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"Jiminssi." A soft voice whispered, gently shaking his shoulder.

Namjoon reached under his seat for a water bottle, and twisted the cap off, before chucking it towards the younger one's face.

Jimin jolted from his seat, accidentally sending his elbow straight into Kara's chest. Namjoon chortled, quickly slapping his hand over his mouth. An angry glare took over the French girl's face while her right hand held her sore chest. Jimin shook all the water from his hair, before glancing up at Namjoon.

"What the hell was that for?" Jimin coughed out some of the excess water.

"The train stopped." Namjoon innocently said, making them both look out the window.

"We're really here." Jimin quietly muttered, not believing what he was seeing.

He slowly looked over at Kara, as they both gave a soft smile. Namjoon rolled his eyes, before pulling the cabin door open. A majority of the passengers were already off the train, leaving them and a two other families on board. Jimin quickly grabbed a suitcase, and plunged through the narrow door.

"Someone's excited." Namjoon mumbled, as Kara softly chuckled.

They grabbed their bags and followed Jimin off the train. The station was filled with tons of people, as Christmas was just around the corner. Everyone's trying to get to their destination in time, so it's all chaos right now. Jimin dropped his bags onto the floor, spreading his arms out as people walking by stared. Namjoon quickly took Jimin into his arms, pulling him along before someone stole his bag.

"Can you believe we're actually in Paris?" Jimin jumped over the metal detector bars, as Namjoon walked through it.

"I told you we'd make it." He slung his bag over his right shoulder, since the left one was sore now.

They walked up to the car rental desk, right outside the train station. "louer une voiture."

"quel type?" He tapped his foot.

"une voiture intermédiaire.    " Namjoon scratched the back of his neck.

"passeport, s'il vous plaît." The man extended his hand out, impatiently waiting.

"Jimin, could you hand me yours, my passport's in my suitcase." Namjoon pleaded. "It'll take hours to find it."

"Yeah." Jimin mumbled as his hand slipped into his back pocket.

Jimin's face turned pale, as his pockets turned out to be empty. He quickly turned around, letting his jaw hang open. "She took my fucking wallet."

"What?" Namjoon's eyes widened as he stepped away from the rental stand. "Where'd she go?"

"The bitch left with all my shit." Jimin pushed a kid in front of him. "My fucking passport's in there."

"Jimin, we have to find her or else you won't be let back into America." Namjoon grabbed his wrist as they both began racing towards the street. "She's over there!" He pointed to the black taxi, casually strolling past them.

"Taxi!" Jimin shouted beside an old woman's ear.

"Come on." Namjoon pulled Jimin into the back seat before he leaned towards the driver. "I need you to follow that taxi."

"accélérer." Jimin shouted, saying the only French word he remembered.

The man scrunched his nose, weirded out by these odd foreigners. He did as he was told, following the taxi, although it was two cars ahead of them. Jimin climbed into the passenger seat, kicking Namjoon with his leg. The driver widened his eyes as Jimin grabbed onto the steering wheel.

"Es-tu fou—!?" The man's yelped.

"What the hell are you doing?" Namjoon tried to pull his shirt back.

"I'm getting next to the car." Jimin shouted, as he used his other hand to lower the window.

"Jimin, you're fucking crazy!" Namjoon shook his head as he watched the younger boy stick his head out the window.

Kara stared down at her lap as she played with her  bracelet, while peacefully listening to some music.

Jimin grabbed reached his small hand out the open window, trying to reach the slightly distant car. He groaned before turning to Namjoon. "Give me your shoe!"

"What?" Namjoon shouted, over the loud wind.

"Your fucking shoe!" Jimin hissed.

Namjoon quickly removed his shoe, not wanting to make the little one angry. He tossed his shoe to the front, letting it fall onto Jimin's lap. There's wasn't much a shoe could do, but it was the best idea that he had so far. "Pull up a little closer!" He yelled. 

Jimin held the shoe in his right hand, chucking it at the window before it smacked him right back in the face, sending him backwards.

"Fuck!" Jimin groaned in pain, as he held his eye.

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Kara finally leaned her head onto the left window, feeling the vibration of the glass after Jimin threw Namjoon's shoe. She jumped back, startled as she glanced out the window. To her surprise, the two guys she met on the train were beside her. That's unfortunate, she didn't get to see Jimin get hit.

"Accélère s'il vous plaît." She calmly told the driver.

The driver sped up, leaving the others behind them.

"They're pulling over." Namjoon gasped as his face pressed against the window. "I think she's going in the mall."

"Jimin?" Namjoon peaked over the seat, seeing his friend in the same exact position. "Are you okay?"

Jimin harshly glared up at him. "Do I fucking look okay?"

"Come on." Namjoon grabbed onto his arm, pulling him out the car. "We need to go after her, now."

"Let me see your eye." Namjoon faced Jimin, as he slowly put his hand down.

Namjoon almost choked, holding his chest while he looked at the purplish bruise. "Damn, it looks like you got beat— I mean, it looks fine." He smiled.

"Thanks." Jimin rolled his eyes, well one eye.

"Let's go, we don't wanna lose her." Namjoon said, as he and Jimin rushed through the mall doors.

"What store what she be in?" Namjoon furrowed his brows as he stared at the hand map.

"I don't fucking know, ladies paradise?" Jimin read the first sign he saw.

"I mean.." Namjoon raised his brow. "Why don't we just try it out?"

Jimin shrugged his shoulders. "That wasn't my intention, but fuck it at this point."

They stepped into the sparkly lingerie store, hiding their faces as women began staring their way. Both of them decided to split up, making the search for her, somewhat easier. Namjoon went to the towel and bathrobe's section, while Jimin headed to the laced underwear isle.

"I'm searching for my wife." Jimin spat as an older woman gave him a dirty look.  "You shouldn't even be shopping here in the first place." He muttered.

Jimin's hand skimmed over a black, lace thong and he could've sworn he melted right then and there.

"Fuck, that's hot." He muttered, before a hand spun him around.

Jimin almost choked as an officer faced him.

"Hello there." He gave the officer an quick smile before slowly walking away. "I'm leaving now."

Kara chuckled as she watched him make a fool of himself. "il est charmant." She quietly whispered.

"We're leaving." Jimin grabbed Namjoon's hand, quickly dragging him out the store.

"Why?" He lowered his brows.

"Let's just say, I was in the thong section for too long."  Jimin admitted, as he rushed outside.

"She could be in there." Namjoon complained as he looked over his shoulder. "I don't see why we can't just call the police?"

Jimin let out an obnoxious laugh. "You saw how that went." He pointed back to the store.

"Maybe—"

"Wait, Namjoon!" Jimin harshly slapped his chest.

"That hurt."

"I don't care." Jimin whispered as he squinted his eyes, trying to focus. "We've got her cornered."

Namjoon's eyes followed Jimin's gaze. "What are you waiting for? Go get her."

"I need to wait so she turns the other way." Jimin sighed, as he watched her sitting on the edge of a beautiful fountain. "—when she least expects it."

"Here's your chance." Namjoon lightly pushed him forward.

Jimin cautiously slid among the crowd of people as he was closer to where she sat. Namjoon nodded to his friend, giving him the signal as he relaxed in his seat. Jimin stepped onto his shoe string, grabbing Kara's shoulders for support as they tumbled into the fountain together.

Jimin lifted himself out the pool of cold water as he helped Kara sit up. Her breaths were short, as clear water droplets, dripped down her face. Jimin shook his hair, splashing Kara in the process. She gulped once he faced her, pulling her from her wrist.

"I know you enjoyed this as much as I did." Jimin whispered,holding her close to his drenched body.

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