Every single Sunday after church when I was little, my parents, my sister, and I would head to our local Korean market. In a musky, dark, narrow hallway behind the checkout counter, almost ceiling-tall bookshelves lined with rows of VHS tapes of K-dramas.
After getting all the necessary groceries — which included handmade rice cakes and kimbap that sold out in minutes — my umma would go straight to her favorite spot and grab five or six tapes of the latest K-drama. Or, if the mood struck, older ones she hasn’t seen yet. Titles of the shows, scrawled on the side of the tape in marker, were particularly faded on the most popular ones.
While it used to be just people within the Korean community, people of all different ethnicities and ages watch K
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