Eight Months

A Date

You glance out the window of your small apartment in Korea as you wait for your boyfriend. He'd messaged you earlier, asking if you wanted to have dinner with him. Of course, you'd said "Yes."

A car honks outside just as you'd decided to put your boots on. Throwing on your coat and hat, you grab your purse off the hook by the door and step outside.

December wind blasts into you, biting at your cheeks. You lock up your apartment before opening the door to your boyfriend's black Mercedes-Benz and sliding into the passenger seat.

"Hello, Y/N," Choi San says, giving your cheek a quick kiss as you buckle your seatbelt.

"So, where are we going to eat?" you ask him.

He grins, exposing perfectly white teeth, dimples flashing.

"You'll see," San says, pulling away from the curb.

You drive mostly in silence, observing the various shoppers coming to and from stores with bags in their arms, chattering happily, while others sip cups of coffee or hot cocoa at cafes, warming themselves up.

You debate badgering San into telling you where you're going, but you know it won't work. He's always one for surprises. You eventually pull into the parking lot of a restaurant known for its romantic dinners. You've been here only once before.

"A romantic candlelight dinner to celebrate our seven-month anniversary," San tells you after you'd parked.

"You really are the sweetest," you tell him.

He flashes his adorable yet incredibly handsome smile at you, again. Your heart can't help but flutter at this gorgeousness of a man.

You lock the car and head in, finding the table that San had previously reserved for you. You order a bowl of potato soup with bread while San orders tteokbokki, a popular dish in Korea.

You sit and munch on chips and salsa while you wait for your food, talking, smiling, and enjoying our celebratory date. San tells you all about his time with the guys while he was away, and you tell him all about work and just how much you'd missed him while he was gone.

San has a way of staring at you, that, when you'd first started dating, you found uncomfortable. But now, you'd gotten used to it. Love, pure, soft love for you always shines in his eyes every time he looks at you, making you feel special.

You finish your food and you stumble out of the restaurant, food-drunk. You lean on San for support, his arm wraps around you as you walk to the car.

"Thank you for dinner, San," you say.

Next to the car, he pulls you close to him and kisses your lips gently, smelling of tteokbokki and expensive cologne.

"You're welcome, Y/N," he says, kissing your forehead before letting you go. "There's still one more thing I have planned, though." He opens your car door for me. You pull out and start driving. "And it's another secret," he adds.

This time, San takes you to a plaza decorated with Christmas lights and vendors selling various things like hot chocolate, roasted nuts, blankets, jewelry, etcetera...

You park the car not far from the plaza and he takes your cold hand in his warm one as you walk down the sidewalk toward the twinkling lights.

"Would you rather have hot chocolate or coffee?" San asks you.

"Coffee," you reply.

There is a small coffee shop tucked between some closed stores. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafts out as a customer leaves, just as you're about to enter. You both order regular coffees with cream and sugar before continuing your walk towards the plaza, hand in hand.

"Are you enjoying our anniversary?" San asks.

"Yes, very much," you say.

You browse some of the booths, not buying anything but enjoying the sights with Christmas only a few weeks away.

Eventually, you make your way to the center of the plaza where a huge tree is covered in yellow blinking Christmas lights. It is a magnificent sight to see. You sit down on the stone wall encircling the tree, for a moment, sipping your coffee.

San pulls out his phone and stands up. "Excuse me, sir?" he says to a man, who'd just finished taking a picture of the tree. "Would you mind taking a picture of me and my girlfriend?" he asks, "It's our eight-month anniversary."

"Certainly," the man replies.

Before you know it, San's swept you up into a passionate kiss, his toned arms firmly around your waist as you wrap yours around his neck. You take a few more pictures smiling at the camera and posing.

"Thank you, sir," San says, taking his phone back. The elderly man nods as if to say "no problem."

"Well, my love," San says, turning back to you. "Are you ready to go home?"

Then, light flakes of snow suddenly begin to fall from the sky.

"It's snowing," you breathe, staring up into the inky sky.

"Happy eight months, Y/N," San tells you. 

San takes your hand and sweeps you into another kiss as the snow begins to fall faster. You pull away, laughing, and head back to your car.

Your special date to celebrate your eight-month anniversary officially over. Choi San is truly the best and most amazing boyfriend you could have ever asked for. <3

(P.S. I wrote this based on a dream I had. It literally was the Choi San in my dream and we did all of the things that occur in this short story. :D)