Haejin relaxed his pose. Grinned at Soorin. "See? Content."
"You're ridiculous."
"But effective."
"Effectively ridiculous."
They moved to another room. More paintings. Historical pieces. Joseon dynasty art. Delicate. Detailed.
Haejin tried reading another placard.
Soorin interrupted gently. "You don't have to pretend to understand."
"I'm trying to be supportive."
"You're sweet. But you're completely lost."
"Utterly lost," he admitted. "I don't know what I'm looking at most of the time."
"That's okay. I still like you anyway."
"Even though I don't understand art?"
"Especially because you don't understand art. It's endearing."
"I feel like you're patronizing me."
"I am. A little bit."
He pulled her closer. Arm around her waist. "You're oppressing me with your knowledge."
"Am I?"
"Yes. I feel very oppressed right now."
"Poor oppa," she said. Voice teasing. Playful.
The word hit him like a physical thing.
Oppa.
