There's No Changing Fate

(Ch.18; Final)

-Eighteen-

I watched Hyukjae adjust his bowtie in the full-length mirror and smile. "Do I look good, or do I look good?"

"You always do," I replied with a smile. "Tell me why we have to dress up all fancy? I hate dressing up."

"Well if we didn't, we'd look like a bunch of bums. We're going to the most elegant restaurant in Seoul."

"Yeah, you're right," I remarked as I fluffed my curly hair and smoothed out the tiny wrinkles on my dress.

"Let's go then. Our reservation is at 6. Don't forget your coat."

"It's the middle of September. I think I'll be fine."

"Well, take it. Just in case. I wouldn't want you to get a cold.

I blushed.

Hyukjae then proceeded to link our arms together tight as we walked to his car, determined on never letting go.

~

We sat down in a booth at the back of Samwon Garden. I glanced over at Hyukjae and he looked nervous.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"Y-yeah," he stuttered. "I've just never been here before, t-that's all."

I nodded and started browsing the menu.

~

I could tell the waitress that was serving us hated her job so much. It was bad enough she gave us an old bottle of wine from the back, - we only found out when we popped the cork and took a drink, only to realize it was months old- but now she refused to take our order and instead gave us the food the other chefs messed up on.

"I'd rather have Ryeowook's cooking," Hyukjae remarked.

"Then let's get out of here."

Hand in hand, Hyukjae and I walked out into the cold streets of Seoul.

"Wow, it is kinda cold."

"Here," Hyukjae whispered as he wrapped my coat around me.

"Thanks."

..

"Wait a minute.. Where's my car?"

I could tell that he was panicking inside. He must've thought this date was a disaster. I really didn't mind it. Being with him made the night worthwhile.

"I guess we're going to have to walk.."

~

It was only a few blocks down the road when I felt my feet cramp from my uncomfortable heels. The backs of them dug into my heel, and I could tell I'd have some very angry red marks in the morning.

Hyukjae noticed my struggle when I stumbled a little trying to cross a side street.

"Are you okay?" he asked, pushing me to the nearest bench so I could sit down.

"Yeah, it's just these heels keep hurting my feet. Every step feels like I'm walking on glass."

Hyukjae sighed and pulled me into his chest, covered by the thick material of his suit's jacket.

"I love you," he whispered just loud enough for me to hear it.

I smiled. "I love you, too."

~

My eyes fluttered open to the feel of Hyukjae nudging my arm and standing me up.

"I called a taxi," he told me in explanation.