I look around in my boyfriend’s old room. There’re some old photos of him playing softball, another photographs showed he and his two brothers swimming by the sea, and some other pictures showing TaecYeon and his love for sports. No wonder he enjoys his job so much.

“Do you like what you see so far?” he opens the door and gets in. TaecYeon sits on his bed and takes my hand to come closer to him then sit me on his lap.

“Hey, your parents might catch us.” I whisper worriedly.

He laughs hard, “AeRi-ya, we’re not two high-schoolers that tries to sneak into my room and do dirty things, we’re adults and they know we’re adults.” He messes my hair.

“Unmarried adults. I bet all parents are quite traditional in that particular principle.”

“You know, when I was in high school, they actually caught me when I brought my girlfriend into this room. I was grounded for months. But as I grew older they don’t seem to care about that anymore.”

“I care about that.” I try to get free from his embrace.

I step further from him to look more into his photographs.

“That’s the famous HeunDae beach; do you want to go there?” he notices me staring into a picture of his whole family at a beach.

“Ngg. Sure. I wonder if there’s any good ManDuGuk for us to eat.” I say, I’ve been craving to eat some meat dumpling.

“ManDuGuk? Sure, I know a place. But tonight it’s my mom’s special cooking, she has this amazing SamGyeTang recipe. I’ve tried to recreate it but failed.”

“Okay, maybe I should help your mom with something, I’ll go check your mom.” I leave him in his room and go to the kitchen to find his mother.

“Eommonim, is there anything that I can help you with?” I naturally bow a little bit to her.

“Aish, you don’t have to bow at me every time you see me, please be comfortable around me.” She pats my back. “AeRi-ssi, have you ever tried to make simple spring onion kimchi?”

“Not yet, I always bought my kimchi, mianheyo.” I bow again.

“What did I say about the bowing? It’s okay, I’ll show you how to make it, you can help me to cut the spring onions in a matchstick size.” She smiles warmly and shows me where I can do my chopping action.

“Is this correct size?” I show her some of the spring onions that I’ve cut.

“Ne, it is. It’s okay not to be precise, AeRi-ssi, cooking should be fun isn’t it?”

“Yes, i