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Four

Love Blooms in Paris

The next few days were a whirlwind of adventures, with Junhyeon showing him the hidden gems of Paris that he wouldn't have discovered on his own. They visited art galleries, parks, and restaurants, each experience more magical than the last.

As they explored the city, Taerae and Junhyeon grew closer, sharing intimate moments and getting to know each other on a deeper level. They talked about their fears and dreams, their pasts and futures, and discovered that they had a strong connection that went beyond physical attraction.

On their last day in Paris, Junhyeon took Taerae back to the Pont des Arts, the Love Lock Bridge where they first met. They looked at the locks, reading some of the messages that had been engraved there over the years.

"Let's leave our own love lock," Junhyeon said, taking out a small lock from his pocket. "So that we can always remember this trip and the love that bloomed in Paris."

Taerae smiled, feeling his heart swell with love. They locked their lock to the bridge, their initials engraved on it, and threw the key into the Seine. As they watched the lock disappear into the water, Taerae knew that he had found something special in Junhyeon, something that he didn't want to let go of.

Taerae turned to Junhyeon, a sense of sadness creeping up on him. "I don't want this trip to end," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Junhyeon wrapped his arm around Taerae, pulling him in closer. "Neither do I," he said, his voice soft and comforting. "But we'll always have Paris, and our memories here will stay with us forever."

Taerae nodded, his head resting on Junhyeon's shoulder. "I just wish we had more time," he said, his voice barely audible.

"I know," Junhyeon said, his voice equally quiet. "But we'll come back, I promise. And we'll make new memories together."

Taerae lifted his head, meeting Junhyeon's gaze. "I'd like that," he said, his voice filled with hope.

Junhyeon smiled, the love in his eyes shining brightly. "Me too," he said. "Because there's nowhere else I'd rather be than by your side."

As they walked away from the bridge, hand in hand, Taerae made a decision. He was ready to let go of his past and start a new love story with Junhyeon. Paris had brought them together, and he knew that their love was locked in the Pont des Arts forever.

The day had come for Taerae to leave Paris and return home. Junhyeon met him at the airport, and they stood together, hand in hand, as they waited for Taerae's flight to be called.

"I wish you didn't have to go," Junhyeon said, his voice soft and filled with emotion.

Taerae squeezed his hand. "I know," he said. "But I have to go back."

Junhyeon nodded. "I understand," he said. "But it's hard to let you go."

Taerae's eyes grew misty. "It's hard for me too," he said. "But we'll see each other again soon, I promise. And until then, we'll keep in touch every day."

Junhyeon pulled Taerae into a tight embrace. "I'll miss you so much," he said, his voice breaking.

Taerae hugged him back just as tightly. "I'll miss you too," he said. "But we'll make it work, I know we will."

They held each other for a few more moments before Taerae reluctantly pulled away. "I have to go," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Junhyeon nodded, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "Take care of yourself," he said. "And don't forget how much I love you."

Taerae's voice was filled with love. "I won't," he said. "I love you too, Junhyeon. More than anything."

With one final embrace and a lingering kiss, Taerae turned and walked towards his gate, his heart heavy with sadness but also filled with hope for their future together.