Two     Three blocks later, Sehun slowed down and turned to call over his shoulder. "Where are we going?" he asked.   I just blinked. "Lunch!"   "Didn't you just eat at that expensive looking seafood place?"   I shook my head. "I ran away before the main entrees," I called back. "Can we just grab some kimbap or greasy samgyeopsal please? I'll treat you."   Sehun shrugged, turning back to the road. "Won't say no to free food," he replied, speeding up.   We ended up on another strip of the beach, a trip surrounded mostly by residential areas for townies instead of tourists. The samgyeopsal shack was crowded, but felt homing.   "Best pork belly in town," Sehun explained, leading me into the little restaurant. "I grew up eating here."   "So you're from Jeju?" I asked, confused.   "Kris hyung is actually my step brother," Sehun explained, taking a seat at an empty table. "My parents got divorced when I was little and I grew up here with my real dad. My mom married Kris' dad about four years ago and I went to live with them in Seoul."   I nodded, mulling in the information over as a waiter brought over menus to the table.   "Sehun-ah, visiting your dad? It's been too long - look at how pale you are now! And you've changed your hair color again," the ajumma said, patting Sehun on the head. Sehun did not look happy about being touched but smiled nonetheless, the first show of real emotion I'd seen on his face.   "Yes, ma'am" he replied politely. "I'm in town for another week."   "We'll be sure to give you extra meat," she said, staging a whisper. "Can't have you thinking Seoul has better pork belly now, can we?"   "Of course not," Sehun chuckled.    Then, her gaze turned to me.   "And you are...?"   "Hello, ma'am," I greeted, giving her a bow. I grew up learning to show respect to elders. "I'm Kim Naeun. I've heard great things about your restaurant from Sehun-ssi."   Her eyes sparkled as she studied me closely. "Kim Naeun, eh? With that city accent, you must be from Seoul, right? Yah, Sehun-ah, did you bring a girlfriend home?"   "What - no!" Sehun exclaimed, burning pink. "She's not - we're not - "   "I am a guest at the BXL Resort," I added, shaking my head quickly. "We're not - it's not like that."   The ajumma just laughed. "Whatever you say," she tittered, turning away. "I'll bring you two some water and soju, okay?"           After both eating a million pounds of pork belly, Sehun and I stumbled out of the restaurant feeling overly content.   "Yah, exactly who are you?" Sehun asked, poking me in the ribs with his expressionless face still intact. "We just spent a ridiculous amount of money on food, and technically I am the older male so I should be paying, but you just paid without batting an eyelash."   "It’s not a problem," I replied, waving him away. I found an empty bench on the boardwalk and flopped down.   "Exactly, yet you choose this instead of that 5 star seafood restaurant. So who are you?"   I eyed him nervously, not sure if I really wanted to tell him. Surely, he would think of me differently after.   "You know how BXL Resorts and Spa recently signed a deal with a big advertisement company in Seoul, right?" I asked, carefully.   "Sure," Sehun replied. "Saw it in the news a few days ago."   I sighed, pulling my hat lower over my face to block the sun. "We're the big advertising company."   Sehun's mouth opened in surprise, forming a perfect O. "Wow," he said finally, after a few moments. "The Porsche makes sense now."   I nodded glumly. "Can we just hang out today?" I asked, slumping down. "I don’t want to go back to the resort until I absolutely have to. What is there to do around here?"   For a moment, Sehun's eyes twinkled. "We're near the bit of boardwalk with all the rides and games," he said, springing to his feet. "Come on, we can easily spend a whole afternoon there; it's so much fun!"   "Slow down," I groaned, stumbling to my feet. "Oh Sehun, wait for me!"         Sehun ended up being very good at skee-ball and wins a giant mashimaro plushie.   "It kind of looks like you," I cackled, holding it up next to his face. "Same expression and everything."   He glared at me, snatching it away. "I hate you," he said, turning away. "I was going to give him to you, but I guess now, I'll just keep it."   Immediately, I chased after him. "No wait," I called, laughing. "Sehun, come back here, okay? I'm sorry; can I please have him?"   As Sehun and I walked together side by side down the boardwalk, I could feel eyes on us.   I looked at Sehun, but he was still as expressionless as ever. I guess we did seem kind of like a couple, joking around and having fun together. I had to put my shoes back on because the hot boardwalk was burning the bottoms of my feet, but I was still several inches shorter than Sehun, even with the heels. His light blond hair was windswept, and his arm muscles peeked out of a loose red tanktop, hanging low over skinny jeans and converse. I couldn't help but think that we did look kind of good together.   "Do you want patbingsoo?" he asked suddenly, turning to face me. "There's a really good place just ahead." Then he stopped, turning a little pink. "Why are you looking at me like that?"   "Like what?" I denied at once.   Sehun just shrugged, turning away. "Let's go get patbingsoo."               We had just gotten back on the road when the winds picked up and the skies darkened.   "Yah, I think it's going to rain," I called as wind whipped my hair over my face and into my mouth.   Sehun looked up at the sky and let out a string of curse words. "My house is closer than the resort, do you mind? I can take you back in the car so we don't get soaked."   "Just hurry," I replied, wrapping my