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Cold. Taehyung is cold.
He feels that his feet are frozen under the bedsheets.
But that is it. His naked body is only covered by a thin bedsheet without an additional blanket.
With half-opened eyes, he stretches his arm to Yoongi's side of the bed to confirm that, indeed, Yoongi took all the blanket to himself.
With a low groan, Taehyung pulls half of it off of Yoongi's body. He struggles a bit, given that the older has made himself a cocoon with it — limbs tangled with the covers.
After a few tugs, uncaring if he wakes up his boyfriend or not, he manages to get a portion of the blanket for himself. He covers his cold body with it and sighs at the warmth enveloping him.
However, his eyes shoot open when he registers his surroundings.
Why is Yoongi sleeping on his bed? Why is he naked? And why the hell is his head pounding so much?
The first two questions aren't uncommon for him, thus, he forgets about them and focuses on the last one.
His head feels like it's being squeezed on his temples with inhuman strength. The painful throbbing is making him feel all kinds of dizzy.
His eyes had closed the second he opened them and he was hit with intense pain. Unwillingly, he opens them again and stares in front of him.
This isn't his hotel room. And it isn't Yoongi's either. In fact, it looks nothing like the hotel they are staying at in London.
"What the fuck..." he whispers with a gruff voice as he scans the room, slowly moving his head from side to side with a dumbfounded expression.
He sees clothes scattered all over the floor and the furniture. Luckily, he spots his shirt lying on the floor right next to his side of the bed. He lowers his body to reach it and quickly puts it on.
He catches sight of his boxers on the other side of the room. Who the fuck threw them so far away?
Resentfully, he gets out of bed. This time, he's more careful to not wake up Yoongi who's still peacefully sleeping.
His feet hit the cold floor and it sends shivers all over his body. He hastily makes his way to his boxers with a deadly headache and puts them on — slightly losing his balance when he stands on one foot.
He feels lost. He doesn't know where he is or how he got here. And, worst of all, he doesn't remember anything about last night. His mind is completely blank as he tries to recall what he did that got him and Yoongi sleeping in a foreign hotel room.
Taehyung makes his way toward the windows that are covered with thick, burgundy curtains. In the way, he has to grab the chair and table to support his sleepy body and still dizzy mind.
When he reaches the curtains, he grabs the soft material and opens them.
He has to close his eyes when the intense sunlight hits his face, making him whine tiredly.
After he deems it safe enough, he opens them again. This time, his mouth falls open with a crack of his jaw. His eyes are suddenly wide open, unlike mere seconds ago, staring at the view in front of him.
To his knowledge, the Eiffel Tower is not part of the London scenery.
"What the actual fuck," he says again but with a steadier voice than before.
Taehyung rubs his eyes multiple times to get rid of the remaining sleepiness in his body. It doesn't change what he's seeing, though.
The sun is shining brightly on the blue sky, not a single cloud in sight. By the position of it, it might as well be noon.
The current hour doesn't bother him as much as something else right now. His eyes are strained on the Eiffel Tower, standing in all its victory just a few kilometers away from him. It looks bigger than what Taehyung thought.
Suddenly, he's fully awake.
He skips to the bed where an oblivious Yoongi is still sleeping and pounces on him.
"Hyung," Taehyung calls as he shakes Yoongi's body to wake him up. "Hyung wake up."
Unconsciously, Yoongi starts throwing his hands in the air to hopefully hit whatever is interrupting his precious sleep.
The younger grabs both of his wrists to stop him. "Yoongi hyung wake the fuck up," he says louder this time.
"The fuck d'you want," Yoongi slurs with his eyes still closed.
Tired of waiting, Taehyung pulls the covers off of him in a single motion.
"Taehyung-ah!" Yoongi complains when the cold air hits his naked body. He curls in himself and hugs himself to seek the warmth he just lost.
Taehyung wanders around the room to find his boyfriend's clothes, picking up his boxers and his hoodie. He walks back to the bed and dresses him, considering that Yoongi is still gaining his senses back.
"Ah," Yoongi whimpers, now dressed with just two pieces of clothing, holding his head with both hands and scrunching his face in pain.
Meanwhile, Taehyung takes two small bottles of water from the minibar and gives one to the older.
Without a word, Yoongi takes it and starts gulping down as if he had been thirsty for days.
"Where are we?" the older asks, rubbing his face with his hands, now realizing that this isn't his hotel room. He looks just as lost as Taehyung was when he woke up.
The younger is standing a few centimeters away from the bed, looking down at him when he answers, "Paris."
Yoongi stops his movements. "Huh?"
"We're in Paris, hyung."
"What the fuck are you saying," Yoongi replies, quickly getting out of bed and heading towards the windows. He loses his balance for a second when his hangover hits him like a truck.
He comes to a halt when he looks outside. "No fucking way," he whispers, taking in the sight in front of him. "Why—Where—How did we—"
"I don't know," Taehyung answers with a concerned look.
Without another word, Yoongi starts pacing around the room as if he was looking for something. Seconds later, he finds his phone on the table next to the TV.
He's still silent as he unlocks it and scrolls through the endless notifications on his screen.
"Fuck," he says. He has 16 missed calls from the other members and 78 unread messages. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"What is it?" The younger is now standing in front of him expectantly.
"We fucked up," is all Yoongi answers as he opens Kakao Talk.
Hoseok
Hyung where did you go??
I'm looking for you but you aren't in your room or the lobby
Hyung
Istg if you went out without a bodyguard I'm personally going to cut your dick off
Idc what Taehyung says about it
Namjoon
Hyung, are you with Tae?
The rest of us are looking for you two
Hyung??
Please be safe
Bangtan Boys
Seokjin: yah where did those two go??
Jimin: Tae told me he was going to Yoongi's room
Jungkook: I saw Yoongi hyung with a lot of vodka bottles an hour ago after we finished our schedules
Seokjin: if they get drunk they better not post stupid things online
Seokjin: if that happens again I'm changing the password
Namjoon: it was ONE time -_-
Hoseok: guys i went to hyung's room but no one answered
Jungkook : maybe they're fucking
Namjoon : jesus christ
Hoseok: no they weren't. i didn't hear anything from outside
Hoseok: it was dead silent
Jimin: Tae is not answering my calls
Namjoon: neither is Yoongi hyung
Seokjin: do you think they went out??
Namjoon: probably
Manager Sejin
Yoongi-ssi, I just got a call from Bang PD telling me someone took the jet and signed the departure with your name.
Is there a possibility that you took it?
I just contacted the pilot and he told me that you and Taehyung-ssi asked him to fly you to Paris with PD's permission?
Please, text me as soon as you read this message.
"Oh my god," Yoongi gasps, "what on earth did we do last night?" he asks Taehyung with wide eyes.
"All I remember was us making plans to go to your room last night and you bought a lot of vodka," the younger explains, now sitting on the edge of the bed looking up at his boyfriend's worried face. "We started drinking and I think we fucked after but the rest is blurry…"
"Okay...so," the older inhales sharply, "from your memories and the texts that I got, I'm assuming we got drunk—"
"Freaking wasted I'd say," Taehyung interrupts.
"Yeah, we got really fucking wasted and somehow made it to the airport to borrow our private jet and...flew to Paris?" he concludes.
"I mean...it looks like it?"
"And we apparently fucked when we got here too because my ass is sore," Yoongi adds, looking around the room and seeing their clothes all over the place.
Silence falls in the room. The couple staring at each other with unreadable expressions trying to take in the situation they got themselves in.
Suddenly, Taehyung's muffled laugh breaks the silence.
"What?" The older asks, making Taehyung break into a fit of giggles and then a contagious laugh that makes him unconsciously smile.
"Hyung," the younger starts between laughs, "We got drunk and flew to Paris," he says as if it were the funniest thing in the world.
"Yeah, I know that. But why are you laughing?"
"Because it's fucking hilarious!" Taehyung replies with a wide smile, not even bothering to contain his laughter.
"No, it's not!" Yoongi counters, but is unable to hide his amusement.
"Yes, it is!"
Taehyung is now standing up searching for his phone. He finds it inside the pocket of his jeans that were on the floor next to the bed. He unlocks it and checks the time.
"It's only 1 pm. We can go sightseeing!" he exclaims with glowing eyes.
"PD is going to murder us, Tae," the older states.
"C'mon, don't think about that now. We're in Paris! I've always wanted to visit Paris!"
It's obvious how much Taehyung likes the situation they're in. Granted, it's not ideal, but waking up in the city he's always dreamed of visiting with the love of his life by his side is something he will definitely take advantage of.
Yoongi looks unsure, but he can't deny the fondness in his eyes when he looks at Taehyung happily dressing up in yesterday's clothes to go out and walk around Paris with him.
"Okay," he says, "okay, let's go out."
Taehyung stares at him with hopeful eyes. "Really?"
Yoongi nods his head several times like he's also convincing himself.
It's too much information to digest in just a couple of minutes. According to the texts from the other members, their manager, Taehyung, and what he can see outside the window, Yoongi can confirm one thing.
This is the craziest and most messed up situation he's been in — though it will make a good drinking story for the future.
They are in the middle of a world tour with sold-out stadiums in multiple countries all over the globe and here he is, waking up in Paris with no recollection of what happened the night before.
Nonetheless, if he's being honest, he finds it a bit funny, and his boyfriend certainly looks excited to be here with him.
Pushing his worries away, he grabs the rest of his clothes and starts dressing up to go out and get familiar with the city of love with his boyfriend. He can worry about Bang PD scolding them for the rest of eternity when they get back to London.
"But we have to call the others. They must be worried sick," he comments, taking out his phone and looking for Namjoon's contact.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll text Jiminie."
Yoongi patiently waits for the leader to pick up the phone. After five rings, he hears Namjoon's panicked voice on the other line.
"Hello? Yoongi hyung?" he asks with a worried tone that makes Yoongi feel bad.
"Hey…Namjoonie…" He's unsure about how he should approach the subject.
"Where are you? Is Taehyung with you? Are you safe?"
Shit, he sounds really worried.
"Yeah, Taehyungie is with me," he takes a quick look at the younger who's texting with Jimin with a sorry look on his face. "We're safe. We're—"
"Oh thank goodness," his words are interrupted by Namjoon's loud sigh. "I was about to get a rescue team or something."
Yoongi can't help but chuckle. Of course, he would do something like that.
"We're okay, Namjoonie. No need to worry."
"Where are you guys? Do you want me to call someone to pick you up?"
Well, here it goes.
"We're in Paris," Yoongi blurts out.
The line is silent for a while. Yoongi thinks that maybe the call got cut off or Namjoon hung up. He detaches the phone from his ear to look at the screen, though it says the call is still ongoing.
"Namjoon?" he tries.
"You—WHAT?" His loud voice makes Yoongi slightly flinch. "Hyung, this isn't funny. Stop with the bullshit and tell me where you are."
"I just told you. We are in Paris," Yoongi maintains a calm voice, contrary to how Namjoon sounds on the other side of the phone.
"You're not kidding?" he asks in disbelief.
"Nope," Yoongi simply replies.
Another loud sigh from the leader. "Why are you— How did you two end up in Paris?" he asks, trying to let the news sink in.
"I don't know, exactly…"
"What do you mean you don't know?" Namjoon is starting to lose his patience.
"Well, from what I could grasp between you all's texts and Tae's blurry memories," he starts, "we got wasted last night in my room and took the private jet and just...flew to Paris I guess."
"I don't get paid enough for this," he hears Namjoon muttering lowly.
"Joon-ah, don't worry. We woke up in a hotel room and I checked Twitter recently and it seems that no one figured out we're here," Yoongi tries to calm him, knowing that he is going to start blaming himself even though it was not his fault in the least.
"When are you coming back?" the leader suddenly asks.
"Uhm…" the older ponders on it for a few seconds. "Tae wants to go sightseeing, so I'm going with him."
"Yoongi hyung."
"I know, I know. It's not a brilliant idea but neither was flying to Paris in the middle of the night while drunk."
"You don't say?" he sarcastically replies.
"We'll be careful, I promise."
Namjoon sighs for the nth time during their phone call. "Just— please don't let anyone recognize you. I don't want you two to get hurt."
"We won't."
"Take care," is the last thing Namjoon says before ending the call.
That could've gone worse, Yoongi thinks.
"Shit," he hears Taehyung mumble, patting his thighs and waist multiple times. "I don't have my wallet."
"You—," Yoongi sighs, "where is it?" he decides to ask instead.
"Uhm...in London?" Taehyung replies like it's the most obvious thing in the universe.
"What—"
"Why would I bring my wallet to your hotel room if we were gonna fuck?"
Yoongi goes silent for a second. "Okay, fair point."
"Do you...have yours?" the younger asks carefully.
"Yeah, I do. I always have my wallet in my pants," Yoongi responds matter-of-factly.
"Great!" Taehyung beams, heading towards the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.
The older is left alone in the unknown hotel room. He takes in the decoration, admiring the antique furniture. The bed is comfortable, too. Despite his hangover, he was able to sleep well in it.
Who would've thought drunk Taehyung and Yoongi would have great taste in picking hotels?
Twenty minutes later, they are standing outside the hotel's front door with their heads still pounding like crazy.
They decide to go to a pharmacy to buy aspirin and masks to hide their identity. It shouldn't be a problem, considering that their fans think they are in London right now.
Taehyung is elated beyond his mind. He's dreamed of visiting Paris since he was a kid. To admire the antique architecture, eat their delicious cuisine, wander around museums, and hopefully get kissed under the Eiffel Tower.
Call him sappy, but he thinks it would be cute.
It's a bit cold outside, but their clothes and the sunny day are more than enough to keep them warm.
"I'm starving," Yoongi comments while they walk down the streets of Paris. His stomach has been grumbling ever since he texted their manager back in the hotel room to tell them that they are fine.
"Let's have breakfast at a cute café!" Taehyung suggests, more than happy to try food from Paris.
"I think lunch is more appropriate."
It's 2 pm and their stomachs are begging to be filled.
They wander around the city with no guidance whatsoever. The maps app is completely forgotten as they walk through the captivating streets of the capital of France.
How can they be worried when they get to spend the day together in a beautiful city with no interruptions?
The walls of the buildings are colored a faint beige with plants and flowers hanging from balconies, making it look like an aesthetically pleasing picture found on Pinterest.
They pass by all sorts of shops, stopping a few times to buy silly things as souvenirs from their impromptu trip to the city of love. Although they are supposed to be a reminder of a trip, both of them are completely sure that they won't ever forget about this experience — souvenir or not.
Yoongi spots a small restaurant with tables placed on the sidewalk, each of them with an umbrella to cover the customers from the bright sunlight.
"Taehyungie," he calls, "let's eat here."
The younger quickly agrees and they make their way down the street toward the restaurant.
With the few things they know in English, they tell the waitress that they want to eat outside. Thankfully, she understands, so she guides them to the entrance and points at an empty table.
The waitress promptly hands them a menu and leaves them alone for them to decide.
"Should we order a full course meal?" Taehyung asks. "The appetizers sound amazing."
He inspects the " une entrée " section of the menu and his mouth practically waters with all the options.
"And you're paying anyway," he adds.
Yoongi rolls his eyes but agrees. It's been proven to be impossible to deny Taehyung anything.
The younger calls the waitress and tells her what they want: a Bouillabaisse as the appetizer, a Ratatouille as the main dish, and a chocolate souffle as the dessert.
"Ratatouille? Seriously?" Yoongi inquires with an amused smile after the waitress leaves with their order written down.
"I hope Remy is the chef," Taehyung says, earning a giggle from his boyfriend.
The soup they have as an appetizer ended up being a great option considering the cold weather. Its smell had Taehyung almost drooling, sighing contentedly at the taste of it.
"Great restaurant choice," the younger comments in between spoonfuls of soup.
Yoongi hums after swallowing. "I know right. Apparently, both drunk and sober me know how to choose places to eat and sleep at."
"Thank goodness for that. I don't know how we didn't end up in a nasty motel."
"Probably because drunk you would've whined about not liking the bed," Yoongi replied with a snicker.
"You know me so well," Taehyung gives him a sweet smile before setting down his spoon.
A couple of minutes later, the waitress comes back to pick up the empty bowl and bring them their next dish.
"I'm oddly excited about trying this," Yoongi says, looking at the steaming bowl of Ratatouille in front of them.
"It smells amazing," the younger answers, subtly lowering his face to inhale the smell. "I'm gonna take a pic."
He takes a portion out of the bowl and sets it on a separate plate. Then, he opens the camera app on his phone and snaps a perfect picture of their lunch.
"Bon appetit," he says after pocketing his phone.
The rest of the hour passes by with them happily munching their finger-licking lunch and admiring the pretty view — which, to Yoongi, is Taehyung more than Paris.
Fortunately, no one has recognized them yet. Though if you look hard enough, you will realize it’s them. Kim Taehyung and Min Yoongi from the biggest boyband in the world, having lunch at a small restaurant in the middle of Paris. Surely there would be news articles popping up on Naver about their trip, but none of them seem to care about it for now.
They share their dessert while holding hands over the table. Yoongi’s thumb caresses the top of Taehyung’s hand sweetly. The latter tries to feed his boyfriend a bite of the chocolate souffle and after a fit of pleas, he gives in.
" Vous faites un couple mignon," an old lady sitting by herself on the table next to them speaks up, looking at both of them with a fond expression.
Taehyung and Yoongi exchange looks, not understanding a single word the lady said but noticing that they were directed to them.
"We're...tourists," Taehyung tells her in English so she knows that they don't understand French.
"Oh! Pardon me. I said you two make a cute couple," she replies with an accent and a faint smile.
This time they both understand. A slight blush spreads across Yoongi's cheeks and Taehyung internally coos.
"Merci madame," he politely answers with the few French words he knows.
The lady doesn't say anything else and picks up the book she was previously reading.
Yoongi clears his throat and slowly separates his hand from the younger’s, placing it on his lap instead. “Should we uhm— ask for the check?”
Taehyung can’t help but smile fondly at his shyness. “Sure.”
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The couple spends the next two hours strolling around Paris’s streets and, per Taehyung’s request, visiting museums.
It’s not like Yoongi dislikes them anyway. He’s more than happy to comply and accompany his boyfriend to all the places he wants to go. He feels that he’s the luckiest man alive. Getting to see Taehyung eagerly explaining artwork with his eyes full of amazement is something he will forever cherish.
“Hyung! Take a picture of me,” Taehyung exclaims, handing his phone to Yoongi and posing in front of him.
He recently bought (more like Yoongi recently bought) a souvenir from the museum's gift shop — a small replica of an artwork he likes. He stands in front of said artwork that’s hanging on the wall with the souvenir covering half of his face.
“Thank you,” he beams, almost stealing a peck from him but instantly remembering that they are in public. Although they haven’t encountered any fans or, worst of all, sasaengs, he’s still wary about being too affectionate in public. “I’ll send it to Jiminie.”
Me
Peek-a-boo
Jiminie
Taehyungie🥺🥺🥺
I hope you’re having fun bby
Me
I am!
Paris is so nice Jiminie
I think I’m in love
Jiminie
You’re not wearing a mask tho
I don’t want people to recognize you two :/
Me
Don’t worry I just took it off for the pic
No one knows we’re here
They think we’re in London lol
Jiminie
Well that’s what I thought too this morning
Me
🙃🙃🙃
Anyways I gtg
Jiminie
Ttyl <3
oh and jungkook wants macaroons
Me
Noted
“Baby,” Yoongi softly calls out, making Taehyung turn his head to him. “There’s somewhere else I want to go.”
“Sure, let’s go.”
They keep walking until they reach the place Yoongi has in mind. They climb up stone stairs and end up on a rooftop that looks like an abandoned parking lot.
There is no one around, so Yoongi can freely interlace their fingers together.
Taehyung gasps when he sees the view. Much like what he saw when he first woke up, the Eiffel Tower is clearly visible from where they stand. It looks even bigger than what he saw from the hotel room.
“Oh my god,” he whispers, admiring the landscape. “It’s beautiful,” he tugs at Yoongi’s hand to lead them further into the rooftop, stopping at the low stone wall that works as a barrier.
“We can’t go too close to the Eiffel Tower. It’s always crowded and the risk of getting spotted is too high,” Yoongi explains.
“I understand,” the younger answers with a wide smile, tilting his head to the side to lock eyes with his boyfriend before adding, “it’s perfect here.”
“Here, let me take a picture of you,” Yoongi says, letting go of his hand and walking backward a few steps with his phone in his hand.
“I feel like I took a hundred pictures today,” the younger comments but poses to take another one. He stands sideways with his arm up and his fingers forming a peace sign. Yoongi places the camera at the perfect angle in order for the peace sign to be right in front of the Eiffel Tower
“How can I not take pictures of you when you look like that?” the older says after taking a perfect shot.
“And how do I look?” Taehyung challenges as he raises his right eyebrow.
“Happy,” Yoongi responds. “You look very happy.”
Taehyung’s heart feels like it did a backflip. His eyes soften as he reaches again for his boyfriend’s hand, pulling him towards himself.
“That’s because I am,” he whispers against his lips before closing the gap between them in a tender kiss.
With no one around, he can finally kiss Yoongi with all the love he’s carrying. They hold each other tightly as they melt into the kiss, soft lips pressing against each other with all the care and adoration they have.
Maybe he can’t get kissed under the Eiffel Tower, but this right here feels ten times better than what a cliché fantasy would. Holding Yoongi in his arms and kissing him passionately with Paris right at their feet, is worth every hangover and any restrictions they encounter along the way.
“Let’s go buy macaroons,” Yoongi mumbles against Taehyung’s lips.
“Fuck yeah,” he replies eagerly.
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Nighttime has fallen in the city of love.
Taehyung and Yoongi are sitting in an empty café after a long day of sightseeing. They took their masks off ever since they arrived and saw that they were the last customers of the day.
Now, they sit at a small table with their chairs next to each other, shoulders touching as they scroll through all the pictures they took today.
“This one is cute,” Taehyung comments when they scroll past a picture of Yoongi sitting on a sofa in their hotel's lobby. “You look like a curious kitten.”
“Enough with the cat thing!” the older protests, although Taehyung doesn’t miss the blush that decorates Yoongi’s soft cheeks. He leans in and pecks his right cheek with a loud smack.
“You’re my cute kitten,” he says sweetly, earning a pinch on his thigh.
They keep silently scrolling through their camera rolls as well as drinking the coffee they ordered when Yoongi receives a text notification from Namjoon.
Namjoon
Hey hyung
Yoongi stares at Taehyung with a confused glare. “Do you think he’s mad we’re not back yet?” he asks.
“Maybe. He doesn’t have to worry, though. We don’t have another concert until Friday and it’s only Tuesday.”.
“We have a rehearsal on Thursday, though,” Yoongi reminds him.
Me
Hi Joon
What’s up?
Namjoon
I’m assuming you’re still in Paris right?
Me
Good guess
Namjoon
I just wanted to let you know that PD wants you back tomorrow night
Me
We’ll go back tomorrow at noon
I already spoke with the pilot
Namjoon
Great
And btw
Jin is demanding a souvenir
He said that if you don’t bring him one he’ll disinherit you
Me
Yeah yeah
I got it don’t worry
“We forgot to buy Seokjin hyung a souvenir,” Yoongi blurts out.
“Oh fuck.”
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Just like Yoongi had thought this morning, the bed is amazingly comfortable.
He’s lying on his side with damp hair as he mindlessly scrolls through social media while waiting for Taehyung to finish with his shower.
A few minutes later, he hears the stream get shut down and his boyfriend stepping outside the bathroom wearing just a white t-shirt that says “I❤️PARIS”.
“Seriously Tae?” he asks unamused. “Out of all the shirts you could’ve bought, you chose that one?”
“This shirt is a must,” he replies, plugging in his phone to the charger he borrowed from the lobby. “In every movie, every time a character gets stranded in a foreign city, they buy this type of shirt.”
“Yeah, when they don’t have a penny to buy something outside a convenience store.”
“Would you have preferred that I used your card to buy a designer shirt from Louis Vuitton?” Taehyung asks playfully.
“That shirt is so pretty baby!” Yoongi says with fake enthusiasm, earning a snort from his boyfriend.
“I know,” he answers as he slips inside the warm covers. “But it’s not prettier than you,” he whispers against the older’s ear, successfully making him blush.
“Come here,” Yoongi demands in lieu of answering his cheesy phrase.
He opens his arms to welcome the younger in between them. The latter complies and wraps himself all over Yoongi’s torso, sighing contentedly at the smell of soap and hotel shampoo that they’re both carrying.
They stay silent for a while, letting tiredness take over their bodies as they cuddle.
Taehyung takes the opportunity to recollect everything they did today. He remembers being slightly panicked when he woke up in an unknown hotel room. That panic turned into shock after he opened the curtains and was met with nothing else but the Eiffel Tower. He laughs about it now, however, he was afraid of what would happen.
Thankfully, Yoongi helped him ease his worries and just let himself enjoy. It’s something the older constantly does — though not on purpose most of the time. Yoongi has taught him over the years to enjoy life and not let his worries eat him alive. After they started dating, he could see how he also struggles with different things, but they help each other overcome any barrier they might face. They compliment each other, and Taehyung will be forever grateful to have Yoongi in his life. Especially if he can call him his lover.
“Thank you for today,” Taehyung whispers, breaking the long silence.
Yoongi tightens his hold on him. “There’s nothing to thank me for. I was more than happy to be by your side today.”
“That’s why I’m thanking you,” he tilts his head and rests his chin on the older’s chest, looking up at him and saying, “for being with me, by my side. That will always make me happy.”
Yoongi lets a fond smile appear on his face. “What’s gotten into you, huh?”
The younger sighs. “It’s the city of love. It’s having an effect on me.”
“I love you,” Yoongi says, staring down at him with the softest look on his face.
“I love you too,” Taehyung says back, prompting himself slightly up to press his lips against his boyfriend’s. “I’ll never forget this day.”
“Me neither.”
They fall asleep in each other’s arms, whispering sweet nothings with the light of the lit-up Eiffel Tower coming from the window reflecting on them.
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[BREAKING] BTS’ SUGA AND V SPOTTED IN PARIS YESTERDAY.
The pair have been spotted by French ARMY sightseeing around Paris between 2 PM and 10 PM. The group is currently in London preparing for the next concert of their worldwide tour “Love Yourself: Speak Yourself” in Wembley. Questions around their fans arise as to why they were walking around the streets of Paris on May 22nd.
clary⁷ @chanelxjimin
TAEGI WERE IN PARIS AND NONE OF YOU BITCHES TOLD ME?????
M🌈 @_PinkJimin_
They were in my country how didn’t i know??
´ @taegisbitch
WDYM TAEGI WENT ON A DATE IN FREAKING PARIS???
taehyung’s wife⁷ @outrotaegi
taegi were spotted together WHERE??
L⁷ @taegi_luvr
y’all we’re getting a taegi subunit next album
´ @taegisbitch Replying to @taegi_luvr
ur @ is clapped
L⁷ @taegi_luvr Replying to @taegisbitch
uncalled for????
“Shit,” Taehyung says looking down at his phone and then up at the members eating in front of him. “They know we were in Paris yesterday.”
Jimin silently unlocks his phone and opens Twitter, only to find “TAEGI” trending number 1 worldwide, followed by “PARIS” and “THEY WERE ON A DATE”.
“Well,” Namjoon starts, “it was bound to happen.”
“At least they didn’t catch you kissing under the Eiffel Tower,” Jungkook pips in.
“That would’ve been a mess,” Hoseok comments.
“Like Jungkook sucking on Jimin’s ear in front of ninety thousand people?” Seokjin asks unamused.
“Nah, that was cute,” Hoseok replies, earning a kick from under the table.
“They think we took the time off we had in between concerts and went to Paris for tourism,” Yoongi replies with a shrug.
“If only they knew,” Taehyung adds.
방탄소년단 @BTS_twt
Paris✌💜
#V
tita⁷ @minieggukiee Replying to @BTS_twt
it says “SUGAr ray robinson” y’all we’re gonna get a taegi subunit
방탄소년단 @BTS_twt
Thank you Paris😘
#슈가
Me
This one is just for you baby
Yoonie <3
❤️❤️❤️
Next time let's go to Berlin
Me
Deal
clary @chanelxjimin
sooooooo, who wants to bet that taegi got drunk and ended up flying to paris?