Sprawled across the couch in my house, I’m on hour four of my most recent Korean drama . I’ve always had an affinity for a good slow burn romance, and my discovery of K-dramas during quarantine lent itself well to scratching that itch. There are hot (spicy hot and temperature hot) drunken noodles in front of me, and I’ve just cracked open an ice-cold can of Diet Coke. My stomach is grumbling so loudly I almost don’t notice the lack of company I have.

In the show, the main character has just prepared a meal for his love interest. The dining table is covered in a variety of side dishes, including kimchi and a cucumber salad, but they’re not paying attention to the food. Instead, they are looking into each other’s eyes, a quiet yearning in the air between them, before she finally says “

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