“But where are we going?” I ask as Seunghyun helps me pack a book bag full of water bottles and other necessities one might need for a giant hike.     

       “Somewhere I have always wanted to go,”     

       “Where is that?” I ask him, grabbing some chapstick and throwing it into the bag as well because God knows I always forget that and if we’re going on a hike then I should probably bring twelve just in case, right?   

       “It’s a surprise!” he chuckles excitedly and zippers up my bag. “There, that should do it I think. Now take this,” he says and gives me a small plastic bag.   

       “What is it?”    

       “Just open it!” he says with a smile on his face, turning around and grabbing his long black Saint Laurent jacket from my bed. He puts it on and it reaches right below his knees. The neckline is sharp and and draws my attention to his lovley neck and although its covered by a turtle neck I can still see how long it is. He looks so beautiful in these kinds of jackets. He buttons himself up and watches me pull a pair of gray gloves out from the bag and they match my jacket that he bought me for Christmas. I slide them on and the inside feels like…well I can’t tell you, because I have never touched something so soft.

     I release a loud sigh. “Seunghyun! These are amazing!”
     “Good! Now let’s go!” he exclaims and grabs my hand pulling me out of my room. We pass my mom in the kitchen and before we leave the house he stops to bid her goodbye and tell her we will be back by tomorrow. Tomorrow?! She of course is fine with it. He has her wrapped around his fingers.
     “Where are we going?” I say again but this time a bit more urgently, but I know he won’t tell me.
.               .               .          
     A two hour car ride and several “Where are you taking me?”’s later, I find myself being driven into New York City. The place is littered with people and I now know where it is that he is taking me. “We’re going to watch the ball dr-“
     “Yup!” he says excitedly as he reaches into a bag on the floor of the car and pulls out ear muffs to match my jacket and places them on my head. The drivers pulls over on the side of the street now. “I’m so excited! Are you? Have you ever done this before?” The words rush out of his mouth and if I didn’t know any better I would think he came to America for New Years and not for me. I can’t help the smile that develops now and he takes my face in his hands and gives me a firm but quick kiss on the lips before I can answer him. When he releases me I stare at him wide eyed forgetting that we aren’t in KOrea and this is okay to do.
     “No I haven-“
     “Cool! Let’s go!” and he takes my hand while opening his side of the door and helps pull me out. What a kid!
     He pulls me immediately to his side with a thud and wraps an arm around my waist, walking down the city street proudly and standing tall. We are surrounded by people and we are just another (well dressed) couple in the crowed. 
     “Are you sure this is okay?” I ask.
     “No ones going to recognize us here. There’s to many people, no ones looking,” he answers with a smile. 
     I can't help but nuzzle my head on his shoulder and squeeze his arm with both of mine in absolute adoration for the guy. 
     “Are you hungry?” he asks me.
     “Maybe, are you?”
     “You haven’t eaten anything in hours. Yes, you are hungry. Therefore, we will eat,” he declares and places one of his large gloved hands upon one of mine that is resting on his arm.
    .               .               .
     “I’m so full!” I announce, grasping at my stomach after an absolutely amazing meal at an obviously five star restaurant. “Thank you so much! Why are you so nice to me! I want to do things for you but you keep outdoing anything I can even dream of,” I say quietly. “Next time we go out for a meal, I’m treating,”
     “Nope!” He dismisses me. “I hope you have some more room in there,” he says, getting up from his seat and siting down in my booth, putting a hand on my tummy and rubbing it. “Do you like chocolate?” he inquires, looking me in the eyes with a boyish smile.
     “Yes, but-“
     The waiter comes over as if on cue. Seunghyun turns to him, his hand still on my stomach and says, “We’ll take one of those things you mentioned to me on the phone earlier,”
     “Yes, sir,” the waiter nods and walks away before I have a chance to protest. 
     “Why?” I cry and in response, he tickles my stomach with both hands now and I pray my body won’t betray me with something a bit embarrassing. Luckily he stops before it has a chance (probably because my knees banging against the bottom of our table was a bit loud for our surroundings) and he settles for draping an arm around my shoulders relaxing he back against the booth.
     He leans his head on mine and we both look out into the restaurant, observing. I see other couples who lo