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embarrassed myself in front of a very cute girl today. she was so pretty and so nice!!! she came to our table to get our orders and immediately started complimenting my nose ring and telling me about how she wants to get her septum pierced too, and liked my shirt and my entire outfit.

and i was being so cool about it for a total of 2.5 seconds until she asked "are you two together?"

and of course my brain didn't realize she was asking if the check was together or separate and i stared at her for the longest time before i answered, "um, no, thats my mom."

she was so nice about it thankfully and laughed and said thats exactly how she would've taken the question. i think she was being VERY kind cause i was so embarrassed and was covering my beet-red face with my hands.

clearly any brain cells i have evaporates in front of pretty nice girls.

Tinn and Gun are lucky enough not to disagree on much, despite how different they acknowledge that they are. But oddly enough, a decently common subject of debate between them was which actual day they first started dating.

Tinn had insisted that they didn’t start properly, officially, fully and indisputably dating until after the Hot Wave competition. And Gun would scoff and say they were definitely boyfriends well before that point – as early as that beach trip in high school. Tinn would bring up the club rule, and Gun would bring up telling Sound, and the conversation would devolve until they were both passionately (affectionately) dissecting ‘talking stages’ and which specific outings counted as ‘dates’… and they would inevitably fail to come to a consensus. But it didn’t bother them much, ultimately, nor did it really seem to matter.

That is, until one of Tinn’s Faculty of Medicine friends asks about their anniversary, and Tinn’s plans for it. And Tinn realizes, with a sudden jolt, that it’s already been more than a year since their beach trip.

He’s missed it, unthinkingly.

He’s a little surprised by the twinge of guilt and regret this realization brings with it – Tinn feels in his heart that Gun deserves to be celebrated, and any chance to spoil Gun is a chance Tinn is eager to take. It would actually be a shame if he didn’t seize the opportunity to plan something extravagant, and properly mark the first year they’ve been together.

So he starts planning the absolute best, most perfect anniversary date possible for Gun and himself, and tells Gun to clear his schedule for the weekend of this year’s Hot Wave.

---

Tinn tells Gun’s mom the overall gist of his plans for their anniversary date, so that she doesn’t worry when her son is gone all day. He tells Gun very little, wanting it to be a surprise. Gun feigns casual disinterest, but Tinn catches him trying to peek inside the bag Tinn packs for their trip, so he tickles Gun mercilessly as a distraction.

When the day arrives, Gun shows up early outside Tinn’s door. “I was too excited,” he grins in the hallway.

“Me too,” Tinn agrees. He pulls Gun into his dorm room, and closes the door. “Happy anniversary!” Tinn flings his arms wide for a hug, which Gun accepts.

“Oho, is it our anniversary?” Gun teases, over Tinn’s shoulder. “I thought it was just the weekend of Hot Wave. Surely we’ve been boyfriends for longer than a year already...”

Tinn rolls his eyes, and presses a kiss to Gun’s cheek.

Gun pulls back, and strikes a pose. “Do you like this outfit?” Gun smirks. “You picked it out, after all.”

Tinn takes in Gun’s ensemble – a short-sleeved pink cotton button-down (that Tinn ironed), with some nice khaki shorts, and his familiar Converse on his feet. It should be comfortable enough, but still nice for pictures. It’s also a great color on Gun.

“Of course I like it,” he says, smirking back and reaching for Gun’s hand. “Look who’s wearing it.”

Gun blushes, ducking his head, and Tinn knows he’s going to love making Gun blush all day long.

“Let’s go,” says Gun, squeezing Tinn’s fingers. “I can’t wait anymore. Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” Tinn nods happily. “Let’s go.”

---

Tinn drives them, one hand on the wheel and one hand holding Gun’s the whole way to their first stop of the day. Gun’s questions become increasingly enthusiastic as he realizes they are navigating back to their hometown, and as more and more familiar spots pass them by.

Tinn just smirks, and keeps his eyes on the road.

When they finally turn down the street for their first stop, Tinn says, “We’re very close now. Can you guess?”

Gun grins, and shakes his head. “Tell me.”

“Do you remember the folk music contest? From our last year of high school?” Tinn glances at Gun, before returning his gaze to the road.

Tinn hears Gun’s intake of breath. “The Tao Ngoi Temple?”

Tinn smiles widely. “I figured we should go make merit in a place that is special for both of us.” He glances over, to catch the realization dawning over Gun’s face. “It’s an important day, you know.”

“Tinn!” Gun takes Tinn’s free hand in both of his own, squeezing Tinn’s fingers. “What a lovely thought,” he says, and Tinn feels Gun’s eyes on him, hears the delight in his voice.

Tinn pulls into the temple parking, and frowns. There’s a big sign outside.

“Closed for renovation?” reads Gun. He looks at Tinn, questioning.

“...Ah,” says Tinn, stymied. “The website didn’t, um… huh. Hm.” He looks at Gun, helpless, for the moment.

Gun reads the sign once more, and then shakes his head and waves his other hand dismissively. “No problem,” he says, pulling out his phone. “We can still make merit, we’ll just... go somewhere else. I’m sure there’s another temple nearby.” He taps into a search engine and starts looking.

Tinn tries not to let his disappointment show, and smiles instead at his boyfriend’s resourcefulness. “Of course,” he says. “No problem.”

“Okay, this one – it should be open today,” says the singer. Gun pulls up a navigation app and starts telling Tinn where to go.

Not ideal... but the rest of today should be perfect, Tinn thinks to himself. He pulls out of the parking lot and heads back out onto the street.

---

The detour to a different first location means that they arrive for their second stop later than Tinn planned, but at least he’s certain this one is open and ready for them. Tinn bought the tickets in advance.

“The same aquarium from high school too,” grins Gun, as they hop out of the car and begin walking to the entrance together.

“It’s nostalgic,” says Tinn.

“It’s cheesy,” Gun corrects, but his fingers entwine with Tinn’s the second his hand beckons.

“Well, I have good memories from this place,” says Tinn, gently. “Do you?”

Gun’s ears start to redden. “I do,” he admits. Mischief sparkles in his eyes. “You want to see more sharks, huh?” He leans in. “I hear they like to bite.”

Tinn blushes, and doesn’t reply.

They spend a lovely couple of hours wandering the exhibits together. The many colorful marine animals provide a delightful backdrop for snapping photos of each other and stealing cheek kisses. Tinn marvels how nice it is not to have to hide anything this time around, or pretend they aren’t together. He holds Gun’s hand openly and tries every line he can think of, just to see Gun’s reaction.

“Look, Gun – it says here that the octopus has three hearts. I used to have one heart, but now it belongs to you only.”

Gun, who was sipping from his water bottle, chokes, coughing and spluttering for a couple of minutes. “Terrible,” he wheezes, his face very red. Tinn pats his back apologetically.

When they sit down in the cafe to grab a quick bite to eat, Gun spreads out a brochure from the aquarium.

“See? We can pet the stingrays, Tinn. The event starts at 3. Wanna go?”

Tinn checks his phone for the time, and notices a weather app notification. He frowns.

The storms that all sources swore would wait until tomorrow were now predicted to arrive early, and were quickly bearing down on the last stop of their date. If they don’t hurry there now, the rain will ruin Tinn’s plans.

“Ah, Gun… is it okay if we skip the stingrays today?” He looks up at his boyfriend anxiously. “I’m worried about getting to our last stop in time.” He bites at a fingernail, and glances back down at the menacing radar map. “Actually… we should probably leave now. If that’s okay?”

Gun looks at him with slight concern. “Everything alright? We can leave, if you want.”

“It’ll be fine,” Tinn lies. “You’re… sure?” He watches Gun’s face, torn. “We… we can – if you’d rather stay...”

“Hey, no worries,” says Gun, smiling consolingly. “The aquarium isn’t going anywhere, we can always come back.” He gathers up his things. “I’m good. Let’s go.”

“Okay,” says Tinn, taking a breath. He repeats Gun’s reassurance in his mind as they head out. No worries.

---

Tinn’s hopes for a successful end to the day he planned keep him in motion. They wind their way out of the city, onto a highway heading south.

Gun is puzzled. “We’re leaving the city?”

“You can’t guess?” Tinn glances at his confused expression.

Gun shakes his head. “Tell me.”

“This road isn’t familiar at all?” Tinn smirks. “Last year… all crammed into a big van… with the band…?”

Gun gasps. “The beach, Tinn?! The one from our high school beach trip??” His excited wiggle makes Tinn chuckle.

“I packed swimsuits and towels for both of us,” Tinn explains, smiling. Then, looking out at the sky ahead of them, he mutters, “if we can make it.”

Tinn feels Gun’s questioning look, but Gun doesn’t say anything. The road winds away ahead of them, the cloudy horizon creeping steadily nearer. Tinn puts his free hand into Gun’s, to keep from biting his fingernails.

The clouds get more and more ominous as they approach the beach, pulling off the highway and onto the narrow road leading up to it. They hop out of the car and quickly change into swimsuits, but just as Gun starts running toward the surf, they hear the rumble of thunder.

“Nooo,” Tinn quietly whines. “No, no, no...” Gun turns back and rejoins him.

“Tinn?” Gun glances worriedly at the sky. “Do you... think it’s safe to swim?”

“Uh...”

Just then, the clouds open up. Fat raindrops begin pelting the beach, one by one, quickly becoming a downpour. The boys race back to the shelter of the car.

Safely inside, Tinn and Gun catch their breath. Tinn scrubs a frustrated hand over his face, wiping off the raindrops. “The storms… I thought we’d be able to beat them, but…” Tinn huffs, disappointed and beaten. “It wasn’t supposed to rain until tomorrow!” He gently hits the steering wheel, annoyed.

“Hey,” says Gun, playful, “at least we got wet, huh?” He shakes a few droplets from his hair.

Tinn scoffs, and sighs. “I just wanted to play in the waves with you to end the day, you know? Take some pictures, give you good memories from today. But instead, I pulled you away from the aquarium for nothing. And the temple was closed, too!” He leans back in the seat, dejected, and looks away from Gun. “It’s our anniversary, and this was… a disaster,” he murmurs, softly.

Gun is quiet, for a moment, contemplative.

“I’m sorry, Gun,” says Tinn, turning back, as he feels a lump rise in his throat. “It’s my fault.” He swallows hard.

Gun frowns at him, and brings a careful hand up, to brush Tinn’s wet bangs away from his eyes. “Hey,” he says, softly, tracing his fingertips lightly along the side of Tinn’s face. “What are you sorry for?” Gun tickles gently under Tinn’s chin. “Did you close the temple today? Hmm? Are you in control of the weather?”

Tinn sighs, and looks down at his lap. “No,” he mumbles.

“Hey,” says Gun, pointing a wiggling, teasing finger in Tinn’s direction, “you’re sulking.”

Tinn rolls his eyes. “Am not,” he sulks.

Gun grins, and reaches to cup Tinn’s face. “Come here, gloomy,” he says. Gun pulls Tinn’s head to his lips, and presses a sweet kiss to Tinn’s temple. He smiles gently at his boyfriend, for a moment. “Do you know how much fun today has been? Hmm? How excited I was for every place you chose?”

Tinn watches Gun, silent.

“I don’t care that it wasn’t perfect, Tinn. You made today about us. So what if the temple was closed, huh? So what if we didn’t stay at the aquarium? So what if it’s raining at the beach – you wanted to remember all these moments with me. And we did. You planned such a wonderful day, Tinn, that’s… that’s amazing. It really doesn’t matter to me if things didn’t go according to plan, you know?”

Tinn lets a tiny smile start on his lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah!” Gun exclaims, enthusiastically. “Do you have any idea how incredible you are to me? Tinn, I... I must’ve saved a hundred people in my last life, because in this one, I get to be with you. I still can’t believe it. Every day. Every day I get to wake up and be your boyfriend, and play music too? Tinn… there’s nothing better in the whole world.”

Gun’s expression is so fond, so earnest, that Tinn feels the lump in his throat welling up again, for a different reason.

“So don’t say today was a disaster, okay?” Gun’s eyes watch Tinn’s with gentle concern. “The truth is, anything I get to do with you is already the best.” Gun’s fingers rest on Tinn’s arm, caressing softly in a reassuring rhythm. “Even if we were, like, picking up garbage. Garbage, Tinn. Honestly!” Gun’s words catch up with his brain, and he revises. “Well, okay. That would suck, actually. But… still. It would suck a lot less, because I would be doing it with you.”

When Tinn reaches for Gun, his boyfriend understands immediately, and pulls him in for a warm and lingering hug.

“I love you,” murmurs Tinn, nuzzling his cheek against the crook of Gun’s neck, and sniffling away the tears that gathered in his eyes.

“I love you so much,” is Gun’s whispered reply. “Happy anniversary, Tinn.”

Tinn pulls out of the hug just enough to find Gun’s lips with his own. He cradles Gun’s head, and makes sure Gun can feel the gratitude and love overwhelming his heart.

Gun abruptly breaks the kiss, excitement in his eyes.

“Hey! Are you hungry?”

“Am I –” Tinn blinks, thrown by the question. “Are – are you?”

“There’s an ice cream cafe near here, remember? They have your favorite flavor.” Gun smiles widely at him. “Mango, right? Wanna go?”

Tinn glances out at the pouring rain, and then looks at the soft eagerness in Gun’s eyes. With you, I want to go everywhere. “Of course.”

“Yeah?”

“Lead the way.”

“Okay!”

---

Getting completely drenched on the way isn’t so bad, since they giggle and shriek and hold hands the whole time. And Gun’s memory is excellent, in fact. Not only is the ice cream shop pretty close by, but they do indeed have mango, which is Tinn’s favorite.

They both order, and Gun swoops in, wallet at the ready, when the shop owner mentions the total. Tinn, who had his credit card in hand, looks at Gun with surprise.

“My treat!” says Gun, grinning.

Tinn thanks the shop owner, and starts following his boyfriend. Tinn expects Gun to seat them indoors, but to his surprise, Gun instead heads to a table outside, sheltered from the elements by a roof overhang. Tinn looks at Gun, perplexed.

“Listen to the rain with me,” asks Gun, a softness in his voice that makes it easy for Tinn to acquiesce.

For a long moment, they sit together in silence, enjoying the cold sweetness of the ice cream, and listening to the sound of the rain battering the little shop, soaking the pavement beyond the building.

“I love you,” says Gun, out of nowhere.

Tinn turns to him, mouth awkwardly full, having just taken a bite of his ice cream. When he swallows it away, he replies, “I love you too.” Gun smiles at him, and reaches to wipe some ice cream from the corner of his mouth.

“So messy,” mumbles Gun, fondly.

Tinn suddenly remembers the last part of his original plan, giving Gun the gift he prepared. He envisions the moment in his perfect anniversary date when he brings it up: both of them laying on their beach towels, hand in hand, tired but happy, as the sun sets over the water. It’s a moment they can certainly still have, another day – but this moment now, with the pleasant, ceaseless chorus of the rain, love in Gun’s eyes, in Tinn’s heart... maybe it’s not the way the moment was supposed to go in his head, but this feels perfect, too.

“I have one more anniversary surprise for you, actually.” Tinn feels his heart thumping in his chest. “A… kind of a gift.”

“Really?” Gun grins. “What is it? Is it in the car?”

“No,” says Tinn. He clears his throat, nervous. “I, uh, I talked to my mom… about where I’m going to live next year.”

“Oh? Okay.”

“And she thinks I should get an apartment. Somewhere near campus.”

“Mm. How nice.”

“With you.”

Gun’s eyes widen, and a smile breaks over his face like the dawn. “With – wait. Wait wait wait… are you – Tinn! Are you asking me to live with you?!”

Tinn beams. “I am. My mom is okay with it. Actually, she already has some ideas about where we should look, together.”

“Together,” Gun repeats joyfully. “Oh my god, Tinn. We get to live together! Oh my god.” He breaks out into giddy, delighted laughter. “Come here. Right now.”

Gun crashes into Tinn, and plants kisses all over Tinn’s face, his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, while Tinn squirms and giggles, just as delighted and ecstatic. And when Gun finds Tinn’s lips, and lingers, Tinn pointedly ignores the way his melting ice cream drips over his fingers.

When they finally part, and hurriedly try to salvage their ice cream, Gun pulls his phone out of his pocket. Tinn smiles bemusedly at him, the question in his eyes.

“I have to tell my mom,” Gun admits, slightly embarassed. “...And Por, too. And Sound.”

Tinn chuckles. “Of course,” he says.

After several minutes, Gun looks up from his phone. “Hey, Tinn.” His eyes are alight. “The storm is supposed to break soon.”

“Really?”

Gun shows him the radar map, gleeful. “Do you still want to play in the waves with me?”

Tinn grins.

---

On the long ride back to campus that evening, they mostly sit in a comfortable silence, worn out but very happy.

Gun taps away at his phone, and Tinn doesn’t ask. He assumes all of Gun’s friends are congratulating him on the good news.

“Oh, Tinn?”

“Mm.”

“When we get back to campus, can we stop by the music building first? I need to grab something I forgot.”

“Of course.”

When they near the building, Gun pleads with Tinn to come with him. “It’s dark in there at this time of night. I’m scared. I need to hold your hand.” The singer makes a face and shivers, to emphasize his point.

Tinn chuckles, and agrees to accompany him inside.

Gun leads them to a classroom space, but when they open the door, the lights are on, and it’s full of people.

“HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!” shout Chinzhilla, all at once. They whoop and holler at the blushing couple, congratulating them both enthusiastically, and both boys grin hugely.

“Gun?” Tinn asks. “What is this?”

“An anniversary surprise for you. From me.” Gun’s eyes are mischievous and flirty, as he leans in to whisper in Tinn’s ear. “A private concert, Mr. Future Doctor,” he purrs, and walks over to join the band, taking the guitar Sound holds out to him. “You’re not the only one who prepared a gift,” Gun teases.

Tinn is sure his entire face must be bright red, but he can’t bring himself to care.

“This is a song for the man I love,” says Gun into the microphone, and Chinzhilla melts into a chorus of ooohs behind him.

Gun counts them off, and the band starts playing. Tinn recognizes the melody of the love song he wrote with his dad, over a year ago. Gun locks eyes with him, full of joy.

As Gun’s heart pours out to Tinn through his voice, there’s only room for one thought in Tinn’s mind.

What an absolutely perfect day.

---

Someday – and even though Tinn knows that day is still very far away, he can almost see it in his mind’s eye now – someday, Tinn will ask Gun to be his for the rest of their lives. And when they stand up together before all their friends and both their families and promise to love each other eternally... no matter what happens, that day will be perfect. Because every day Tinn gets with Gun always, always is.

And… they’ll finally have a solid date for their anniversary.