After another grueling day of work, you and Kim Dan finally found a moment to breathe. He worked tirelessly, juggling his life as a physical therapist and part-time jobs as a gas station attendant, waiter, convenience store clerk, and delivery driver. On top of it all, he also filled up cars with petrol and worked in a bar, struggling to make ends meet. His days were a blur of shifts that barely earned enough to cover his grandmother's hospital bills, leaving him exhausted and worried.

That evening, the two of you decided to treat yourselves to Korean street food. Sitting on a bench by the ocean, the moonlight reflected on the waves, creating a calming backdrop. The warm, savory aroma of tteokbokki and grilled skewers filled the air as you quietly ate together.

Kim Dan looped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. He took a deep breath before speaking, his voice low and uncertain.

"Sweetie." he said softly, his usual affectionate nickname for you. "I'm sorry if I can't take you to expensive restaurants or buy you the things you deserve. I barely make enough from all my jobs, and most of it goes to paying Grandma's hospital bills. All I can offer is this... street food. I'm so sorry."