My boyfriend is Lee Min-ho

Chapter Twelve - I think I like you

"Where are we going?" I asked as I buckled up. A date with Lee Min-ho! I didn't really mind where we would be going. It could be some run-down shack for all I care.

"Well, first," he said. "We should go for dinner."

I turned sideways and looked at him. "Why are you always hungry?" I joked. It seemed that he was always bringing me to some food places. Did he think I was a glutton or did I look undernourished or something? I hoped not! I didn't want to be termed as a greedy pig!

He gave me a cute grin showing his beautiful white teeth. Oh my god, another trait to be envious of...

"Sorry," he said sheepishly. "I don't know why I'm forever hungry!"

"And you never get fat," I grumbled. "You must be a growing kid!"

He laughed before he gave his side of tummy a little pinch. "I do get fat," he pinched a little flab to show his fats. "See?"

"Oh come on!" I protested. "That's not even fats. It's skin!"

"I swear it's fats!" he insisted.

"Whatever," I pretended to ignore him as I folded my arms across my chest and pouted.

He laughed again. "Okay...," he said after he recovered. "Since it's a cold cold day, do you mind hotpot?"

I shook my head. "Not at all. I love hotpot!" I gave him a grin.

"Wonderful!"

We drove about an hour and the sky was slowly turning dark. Sun set earlier in the winter. I was still trying to adjust to the new weather. I wasn't used to long nights.

I had no idea where we were. We just kept traveling on this long straight road where there were hardly any street lamps. There were hardly any houses on both sides of the road too. And there weren't that many cars. The next car behind us was at least two kilometres away.

Finally, it seemed like we have arrived at our destination. He did a right turn into a small one-way lane and suddenly we just appeared at a small village. The bright little houses lit up like stars in the darkness of the night and soft music was playing from everywhere.

"Where are we?" I asked curiously as he had parked and was pulling up the hand brake.

"Honestly, I don't exactly know the name of this village," he admitted. "I chanced upon it once when I got lost. But you'll realise it's quite a popular place. Apparently many people know of this place."

"Would it be a problem for you?" I asked, concerned for his safety.

He smiled. "Don't worry. It's too dark for anyone to notice me." I followed him out of the car. It was really very cold outside. I could feel the icy wind even through the layers of my thermal protection. We walked up to a place called Kim Bong's Hotpot. Instead of entering through the main door, he walked me around to the back. He gave a little knock on the glass window.