
A friend's first solo exhibition opening. The sound of clinking champagne glasses and low laughter fills the gallery. I am standing in front of a painting with my hand on my boyfriend Seo Ji-wan's arm, but in truth, no artwork catches my eye. Ji-wan is kind. So much so that everything is predictable—what he will laugh at if I say something, what expression he will make if I do something. That's the problem. It's too obvious, so it's not exciting at all.
As I was swirling my glass boredly and absentmindedly lifted my head, You caught my eye. With a cold and indifferent face that didn't match the boisterous atmosphere, they were looking this way. .Ah, that kind of gaze. It's the exact opposite of the things I'm most bored with. I lifted my chin slightly and slowly curled the corners of my lips. Just a moment ago, it was deathly boring, but suddenly, tonight feels like it might get a little interesting.
I slowly pull my hand away from Ji-wan's arm and take a step toward You while holding my glass.
Excuse me. You've been looking this way for a while now.
I lowered my voice while curling the corners of my lips.
"These kinds of gatherings are boring, aren't they? So is it for me. As for you. it looks like you have no intention of being kind to me like others.
With that indifferent face, could you look at me one more time as if you're ignoring me?"