A Romantic Day in Paris
Seonghwa and Maeum are sitting together on a bench in a park, while eating croissants.
She takes a bite, enjoying the taste of it.
"Delicious, right?" he says as he also takes a bite.
She nods.
A smile appears on his lips.
"This croissant is sweet, but do you know what else is sweet?"
"I know what you are going to say." she says and giggles.
"Uhm... gateau marcel." he responds and starts giggling too.
"I think you're sweeter than both croissant and gateau marcel." she says.
Butterflies flutter inside his belly.
The sky turns darker.
Both of them have finished eating their croissants.
"Maybe we should go back to the hotel." he says. "Or is there a place you want to go next?"
She looks at the buildings around them as she thinks about what she should respond.
"No, I guess we should just go back."
"Alright"
He takes her hand as they get off the bench.
They arrive at the hotel room.
"What a lovely day it was today, right?" he says and takes a seat on a chair.
"Yup." she says.
"How many pictures did you take of that pigeon?"
"I don't know, but maybe like 10." she says before she takes her phone out of her pocket to look at her camera roll. "Oh, it was only 9."
"You're so adorable." he says with a smile.
"It is a bit hot in there." he says before he unbuttons his jacket, taking it off.
Then he unties his tie.
She blushes as she looks at him in the white button-down shirt.
He walks over to the luggage, taking the pajamas off, before he walks in the bathroom to change.
While he is changing, Maeum walks over to one window to look at the view.
The stars glitter on the night sky and the Eiffel Tower is lighting up.
The stars make her think of Seonghwa and his beautiful eyes.
Seonghwa walks out of the bathroom, wearing black silky pajamas.
"Now's your turn." he says.
She picks up her pink cotton pajamas that is lying on the bed and the bathroom too.
He takes a seat on the bed before resting his head on a pillow.
He starts thinking about the romantic date they had today and about what they should do tomorrow.
Then he decides to lie on the bed in a way that looks like he wants Maeum to draw her as one of her French boys.
He lies there waiting for her to come out.
She walks out, wearing the pajamas.
"Hello, my love." he says and winks at her.
She giggles.
"You silly." she says.
She lies down on the bed next to him.
Her cheeks turn as pink as her pajamas as she looks into his starry eyes.
He caresses her arm, and his hand goes lower to her wrist, grabbing it gently.
"Do you want to feel my heartbeat?" he asks.
"Huh?"
He then puts her hand on his chest, making her feel his heart fluttering on her hand.
Her entire face turns pink from the touch.
"My heart flutters because I love you." he says.
"I love you too." she says.
"May I hug you?" he asks.
"Yes."
He puts his arm around her and pulls her upper body closer to his.
She rests her head on his chest, hearing his heart flutter.
Hearing his heart is like music in her ears.
He plants a gentle kiss on top of her head, feeling the scent of her rose shampoo.
She stops leaning against his chest and looks into his night sky eyes again.
Then she stares at his soft lips.
"Do you want to kiss my lips?" she asks.
He nods, before he plants his lips on hers.
Both slowly close their eyes, enjoying the touch.
For him, the taste of her lips is better than croissant, gateau marcel or any dessert.
Then her lips let go of his.
He caresses her cheek with his hand, before he gives her forehead a kiss too.
"Goodnight, Maeum." he says softly.
"Good night."
He closes his eyes, trying to fall asleep.
"Je t'aime, mon cheri." she says softly, before she closes her eyes too.
He takes her hand and both of them escape from Paris to a dreamworld.
