a headache. The old man often thinks about his shares, although it seems he is an ambitious man but Dad is one who does not want to be dizzy or think long if everything is organized.

I was opposed, and reasoned to stay here with an assistant or a brother in Korea. But said the decision is absolute and can not be sued again, we and our family will follow Mother to Japan.

That day, I could only furrow my brows and look cynically at Father. The father who did not want to lose stared cynically back. My mother could only shut up, too dizzy to think of these two ridiculous humans.

A week before moving to Japan, I was out of school. Dokja wondered why I had not been there for a few days, she was worried that I had fallen ill for a week, and chose to visit me at home. I finally replied that I was moving to Japan. And sure enough, Dokja's reaction was shock.

Dokja hugged me tightly, as if if she let me go I would be lost to the earth and would never meet her. I returned his embrace, stroked Dokja's mane gently, and whispered, "I will always love you even if we are far away, Kim Dokja."

Instead of being calm, Dokja cried. I frantically held Dokja's cheeks with my hands, patted the two cheeks that were starting to turn red from her cries and said, "My dear, Dokja. What I did. gosh." So panicked, I was confused as to how, because this was the first time I saw her cry.

Dokja releases her embrace, starting to wipe away her snot and tears.

"Hiks. hiks! Promise me you'll always call me." Dokja said while crying like a child who was not bought candy by his mother.

"I promise." I smiled and tied my little finger to his.

Dokja hugged me tightly. I returned her embrace and kissed her forehead and cheeks many times, finally she stopped crying as well.

It did not feel like my day had come to Japan, precisely in Kyoto. Dokja took me to the airport, along the way Dokja continued to hold my hand tight until my hand felt sore.

When my flight schedule had arrived, I immediately said goodbye to him. Dokja hugged me as tightly as she could, grabbed my face and kissed my cheeks, then my lips. Right in front of the people at the airport at the time.

I'm still quiet not shaking.

My father who saw it was very anxious to immediately hit Dokja, but thank God immediately detained Mother. Remembering his youth with his father, he said.

My face then turned red, Dokja who saw that just smiled, gave me a small bag and waved at me. He said, "Take care of yourself, I love you."

I received the bag without a word and without thinking what was inside, I was very embarrassed. Damnit.

My mother chuckled then said, the redness of my face is already like boiled shrimp.

***

My plane took off right in Kyoto, Japan. In the afternoon because the journey took a bit far.

I took my foot out of the airport and was picked up by my father's Bugatti Veyron collection car stationed in Japan, this one Dad's car is a favorite because it's been a long time. I was escorted by Assistant Dad to take a quick break at a five-star hotel with a classic feel. Said his assistant, Dad and Mom went away for a while to take care of the moving files. And tomorrow I will be taken to my new home, a new place for me.

When I arrived in my room, I changed my clothes and put my whole body in bed.

I'm exhausted.

Then I stared at the ceiling of the room, remembering Dokja. I immediately searched my phone and looked for Dokja's contact and then thoughtlessly contacted her.

"...Huh hello? Aluna's? Have you arrived in kyoto?"

Dokja's voice sounded hoarse, like she was crying. Ah, I just remembered. Dokja would be a little whiny if it was about me.

"Hello, Dokja. I have arrived safely in Kyoto, now I am at the Hotel. I'm sorry I couldn't call you for a while."

"Thank God.. It's okay, the most important thing is your safety."

Again he sounded worried about me from his tone.

"Have you opened the bag I gave you?" Dokja said, switching the topic.

I just remembered what Dokja gave me at the airport, I asked him to wait a while and immediately looked for it and opened the contents. I was very surprised when I saw the contents, it was a necklace. Very beautiful gold necklace, beautifully engraved.

My eyes caught a star and a month on the necklace, I smiled when I realized it. Dokja symbolizes the moon and stars as symbols of our relationship.

But I wonder, where did the money she used to buy this necklace from?

I asked Dokja and she proudly replied that she worked so hard to get it just for me. He admitted to working part-time after school just to buy the necklace without my knowledge.

"That's all I do for you, so take good care of that necklace." Dokja said on the phone, I smiled at her and said what she said.