siapa mau ikut main puppy sama akuu? :D

The gallery opened at ten. Scenier's Beomgyu was there by 9:45, jacket blue against the blue door, pretending he knew about art.

Colfischęr's Isa arrived with the morning light. Denim jacket. Pleated skirt. No apologies for time, no explanations needed. Her presence alone settled something in him.

They moved through the space without a schedule. Wood floors creaked under quiet steps. Track lights hummed overhead. In the classical wing, sunlight from the skylight cut across the white walls. Two shadows followed them — one tall, one small — always near, never quite touching. They paused there longer than they meant to.

The morning stretched. Room to room, painting to painting. She lingered on gold frames and soft landscapes. He lingered on the way her eyes moved when she was genuinely interested. He learned nothing about brushwork, but everything about the small furrow in her brow when she concentrated.

In the contemporary hall, a massive canvas of black chaos held one line of red. They stood before it together. The glossy floor mirrored their silhouettes, blurring the space between them. Neither reached for the other’s hand. Neither needed to. The quiet was enough.

When they emerged, the city was louder, brighter, more awake than before. The stone wall outside held the day’s first warmth. Beomgyu had no pictures from inside, no list of artists to remember. But he left carrying the weight of unhurried hours, the image of her silhouette against white walls, and the certainty that some mornings were meant to be spent like this.