Is this a K-Drama?

My family was looking after a young boy, he seemed to be only a few years old. It was a snowy day, and I was holding his hand as we walked somewhere. We ended up at a restaurant for Christmas dinner with our extended family. I think drama went down, and my family ended up leaving to go to a different restaurant. We ended up at a Korean restaurant. When our waiter was delayed, my parents were ready to leave, but I scolded them for being too hard on servers, especially on a holiday. We stayed, and we got our food. I was still sitting next to the kid and entertaining him. I had a lucid moment where I thought to myself, “Am I dreaming about this kid because I want to have kids?” The restaurant was family-owned, and they announced a tradition was taking place for the holiday. Everyone who was interested would create this yarn ball and make a wish on it in the hope that it would come true next year. I got in line and started a green yarn ball. I was struggling to knot it the way I was supposed to. I was supposed to create it in a way so that my first initial, “A,” was on the front. As we moved in line, given the chance to look at decorations and dyes for our yarn balls, the eldest member of the family, the grandmother, started analyzing people’s yarn balls. It was like she could tell what they wished for, and she gave them advice or critics based on that. She was a strict and blunt woman standing up on a table. I was nervous when she looked at me. I wished for romance, but I didn’t want her to announce that. She looked at my yarn ball in distaste. “What is your first initial?” She asked. I told her, and she frowned, seeming to understand that’s a hard initial to make out of yarn. She then seemed to look at me with sad eyes before pointing to a Korean boy about two in line ahead of me. He didn’t look happy to be there, he looked serious, but he was really cute. “Have my nephew help you,” the old woman said. “Go, stand next to him.” Hesitantly, that’s what I did, and he helped me to make my yarn ball. I remember befriending a cousin of the family who attempted to set us up together on a sunny day at the restaurant. The dream changed, and I was at a showcase at my school. I was presenting my photography. My friend, FM, was trying to get me to share a table with a boy she wanted me to get with. We found one another and shared a table, but he only seemed interested in his project.