Black Day

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The café you frequent is quiet and gloomy today, bitter singles sitting by themselves or with friends and drinking black coffee that they probably don't even enjoy. You're one of them too, although you admit that you quite enjoy black coffee, especially if there's no sugar in it. What's better than being a bitter single on Black Day with bitter black coffee?

You sit alone in your usual spot, black coffee comforting you while you think back to the call you had with your mother a while ago. She had asked you about your relationship status, pestering you about how she's getting older and she wants to see you with a boyfriend soon. You almost yelled at her when she compared you to a cousin your age, who's already married and pregnant with their first child.

The problem you have with dating is that despite society evolving, traditional standards around dating still seem to be relevant today. That life isn't important unless you find that perfect someone. As if you're living only to fall in love with someone, get married, and live happily ever after. And it sucks because as much as you're a hopeless romantic, you're also angry at how high everyone's standards are. How you're brought up to believe that romance is supposed to be a specific way. Dating becomes hard when fantasies don't mix well with reality.

So here you are, celebrating Black Day as a bitter single. Only this year, you're not joined with your friend Nari, who started dating Yoongi four months ago. This year, you truly feel alone and single on Black Day.

You continue to drink your coffee, looking out the window and watching those who pass by, dressed in all black. You can tell who's single and who's not today, just by the way that they're dressed. You wonder what Nari's doing today. Probably eating jjajangmyeon with her boyfriend.

You're too busy people-watching and being bitter that you don't notice someone walking toward you. When you hear the shuffling of a person taking a seat on the chair in front of you, you finally notice them.

When you recognise the person, your eyes widen.

It's him.

He smirks. "Fancy seeing you here again this year."

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