Paris was gorgeous.

Taehyung led me to every major point of the city, both of us taking tons of photos.

Well, it was mostly the fashion designer, snapping pictures of everything he set his eyes upon.

As we both walked, I rolled my eyes as he took a picture of a little café sandwiched between two houses.

"I won't be surprised if I find you taking a picture of the public toilet," I drawled, walking forward.

Taehyung caught up with me, looking at his camera. "I'm very tempted now, Sora," he mused.

"Don't even."

A laugh sounded from the man, raising his camera again.

I moved on as he took more pictures, my heels making a rich click clack against the stone of the narrow street.

Two medieval buildings lined the pavement, towering above the people like me and Taehyung walking.

I tilted my head back, locking my hands together.

This place was near the Arc de Triomph, where a huge stone arch stood proudly out in the open.

It had such an ancient vibe. But it wasn't bad, no. It was incredibly intriguing.

Click!

I looked back to find Taehyung's face focused being his camera.

I raised an eyebrow.

Click!

"What are you doing?"

He lowered his camera just a little. A look of awe adorned his glorious face.

"Have I mentioned, Sora," Taehyung started, walking over to me, "That I'm glad you're mine?"

My heart dropped. "Pardon?"

Taehyung's smile was malicious. "Workwise. That you're modelling for me."

"O-oh," I mumbled, hiding my blush with my hand. "Uh, yeah, same."

His steps leveled with mine. "It baffles me sometimes how that bastard of a manager treated you like that."

The man's black eyes slid to me. "If I was him, I'd worship you. Because you were worth a thousand more than any of the others in that shit agency."

My eyes darted to anywhere but his own. "Thanks, Taehyung."

I could feel his stare. "It had to be said," he only said.

He quickened his pace. "Next stop, the Louvre."

"The Mona Lisa one?" I asked.

A chuckle. "The Mona Lisa one."

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I stared at the painting. The most famous painting in the world.

"That's it?"

Taehyung stared at it. "Mmm hmm."

"I thought it'll be at least as big as me." I scrunched my nose at it. "It's the size of my bloody intelligence."

"It's definitely bigger than that, Sora."

I gave the designer a hard shove. He waved my hands off, laughing.

"In all honesty," I started, glaring at him, "I've seen better."

Taehyung set me stare, cocking his head slightly. "I have as well."

Looking at him, I certainly knew I did. Kim Taehyung was indeed something out of a museum.

"Let's check the others," he said, snapping me out of the thought.

He turned on his heel, and started to leave the blank room.

A hideous growl sounded from my stomach.

Taehyung stopped. Looked back at me.

I clutched my stomach, cheeks reddening. "Can we go to the cafeteria instead?"

"I know a better place," he merely said, looping his camera strap around his neck.

Nodding, I caught up with him, going through halls of old paintings and statues.

We left the Louvre, making our way to the main streets.

We came across many restaurants, but Taehyung rejected all of them.

Another round of growling had me snapping at him. "How much longer?"

"Just wait," he only said, fastening his pace.

Groaning, I followed close behind, holding my stomach as if it would stop the grumbling.

A few narrow streets later, we came out in the open, a lush green lawn spread out far from us.

On the stone lining the lawn stood the Eiffel Tower.

My eyes followed right to the tip of the metallic tower. The clouds moved in a way which looked like it was falling.

"Why are we here?" I wondered out loud. Taehyung should have known that I wasn't in the mood to do more touring.

"You'll know," he said, gesturing for me to catch up with him.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Unsurprisingly, crowds of people were gathered around the Eiffel Tower, trying to get up it.

Lines of guards refused to, however, shaking their heads.

Taehyung grabbed my hand.

He dived in the crowd, squeezing his way through all the people.

His hand was the only way I kept close to him as I went through.

A guard stopped Taehyung.

The designer looked up at him, and the man nodded curtly, letting him inside the elevator.

Taehyung looked back and smirked. "Pros of being famous."

As we entered, he pressed the top floor button. The doors slithered close, and up the lift went.

It was hard letting go of his warm hand. I hugged myself, the feeling of hunger coming back.

"Just a few more minutes," he murmured to me.

Indeed, because the lift stopped. The doors slid open, and we stepped out.

I gasped.

It was like being on the tip of Paris. I could see the entirety of it as I circled a full 360, the little homes, the famous landmarks, everything.

"That's not all," Taehyung said from behind me.

He led me to a set of empty tables, one of them lit up with candles.

The chair was put out. I sat on it, Taehyung pushing it in. He then went over to his seat opposite mine.

I looked to my left, my best side of the view. "It's...it's beautiful."

"Wait till you eat the food," Taehyung said, snapping his fingers.

A smart, black-haired waiter arrived, trays of dishes in both hands. He set them on the table, and bowed.

"Bon appetit, Monsieur, Madame," he said, and scurried off.

I looked down at my food.

"Coq au vin, la glace and French wine," Taehyung stated, pointing out all the food.

"Whatever it is, it better be good," I said, and dug right in.

And boy, was I satisfied.

The food was out of this world, the beef delicious, the chocolate ice cream scrumptious and the wine truly devine.

My stomach rested, growl-free. I had a smile on my face.

I couldn't help it. Food just has that way with me.

Taehyung looked at my reaction and smiled back. "I'm glad you liked it."

"Liked it? I loved it!" I took a sip of the wine. "The wait was worth it."

"That's good to hear." Taehyung set his fork down, slowly getting up.

I watched him go to edge of the railing. "What now?"

He gripped the railing. "Now, I observe." he looked to me. "Now, I admire."

Heaving off the chair, I walked over to where he stood.

There was a comforting silence between us.

I broke it. "Thank you."

Taehyung asked, "For what?"

"For the tour. For Paris. For everything."

"Hey," he murmured, putting a hand over mine, "There's no need to thank me. I should be the one counting my only blessing."

He paused before continuing. "The blessing I received less than a month ago. Who thought she wasn't a blessing, but God, was she wrong."

I was sure I wasn't breathing. Taehyung looked the same.

It seemed he had leaned in slightly. His face, God, his face, was closer now.

I didn't mind so much. I leaned in a bit too.

His breath caressed my mouth. It would soon be his lips-

Beep!

I jumped, causing me to jerk away from him.

"Wh-what was that?" Taehyung stuttered. It was the first time I'd heard him like that.

"Uh, I think it was my phone," I said, checking it.

Sure enough, I received a message.

A message from Jungkook.

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