[ENG] the city of love - Paris

young love

- "Paris?" - Haechan looks in surprise at the tickets that Mark handed him earlier, just a couple of minutes ago. It says "Paris" on them, departure date and time. Important to say that there're only two tickets. Just two of them. One way.

- "Well..."- Mark stammers. It is obvious that he's nervous. He touches his hair as he always does when trying to calm down a bit. He exhales, still not looking up at the guy in front of him and continues. – "This is the city of your dreams, isn't it?" You always told me you wanted to move there. Get a few of cats, draw flowers in your own flower shop, cook cakes and treat your neighbours to them, and also wake up at dawn, drink coffee, sit on the roof of the house to see the first rays of the sun.

Donghyuck smiles. With the most sincere smile. The older one is so nervous, which makes him so incredibly sweet, warm and homely.
Haechan remembers the first time he told Minhyung about his dream to move to Paris. To live and work there, give people smiles and watch some guy or a girl buying a red rose for their soulmate. To see with his own eyes the beginning of a new love story. He remembers how he imagined his very first kiss - on the Eiffel Tower together with Mark, as in those melodramas that the younger one watched with his grandmother (and then with Mark in his apartment). Donghyuck smiles. He takes one step closer to the Vancouver boy, holding the tickets confidently in his hands.

– "To drink some coffee that you would make me in the morning, before going to a cozy Parisian cafe, where you would work as a barista, because you love coffee so much that you decided to make people happy with this drink".

Mark finally looks up at the younger boy. He stands very close, smiles with his childish smile and looks straight into the black eyes in front of him. Mark smiles, too. He reaches out his hand to Haechan's face, gently touches the dongsaeng's cheek and laughs. So contagious that Donghyuck starts laughing, too.

"- But there is no return ticket," - Haechan wonders what the elder will answer to this.

- "Why go back if our story begins there?"

They smile again. Haechan comes even more closer, hugging his hyung and clinging to him as much as possible. Minhyung hugs back, stuffing his nose into the red top of Haechan's head and inhaling the smell - his boyfriend smells of flowers, freshness and bitter insoluble coffee. He also smells like something delicate, something you can feel during spring and sometimes during summer.
Mark thinks he's gone crazy. Although, perhaps, he is simply intoxicated with love for this charming, sweet boy with such childish and innocent dreams? Mark doesn't know. He squeezes this boy even tighter in his arms, as if afraid that he will disappear. In response, Donghyuck giggles like a little schoolgirl in love.

They stood like that for quite a long time - in each other's arms, because they were comfortable and cozy. This makes both of them feel safe.