𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. | 𝘚𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭

01

╰┈The city of love~Paris  ┈╯

To Felix and Hyunjin, Paris felt like a love letter written just for them. Every corner alive with sweetness, every moment humming with love. It wasn’t just the sights or sounds—it was how the city seemed to hold them, weaving their hearts into its golden tapestry.

They awoke in their suite to the soft kiss of morning light spilling through the curtains. Felix lay curled against Hyunjin’s chest, his head rising and falling with each gentle breath. Hyunjin stirred first, his fingers combing lazily through Felix’s hair as he whispered, “Good morning, mon amour.” Felix’s lips curved into a sleepy smile as he snuggled closer.

Each day began with leisurely breakfasts on the terrace, where Felix insisted on trying every kind of pastry the hotel offered. Croissants, pain au chocolat, delicate fruit tarts—they all disappeared between shared bites and quiet laughter. “You’re going to eat all of Paris,” Hyunjin teased, brushing a crumb from Felix’s lips before leaning in to steal a kiss.

They explored the city hand in hand, their steps unhurried as they let the rhythm of Paris guide them. In Montmartre, artists waved them over, eager to sketch their portraits, but Hyunjin insisted on sketching Felix himself. “You’re my muse,” he murmured, his charcoal strokes capturing Felix’s features with care. Felix blushed under the intensity of Hyunjin’s gaze, playfully swatting at him when he realized Hyunjin had drawn a tiny heart at the corner of the page.

In quiet museums, Felix’s awe echoed like a melody as he stood in front of masterpieces. Hyunjin didn’t care for the paintings—his masterpiece was right there, his hand brushing against Hyunjin’s every time he reached out to point at something. They left their mark on the city in their own quiet ways—locking fingers on riverboats, giggling at tiny cafes, sneaking kisses under bridges.

When night fell, Paris glowed for them. They had dinner on the terrace of a tiny restaurant tucked away in a hidden alley, their table lit by the soft flicker of candles. Felix tilted his head, the golden light reflecting in his eyes as Hyunjin reached across the table to tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear. “You make the stars jealous,” Hyunjin whispered, his words so quiet, yet they left Felix breathless.

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The morning light in Paris was delicate, filtering softly through the white curtains of their suite. The sun, already climbing higher into the sky, bathed the room in a gentle glow, casting long shadows on the floor. Felix woke first, his body slowly stretching beneath the warm blankets. The sound of Hyunjin’s steady breathing beside him made him smile, a sense of quiet peace settling over him. He’d been holding onto this trip, this dream, and now it was slipping away, each moment ticking by like sand through his fingers.

He turned his head, gazing at Hyunjin as he slept. His features were relaxed, the lines of tension that so often appeared in Hyunjin’s face after a long day completely gone. Felix’s heart ached as he studied his husband, so effortlessly beautiful even in his slumber. He couldn’t help but brush a stray lock of hair from Hyunjin’s forehead, marveling at how perfect he looked. How perfect they were together.

Hyunjin stirred, a soft, contented hum slipping from his lips. His eyes blinked open, still heavy with sleep, until they focused on Felix. His lips curled into a slow, sleepy smile, and Felix felt his heart skip a beat.

“Good morning, love,” Hyunjin whispered.

Felix smiled, resting his head on Hyunjin’s chest, letting the warmth of his body seep into him. “Morning,” Felix replied softly. “It’s our last day here.”