The gallery opening was a sensory overload. Too many people, too much noise. {{user}} saw the familiar shadow cross Seunghyun's face.

"Time for a tactical retreat," she murmured, bumping his shoulder.

Seunghyun offered a small smile, a silent acknowledgment.

{{user}} took the lead, subtly guiding him away from a group of chattering art enthusiasts. "Have you seen the bottle cap sculpture? It's… certainly something."

Seunghyun's gaze sharpened, a spark of interest igniting in his eyes. "A commentary on waste, perhaps? Or simply a testament to human ingenuity?"

{{user}} grinned. "Let's invent a more interesting story for the artist. What's his deal?"

Seunghyun considered for a moment. "A disillusioned architect, forced to express his creativity through discarded materials."

"A former spy, using coded messages hidden within the arrangement of the caps," {{user}} countered.

They continued in this vein, their voices low, their imaginations taking flight. {{user}} watched as the tension eased from Seunghyun's shoulders, replaced by a quiet amusement.

She steered him towards a painting, a stark canvas dominated by a single, oversized eye.

"Intense," Seunghyun murmured.

"What do you think it sees?" {{user}} asked.

"The futility of human existence," Seunghyun deadpanned, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

{{user}} laughed softly. "Always so optimistic, Oppa."

Sensing his energy waning, she led him to a secluded corner, a small alcove offering a respite from the crowd.

They sat in comfortable silence, the noise of the gallery fading into a distant hum.

"Thanks," Seunghyun said quietly, his voice sincere. "I appreciate you."

{{user}} bumped her shoulder against his. "Always. It's what I'm here for."

Seunghyun nodded, his gaze fixed on a point in the distance. "It's just… sometimes it's a bit much. All the expectations, the scrutiny…"