Early hours of June 4th, 2016 - Paris
Chapters that include Paris flashbacks (for your recap) – 3 & 8
The Parisian receptionist sighed as he eyed the obviously non-local pair currently in the motel's lobby caught up in a heated staring competition. Neither Taehyung nor Krystal wanted to let defeat conquer their little staring duel, as they both stayed glued on each other's eyes.
Taehyung was staring at the gorgeous woman before him with such a high level of intensity that the receptionist was worried that he would burn a hole into her face before any one of them would pay up for their room.
Krystal, on the other hand, had a drunken-love-sick look on – clearly, she was not sober.
Because no way in hell a sobered-up Krystal Jung would beg a mere stranger like Taehyung to check them both into a motel for the night in a country they both were unfamiliar with. She was classy, elegant and polite.
Drunk Krystal on the other hand, was not.
But Taehyung sighed, finding himself yielding to the staring competition (and Krystal, especially), as he emptied out his pockets of any cash that he had at that moment.
In the midst of the chaos that ensued hours before, he had forgotten to bring his wallet from the hotel, and both of their phone battery died so they really had no other method of payment to book a room other than cash.
Luckily, it was a motel we were talking about so the 2 pieces of crisp 20 euros that came out of Taehyung's pockets were enough to earn them both a night's stay.
After fetching the keys off the receptionist's table, Taehyung turned around to see a very elated Krystal, and almost immediately, all those frustrations from earlier just washed away.
"You ... will be the death of me," He muttered to nobody, grasping onto her wrist gently and leading her up the stairs.
Once he unlocked the door to their room, Krystal instantly went to the windows and pushed the sheer curtains to stare at the unmatched view. Taehyung couldn't believe what his 40 euros could get them.
A view of the Eiffel Tower!
Although small, it was definitely there.
"Amazing, right Taehyung-ie?" Krystal slurred out drunkenly, stepping away from the small window so that he could enjoy the view too.
He couldn't stop staring at the blinking lights that came from the giant steel structure. There was simply something just so fascinating about it, as it has managed to hypnotise millions of people, including himself.
"It's beautiful ..." His young self whispered, smiling at the sight. He turned around and was marvelled with another set of view, – Krystal was stripped off her summer dress and only had her lingerie on.
"Krystal sunbaenim! The door– I didn't even close it yet!" He whisper-shouted, rushing past her semi-naked body to close their room door shut.
Oh boy, this woman was literally going to be the death of him.
He huffs out an aggravated breath of air and turned around to face her, hands on his hips. "What were you thinking sunbaenim? What if someone had seen-"
The halfway nagging young man immediately shuts up when he feels her naked flesh on him, as Krystal had pulled his body on hers for a hug.
The breath got caught up his throat.
Krystal sunbaenim's naked body was flushed against him.
Against him!
"K-K-Krystal–"
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