Y/n's POV:
As the morning sunlight painted our room in a soft glow, I gradually opened my eyes, greeted by a gentle soreness that resonated through my body. Yoongi, already awake, gazed at me with a warm smile and whispered, "Good morning, kitten," planting a sweet kiss on my forehead. Shyness enveloped me, and I instinctively hid my face beneath the blanket.
Yoongi chuckled, his laughter a comforting melody. "Come on, love, show me that beautiful face," he teased. With a playful pout, I peeked out, only to find myself clad in one of his shirts. Blushing, I couldn't help but feel his eyes on me, their intensity making my heart flutter.
"Looks like someone's enjoying the view," Yoongi remarked, his tone playful yet filled with admiration. Embarrassed, I muttered, "Stop teasing," but his laughter only grew louder.
After a moment, I mustered the courage to leave the bed and head to the bathroom. However, my body, still resonating with the echoes of our passionate night, protested. I winced, and Yoongi's concern immediately surfaced. "Is it hurting?" he asked gently, his eyes filled with genuine care.
Attempting to downplay it, I replied, "It's fine," but the concern in his eyes persisted. Without a word, Yoongi swept me into his arms, carrying me to the bathroom. The tenderness in his actions melted my heart, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for this man who cared for me so deeply.
After some time, I emerged feeling both physically and emotionally refreshed. The morning routine continued with Yoongi arranging breakfast, and I playfully suggested dining out. However, Yoongi, with excitement in his eyes, declared we were running late for a day filled with various activities.
Quickly finishing our breakfast, we headed to the car, where I found myself absentmindedly scrolling through Instagram. To my surprise, our wedding videos and photos were trending. Yoongi noticed my expression and joined me in observing the online buzz.
"Look at us, taking over the internet," he teased, a proud smile playing on his lips. I couldn't help but giggle at his enthusiasm. However, we refrained from delving into the comments section, well aware that amidst countless well-wishes, there might be a fraction trying to dampen our spirits.
As the car whisked us away to explore the day's adventures, Yoongi reached for my hand, intertwining our fingers. "Ignore the noise, love. What matters is us, our journey," he said, his gaze filled with sincerity.
And in that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude. Together, we navigated not just the physical spaces but also the intricacies of a love story that continued to grow with each passing moment.
Yoongi's POV:
Our first destination in the city of love was the iconic Eiffel Tower.
As we approached, its majestic silhouette loomed against the Parisian sky, a symbol of romance that never failed to captivate.
Y/n's eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and awe. "Yoongi, it's even more stunning up close," she exclaimed. I couldn't agree more. We stood hand in hand, the wrought-iron lattice structure towering above us. The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow, painting the Eiffel Tower in hues of gold.
We decided to ascend to the top, eager to witness Paris from its most enchanting vantage point. The elevator ride was filled with anticipation, and as the doors opened, the panoramic view unfolded before us. The city sprawled beneath, its landmarks merging into a mesmerizing tapestry.
Y/n's gaze mirrored the city lights as they began to twinkle. "This is breathtaking," she whispered. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, drawing her close. "Not as breathtaking as you," I replied, a playful glint in my eyes.
As we descended, we found a quiet spot on the grounds of the Eiffel Tower. The evening was settling in, casting a romantic ambiance. "Yoongi, thank you for bringing me here. It's a dream come true," Y/n said, her voice filled with gratitude.
I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my fingers lingering on her cheek. "Anything for you, Kitten," I replied. The city lights painted Y/n's face in a soft glow, and in that moment, I knew that our journey through Paris had only just begun.
Y/n's POV:
After the enchanting visit to the Eiffel Tower, Yoongi and I decided to explore a quaint Parisian cafe for lunch. The streets were lined with charming bistros, each offering a unique blend of flavors.
We stumbled upon a cozy cafe with outdoor seating, adorned with vibrant flowers and the aroma of freshly baked pastries wafting through the air. Yoongi held the chair for me, and we settled into a perfect spot overlooking a bustling Parisian street.
The waiter handed us menus, and Yoongi, ever the food enthusiast, suggested trying the local specialties. "How about we share a croque-monsieur and a classic French onion soup?" he suggested, his eyes reflecting the excitement of culinary exploration.
I couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "Sounds perfect, Yoongi. Let's indulge in some authentic French delights," I replied, our eyes meeting in shared anticipation.
As we waited for our order, Yoongi initiated a playful conversation. "You know, Kitten, I read that Paris is known for its romantic ambiance. Do you feel the love in the air?" he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
I chuckled, enjoying the lighthearted banter. "Absolutely, Yoongi. It's like the city itself is serenading us with love songs," I replied, savoring the romantic atmosphere that surrounded us.
Our laughter echoed, blending with the lively sounds of the street. The food arrived, and we savored every bite, the flavors transporting us to a world of culinary delight. Between bites, Yoongi shared stories of his favorite travel experiences, each tale accompanied by animated expressions that kept me captivated.
As lunch came to an end, Yoongi surprised me with a small box. Opening it, I found a delicate silver bracelet adorned with a tiny Eiffel Tower charm. "A token to remember our first day in Paris," he explained, his eyes filled with affection.
I embraced him, feeling the warmth of his love. "Yoongi, it's perfect. Thank you for making every moment special," I expressed, wearing the bracelet as a symbol of our unforgettable day.
With the aroma of French coffee lingering in the air, we left the cafe hand in hand, ready to continue our exploration of the romantic city that had already woven its magic around us
Yoongi POV
As the evening draped Paris in a golden glow, Y/n and I embarked on a romantic boat cruise along the Seine River. The city lights shimmered on the water, casting a spell of enchantment. Y/n leaned against the boat's railing, her eyes reflecting the beauty around us. "Yoongi, this feels like a dream," she said. I pulled her close, replying, "Well, it's our dream, and we're living it."
We sailed beneath iconic bridges, the soft hum of the boat accompanied by our laughter. Y/n turned to me, her eyes sparkling. "Yoongi, do you remember the first time we met?" she asked. I smiled, recounting our journey. "Like it was yesterday," I replied, "and look how far we've come."
The boat docked, and we strolled along the Seine's banks, the city's heartbeat echoing in the distance. As we approached a quaint café, Y/n's eyes lit up. "How about a nightcap?" she suggested. Seated under the Parisian stars, we shared stories, laughter, and whispered promises.
Later, a candlelit dinner awaited us at a charming bistro. The air was thick with romance, the flickering candles casting a warm glow. Y/n playfully teased, "Yoongi, you're spoiling me." I grinned, "You deserve the world, Kitten."
Post-dinner, we found ourselves at a street artist's corner. Mesmerized by the vibrant paintings, Y/n turned to me. "Let's get our portrait done," she proposed. Posed in front of the artist, we exchanged glances, our smiles frozen in time on the canvas-a tangible memory of our night.
Returning to our hotel, we stood on the balcony overlooking the city's lights. The Eiffel Tower stood tall, a silent witness to our love story. "Yoongi, Paris is incredible," Y/n said. I took her hand, replying, "Not as incredible as the moments we're creating together."
Under the moonlit sky, surrounded by the whispers of Paris, our dialogues wove a tapestry of love. Each word, each shared gaze, etched into the pages of our story, making this night in Paris an unforgettable chapter in the book of us.