Milan Fashion Week

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On the plane to Milan I got so much work done, despite being next to Tae. We listened to music together and we could actually act all lovey dovey because no one would know who we were just a normal couple.

Tae watched me sketch as he also scribbled  in his notebook. He worked. I worked, it felt nice for 5 hours but after that we still had 7 to go. We napped, watched the movie and talked.

Getting our luggage was a nightmare but I found both of our bags. I swear we need to get custom Gucci because everyone has the same damn suitcase and if it weren't for our Iron Man and Captain America luggage tags that clashed it wouldn't have our luggage. Also that's our strategy because BSB loves to lose their luggage. Who do you think either finds it and or buys them clothing... that's me.

In the rental car, Tae drove to our hotel, I was looking over my planner seeing when I had my meetings. "Did you plan our entire trip?" Tae sounds almost annoyed but in his voice I know he has a plan behind his words.

"You can stay with me with my meetings, it will please everyone to see you" I tell him still copying the schedule into my phone.

"I don't want to work this trip. I don't want everything to be scheduled out. I just want things to happen. I love surprises"

"You hate surprises." I remind him.

"Maybe I've changed."

"Not likely at the airport you weren't happy about the price of the coffee going up. Now you want to be the man to go with the flow" I chuckled slightly

"This week is going to be dangerous and fabulous so why not just let things happen" At a stop light Tae looks to me, he takes one of his hands off the steering wheel and puts it on my thigh. "Oh and another thing I won't be making any moves on you. You are in charge of all the romance this week"

I stare at him and I swear my eyebrow arches, "Nothing will happen. We're in a place with so much fashion, food and culture. I don't know if I penciled that in"

Tae directs his attention back to the road, "You have gone almost 20 years without romance. I don't think you can stay away" He removes his hand from my thigh and I instantly miss it. I sigh at the loss of touch and Tae just smirks. "Better make time for it then"

Fu.ck you, baby.

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When we get to the hotel, Tae is stopped by the cameras, he's not even wearing anything special just his airport clothes but because it's Orion. I'm thankful though I can hide, wearing his leather jacket because I got cold on the plane. Checking in was very easy all under my name no need for fake names or anything. We were being very risky coming to this trip without bodyguards or managers. I feel like this was a test to see how we did on our own. Tae and I still have to be discreet about our being together. When I got out of the car I was wearing his baseball hat as well to hide, I came into the lobby took it off to reveal my blouse and shorts combo.

When Tae came back in I acted like a fan and took my notebook out, we planned all this, "Can I have your autograph?" I ask him and regret handing him my planner with the roomkey in the pages because he writes his stupid signature all over the schedule I wrote.

"Here you are, good to see a fan" He gave me a wink and I about rolled my eyes.

I make it to the room first and our luggage is already there. The room is so beautiful, there's a big white king bed, a balcony that overlooks the beautiful view of Milan, the historic buildings, framed by the lovely white curtains now moving in the breeze. There's a TV and there's mini bar, as well as a chaise lounge. The bathroom is what I'm concerned with it has marble all over it, the floor, walls, sink and shower that's big even for 5, and the tub with it's jets. I look into the mirror and I'm a mess. I'm wearing such little makeup because of travel, my outfit is not what I want, I'm just all over not comfortable. My first order of business is to change my outfit. Going into my suitcase I pull out my outfit, a grey long trench coat and then a white light sweater and boyfriend jeans. I lay it all out on the bed when I hear the door open.

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