Temptation [ Min Yoongi | ENG ]

E I G H T Y S E V E N

We returned to the hotel in the early evening and did not leave it again.

The Sunday was reserved for a long walk starting at the Jardin du Luxembourg and passing by the Notre Dame Cathedral, the Louvre Carousel, Jardin de Tuileries, Concordia Square, Champs-Élysées and finally the Arc de Triomphe.

We chose to eat on the street and at the end of the day I no longer felt my feet and my whole body was throbbing. I was completely out of shape for this type of activity.

We had dinner in a small brasserie and went back to the hotel.

Yoongi sank with me in the bathtub full of hot water and helped me massage my legs. He ran his fingers along the muscles in my calves, copying the design of the tattoos. We stayed there until the water was cold enough to start to bother us.

He got up and opened the drain to make the water go and then turned on the shower, encouraging me to take a real shower.

We opened the bedroom window and smoked in hiding, like two criminals. Or like two kids who know they're doing something wrong, but do it anyway.

I laid down on the bed and turned on the television, looking for something to watch. I found a movie that was not dubbed and let the English language fill the room.

Yoongi laid down next to me and I couldn't tell who slept before, but I woke up in the morning to a group of French people talking while having breakfast.

I turned on the bed and realized that it was empty on the side where he was supposed to be. A few moments later, I heard a noise from the bathroom and realized that he was there. He came out already dressed in his jeans and a clean T-shirt, his bare feet and arms exposed, looking extremely attractive to me.

"What are you doing?" I asked, covering my head with the comforter. He sat next to me on the bed and turned off the television.

"It's half past nine and I wanted to see that mini statue of liberty on the River Seine."

"Hm..."

"You can stay and sleep more."

"I do want to." I mumbled from where I was.

"So stay. I'll go there and get back to you quickly." He spoke, while feeling my body form over the thick fabric.

"Don't do that or I won't let you go." I warned him, in a more willing voice.

"Hm... I would stay for that."

"So stay."

"No, I just want to see this tour. I'll be back in about two hours."

"Okay, be careful." I said and felt his weight change on the bed and his body heat against mine, before he kissed me on the forehead.

"Don't worry. I love you."

"Love you too."

I slept for some time and finally got up, going to the small desk in the corner of the room to get something to eat in the grocery bags we left there.

I took another shower while sitting, enjoying the luxury to which I had access and thought about how Yoongi's house also had a bathtub. For some reason I never used it if I showered alone. If that house would also be mine and that bathroom would also be mine, that bathtub would also be mine, would I use it more?

I needed to speak to the real estate agent of my apartment. I remembered that while thinking about my future baths.

I got out of the shower and dressed in another change of clothes he had brought for me. I was just in my shirt and jeans while I waited for him.

I left a pair of socks on the bed and my sweatshirt, too, before putting everything back in the bag. It wasn't that much. I had no pajamas to put away, and the clothes from the previous days were just underwear properly kept in a separate bag and our T-shirts. Yoongi was an efficient suitcase packer.

I put everything in the suitcase, including our personal care items and laid down on the bed again while waiting for him. I turned on the television and watched the end of the morning show where people pretended to be in a living room while addressing different subjects.

I took my phone and searched my contacts for the real estate email address, I wrote a message asking what were the procedures when moving out of the apartment. I felt a little numb while doing this, recognizing clear signs of my anxiety manifesting. I knew that feeling was a response from my body while my mind knew what should be done. My heart pounded silently in my chest when I tapped send.

The lunch newscast had just started when he opened the door to our room.

"Ah, you're ready already!" He exclaimed.

"Yes, I didn't have that much more left to sleep." I said and sat on the bed.

"Have you packed your suitcase too?" He asked after taking off his heavy coat and sitting next to me.

"Yes, I didn't have much to do here in this room." I said stretching. "I took a long bath, ate and sent an email to the real estate agency."

"Already?" He said, hunting my hand with his.

"Yes... should I have waited more?"

"Absolutely not!" He smiled and traced the fingers of my hand with his. After a while I started talking again.

"What time is the train?"

"It departs at 13:50." He said, checking the watch on his wrist. "We have fifteen minutes left to check out. Then I was thinking about eating something right here and going to wait for the train without having to hurry."

"I like that plan. What do you want to eat?"

"Anything, I saw a cute restaurant in front of the station."