Naeun's transition to a new job isn't all about her career like she expected. Instead, it's a series of unexpected romantic encounters with two gorgeous & famous men - Hwang Minhyun & Cha Eunwoo. Who does she choose in the end?
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I'm in my hotel room getting ready to meet Minhyun in Paris. Yes, you read that right. I'm meeting Minhyun in Paris - not Eunwoo.
Turns out that Minhyun, who's South Korea's very first Moncler brand ambassador, was also going to be in Paris for Fashion Week. The minute he found out that we'd be there at the same time, he told me that he'd like to take me out on a date.
We're going to a nice restaurant for dinner, and after that - I wasn't sure. Minhyun told me it was a surprise.
A few minutes later, I get out of the elevator and walk towards the entrance of the hotel. A thousand butterflies went crazy in my stomach at the glimpse of Minhyun, and he catches sight of me too.
"Hi," I greet him in a hug but he doesn't let me go. His eyes devoured me, so I took this moment to do the same for him. He looked extra handsome & suave in a long black coat, black turtle neck, and grey gingham pants with a slim black belt.
"Wow," Minhyun lets out. He took the words out of my mouth - but I registered that he meant it for me.
I blush and look down at what I was wearing, feeling quite pleased with my outfit choice for the night - a simple black long-sleeved velvet mini dress, silver accessories, boots, and a trench coat. I'd say we looked pretty good together.
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He leads me to a black car that was waiting further up front. I meet his manager who has offered to drive us around tonight, just to be safe in case of any paparazzi or crazy fans; but so far the coast was clear thanks to the fact that it was already quite dark out.
As we drive to the restaurant, Minhyun takes my hand and rests it on his lap with his hands over mine. It was a small but intimate gesture. He truly had such a way of making me feel close and secure with him.
"How has your trip been so far?" He asks. "Did you manage to go to any of the cafes on your list you told me about?"
"So far, I've been able to try a Gelato place since it was on the way but I haven't had a full free day to myself yet to be able to explore the other places."
"Ah, what other places are on your list? Other than cafes?" He rubs my hand in a comforting motion and I squeeze his hand tighter as if not wanting to let go, wholly enjoying his touch.
"Hmm... I'm a typical tourist actually, since it's my first time in Paris," I chuckle. "I want to go to the top sights like the Louvre Museum, Seine River and of course, the Eiffel Tower too."
"Ah yes, you'll definitely get to go to those places," he says as he looks at me and smiles. "Don't worry." He gently pats my hand in a slow rhythmic beat. Pat, pat, pat.
I smile back at him, loving how attentively he was listening to me the entire time. This is exactly the feeling that I get from Minhyun that always draws me back to him - his touch was simple, pure yet powerful. His presence was calm, comforting and reassuring. Is this what they mean when they say that home is not a place, but a feeling?
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Dinner was absolutely satisfying, I am definitely a sucker for Pasta and this popular Italian restaurant in Paris served some of the best Pastas I've ever had. The Spaghetti Alle Vongole I ordered was al-dente and super flavourful with luscious clams; Minhyun enjoyed the delicious Beef Ragu Pasta he ordered as well. Both of us also shared a bottle of red wine.
Turns out, the surprise after-dinner plan that Minhyun had was a night stroll by the Seine River with me that would eventually end at the Eiffel Tower. I was grateful to be able to knock down two of the places I really wanted to go to off my list; but I was even more elated that I could experience them with him.
We're walking by the river now, on the bridge linking to the Eiffel Tower - I believe it was called the Pont d'Iéna, or also known as the "Jena Bridge".
I wanted to hold his hand desperately, but I was wary to be caught doing so in public in case of any paparazzi. After awhile, I couldn't help it and asked, "Can I hold your hand?"
He laughs, "Of course," and he immediately takes my hand in his without hesitation.
I felt butterflies in my stomach but couldn't shake an uneasy feeling that someone would see us, "You're not afraid we'd be seen together?"
"Seems like no one is tailing or following us, so it's alright," he looks at me and says lightly, "I'm not that famous~"
"Yeah right~ You're so popular!"
"No~ I'm not~" he replies. I laugh to myself, he's too modest.
As we walk along the river, I felt the temperature drop slightly; the air was cool and crisp, and the sound of the river flowing gently beneath us was soothing.
I shiver suddenly from the cold and Minhyun catches this, "Are you cold?"
"Yeah, it's getting a bit chilly haha," I reply and he pulls me closer to him till our hips were touching. He takes my hand and stuffs it in his pocket trying to keep me warm.
We interlock our arms in order to walk as close to each other as possible to share our body warmth, my right hand still in his pocket. My heart felt full, as it always did when I was him. For a while, we continue to walk in comfortable silence, content in each other's company till we finally reached the Eiffel Tower.
We're standing below it now, gazing up at the iconic tower as the metal shimmered in the night. This was the moment I'd been waiting for. I've seen a ton of videos on Instagram of the moment when the Tower lights came on, but now I could finally witness it for myself with my own eyes. It's a quiet Tuesday night, and to my surprise, there were not many people around.
As if on cue, the Eiffel Tower bursts into a sea of twinkling lights, bathing the surrounding area in a warm, golden glow. The lights illuminated in intricate patterns, each one accurately timed to the music that filled the air. I stare in awe at the Tower's magnificent sparkling display, feeling a rush of excitement.
I turn to look at Minhyun, to find him looking at me instead of the tower. Swiftly, he smiles and takes my face in his hands and leans in to kiss me deeply.
Our lips meet in a tender yet electrifying kiss, each movement perfectly synchronised with the other. Just like the tower that had seemed to come alive, my heart did too. His hands travel down and wraps around my waist to pull me into him. His neck bent down, our bodies pressed tightly against each other as we explore each other's mouths with fervor. The passion between us was intense and undeniable.
The kiss finally comes to an end, and we pull away from each other. Our eyes still locked in an ardent gaze. There is a moment of silence as we both catch our breaths; still savouring the electric energy that lingered.
I search his eyes that were enthusiastic and bright, they reflected my similar desire of wanting more. This moment was full of magic and a sense of freedom, and I felt complete; there was no one else I'd wanted to share it with more than with the man standing in front of me. I fight the urge to say those three equally magic words.
Feeling blessed, I finally understood why they called Paris the City of Love. I knew this moment would be forever etched in my memories. My heart saddened at the thought that this night was going to end.
"Come back with me," Minhyun's voice was gentle but full of yearning. I was relieved to know he didn't want the night to end here too.
