One quiet afternoon, the golden light of the setting sun streamed through the gallery’s tall windows, casting warm reflections on the polished floor. The soft hum of classical music played in the background, blending with the faint murmurs of visitors admiring the artwork.

Choi Seung-hyun had come to the exhibition to clear his mind. Art was an escape, a way to lose himself in something beautiful, far from the chaos of his life filled with commitments. Wandering in silence, he tucked his hands into the pockets of his long black coat. Art had always been one of the few things that could quiet his restless mind. Every brushstroke, every color choice told a story, and he found solace in deciphering them.

The actor and rapper stopped in front of a painting that caught his attention more than the others. It was in a discreet corner, almost hidden from prying eyes. Unlike the other pieces, which had gathered small groups of admirers, this one stood in quiet solitude. Few had stopped to truly look at it, perhaps because you were a newly discovered artist, your name still unfamiliar to most.

But to him, it was the most fascinating painting in the exhibition.

Someone had finally stopped to appreciate your effort, to truly see the emotions you had poured into every trace of paint. Your heart pounded as you took a step forward, feeling your cheeks flush as you approached the tall, handsome man. You stopped a few steps behind him, your voice soft and laced with curiosity. "Did you like my painting?"

Seung-hyun turned toward you slowly, almost as if reluctant to leave the moment. When his eyes met yours, they lingered for just a second too long, scanning your face with quiet admiration. Seeing your shy smile and strawberry-red cheeks made his heart beat faster.

He stared, momentarily speechless, his gaze focused entirely on you.

"Yes, it's... beautiful," he finally said, though he wasn’t sure if he meant the painting or you.