paris fashion week

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TOKYO, JAPAN

TOKYO, JAPAN

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4:41 pm

rinnie

can we meet up later tonight?

i want to tell u something in person

6:35 pm

sure

practice ends pretty late today tho

so i'll be home around 10

is that ok??

yup that's okie with me

oh i'm just gonna spend the night
over then

ok

10:24 pm

knock knock

suna gets up from the couch and
opens the door. you stand in front
of him with a smile.

"rin!"

those three letters bring an
instand smile to his face.

"hey love."

"come in, it's cold outside."

he closes the door behind you.
you take off your shoes and put
your handbag on his couch.

you quickly go to the bathroom
to wash your hands and when you
come back to the living room, rin
is comfortably seated on his couch.

you sit down on his lap, facing him.
he softly wraps his arms around
you as you give him a kiss on his
forehead.

"how are you?"

"mm i'm good. a bit tired."

"how was practice?"

he presses his chin against your
collarbone and looks up at you.

"it was fine. lots of drills."

"give me more kisses."

a soft chuckle leaves your lips.
you lean in to press your lips
against his. he sighs, smirking
lazily once he feels your lips.
you feel yourself melting.

you break the kiss, leaving
suna confused.

"i need to shower."

"want to shower together?"

"no."

"bummer."

"you already took a shower,
didn't you?"

"i can take two."

"no, i'll be back. i'm
going to borrow a shirt."

"okay. tell me if you need
something."

"thank you."

you stand up and walk
towards the bathroom.
suna went to the kitchen
to make you and him a
cup of hot tea.

he brought the cup of tea
to his room and set them
on his nightstand. he got
into his bed and scrolled
on his phone before you
arrived.

you walked into his room
with his shirt and droplets
of water trailing down your
hair.

"come here, i'll dry your
hair for you."

you smile as you sit
down between his legs.
his fingers softly trail
the strands of your hair
as he continues drying.

he brushes your hair when
he finishes. he gives you a
soft kiss on the back of your
head.

he wraps his arms around
your waist and pulls you
down onto the bed with
him. you turn around to
face him.

"you ready to talk about it?"

"'mhm."

"it's not a good thing, is it?"

he rubs your cheek with
his thumb. you softly nod
as you sadly smile.

"tell me, i'm all ears."

he leans in to press his
lips against your eyelid.
you wrap your arms
around his waist.

"i'm going to paris next week."

he furrows his eyebrows.

"but you just came back."

"my agency needs me to
attend paris fashion week."

"that's a good thing! you
always wanted to attend."

"my lover is so cool."

he cups your face and kisses
your lips multiple times. a soft
laugh leaves your mouth.

"but i won't be able to see
you again for a while."

"that's not good. maybe you
should bring me with you. put
me in your suitcase. they won't
know."

"security definitely won't catch us."

"for sure."

the silence that followed was
loud enough to know what was
going on in both of your minds.

"rin."

"hm?"

"i love you."

your saddened smile
breaks his heart, but he
smiles back. he tightens
his grip around you.

"i know. i love you too."

"how long are you going
to be there?"

"about two months."

he presses his forehead
against yours. he takes a
deep breath in and closes
his eyes.

"shit, that's long."

"rin?"

"hm?"

"we'll be okay."

"yes, we will."

he slowly opens his eyes.
he leans in and crashes
his lips against your tender
ones.

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