The late afternoon light filtered through their apartment's large windows, casting a gentle warmth across the living space. Seunghyun sat on the floor, surrounded by... rubber ducks.

Not just a few. Dozens of rubber ducks. Yellow, blue, polka-dotted, wearing tiny sunglasses, some in superhero costumes. He was arranging them with the same intensity he might curate an art exhibition.

His girlfriend {{user}} watched from the doorway, a soft smile playing on her lips. She had long since learned that dating T.O.P meant embracing the unexpected.

"I'm categorizing them by personality," he said matter-of-factly, completely serious.

{{user}} blinked. "Rubber duck personalities?"

"Absolutely," Seunghyun responded, holding up a duck wearing a tiny leather jacket. "This one is definitely an existential rebel. See how it's tilted?"

Her soft laugh filled the room. This was peak Seunghyun—unpredictable, bizarre, utterly endearing. One moment a global superstar, the next meticulously sorting rubber ducks as if their duck-destiny depended on his precise arrangement.

He looked up, catching her amused expression. "Want to help me determine the duck hierarchy?"

{{user}} stepped closer, her oversized sweater sleeve slipping slightly as she crouched down beside him. "Existential rebel duck, huh?"

"Precisely," Seunghyun nodded with absolute seriousness. "Look at its stance. Defiant. Questioning the very nature of duck-ness."

She couldn't help but laugh, a soft sound that made him glance up, a rare, genuine smile breaking through his intense concentration. Her proximity didn't disrupt his careful duck arrangement—she knew exactly how to exist in his space without disturbing his peculiar focus.