"Like?" Taeyang asks.

I jump a little.

"Would you please stop doing that?" I ask, hand on my heart, to his chuckle.

"I’m sorry," he says quietly.

"And yes," I say, louder for the cook to hear, "it’s got a nice bite to it."

She beams again.

"Someone who enjoys her food, I see."

I smile, that’s me. I know what I like and don’t like and I’ll voice it.

"It’s call Jjol-myeon," Sean says, "it’s got noodles mixed with fresh vegetables. Again, my wife adds new things to it, making it her own."

I nod, taking another little bite. I eat that all up, eyeing the next thing on my plate, debating. I feel Taeyang watching me, eating what I’m looking at. I gulp, take a little bit and eat it. I’ve never had octopus before, so this is new to me. I look up, swallowing.

"That’ll take some getting used to," Sean says, pointing at what I just ate.

"What it is?" I ask, poking the octopus with my fork now.

"It’s Nakji Bokkeumbap," Taeyang says, smiling, "Stir-fried Octopus."

I nod, eating another little bite, I can tell he loves this, and for his benefit I try to like it, too. This time it goes down easier and I do start to like it. I look at Taeyang, him watching me closely. I look down, blushing.

Why am I blushing? I’ve never blushed before, especially not from some guy.