It was the next day, and you were washing the dishes as Jimin spoke, catching your attention. "Pack whatever you're taking to Paris. We're leaving today." You stopped the tap, removing the gloves and throwing them on the counter.
Turning back, you looked at him in the eyes as he raised an eyebrow before picking up a phone call. You sneered at him, watching him leave the place in a hurry.
You weren't well the previous night and the headache was getting worse so you decided to sleep a little more. Tossing and turning for another hour, you got up and started packing for the honeymoon.
Zipping the last bag, you were completely exhausted. You walked into the kitchen and pulled out some orange juice before gulping it all. Refreshed, you turned on the stove and cooked lunch.
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Jimin and you were done eating when he said that you were leaving right now. You were out of the penthouse and were about to press the elevator button but Jimin opened the staircase door, instructing you to follow.
You saw it once before, perfectly luxurious and air-conditioned. You were extremely confused, thinking that you were going to climb a whopping hundred floors down.
But to your utter disbelief, he started stepping upstairs. As you reached the rooftop, you saw a jet with two people inside and someone outside to help board you and your luggage in.
Noticing your surprise and confusion, Jimin spoke. "I have a private jet. It was for a checkup last month and only became available yesterday. Now close your mouth before flies enter."
'Hold up, this guy even has a personal jet! Damn,' you thought, amazed. You boarded in and as expected, it was hella spacious. You were reading a book for an hour or two but eventually passed out on a bed.
You woke up to the smell of delicious food placed on a table and Jimin was already indulging himself. "Eat before it gets cold and soggy," he said without turning back. He somehow sensed that you woke up.
Eating some fresh, hot, delicious ramen, you were wondering why it was taking so long. You remembered that you were going to Paris so it was an eleven-hour flight.
You spent the rest of the time on your phone and reading books. The flight landed at an airport in Paris where you were taken to a hotel. A classy five-star hotel with a full Eiffel Tower view.
In Korea, it would've been eight in the morning. But in Paris, it was one in the morning. You changed into some pj's after you were done with the shower.
There was only one king-sized bed in the huge hotel apartment so there goes another problem. "There's plenty of space. We'll fit and we're married anyway," Jimin suddenly said.
You didn't know what to think of that idea but just did as he said. Laying down on your side, you stared blankly into the darkness. You couldn't sleep; maybe because you slept enough in the jet.
The both of you were facing opposite directions so he was out of your view. You suddenly fell asleep only to wake up after just a few hours.
When you wake up, the sun was already up, bright and gorgeous. Yawning, you looked at your side, to see Jimin still sleeping. You didn't bother to wake him up.
Instead, you left a short note that said 'I went for breakfast' with messy handwriting. You weren't going to leave a note but you didn't want to be too rude, thinking about how much you would hate it if he left without saying anything.
You headed to the breakfast lounge, and you had to say, you tasted the best croissant that day. French croissants are really something. You later saw Jimin come in.
He looked around and sat opposite you. You were done eating and were scrolling through your phone when Jimin was munching his breakfast. You thought that since you were in Paris, you would visit the famous places people were talking about.
"I want to visit that famous museum here- what's it called- oh right, Louvre Museum," you said suddenly, looking into the distance where there was a water fountain playing.
"You don't even know where it is," he said coldly, scoffing. "I can just call a Taxi-" you said as he scoffed again. "You'll probably get lost or something," he said with a mean expression plastered all over his face.
"No-" you were about to protest when he spoke again. "I can't afford to have you killed or drowned so I'll come with you." You just squint your eyes at him as he finishes eating.
He was just using you as an excuse. In reality, he wanted to visit the museum as well. Sure, he's come to Paris a bajillion times before but they were always for work purposes.
He grew lonely and developed into a mean workaholic, so it was his chance to escape and relax for once.
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You were gazing admiringly at the pyramid-shaped structure as you entered the building. There were guards who greeted you and Jimin as you noticed that the place was completed with beautiful statues and structures.
The interior was very imperial and monarchial as it caught the attention of many. There were many incredible paintings including the famous 'Mona Lisa'.
Jimin enjoyed his experience in the museum although the only times he visited museums were Namjoon or Hoseok. He thought it was cute how you would try to read the French descriptions and laugh to yourself.
The afternoon came to an end as you and Jimin entered a restaurant. The meal was absolutely delicious even though you were used to Korean meal most of the time.
"I'm heading home," he suddenly said as you let out a yawn. Without replying to him anything, the both of you went back to the hotel and got a good nap.
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A/N:
Hey amazing people! Sorry about this trashy chapter- I PROMISE IT GETS BETTER <3 I can't wait for the winter break so I can write more. Anyways, take care and see you next week! ❤️❤️❤️
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Descended Angel | PJM
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