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Paris has always called to you, a city of dreams painted in soft pastels and shimmering lights. Growing up, you'd plastered pictures of the Eiffel Tower and the Champs-Élysées on your walls, imagining the day you'd walk those streets, breathe that air, live that life. But somehow, life always found a way to keep you grounded. There was always something more pressing, something that kept Paris just out of reach, a destination always on the horizon but never within grasp.
But not for Han Jisung. Your best friend, the person who's seen you through all the highs and lows, knew how much this dream meant to you. And unlike you, he wasn't content with letting dreams stay dreams.
One evening, as the sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of gold and pink, Jisung texts you, asking if you're free for dinner. It's nothing out of the ordinary, just another night out with him, something that's become a comforting routine. You arrive at your usual spot, a cozy little café tucked away from the bustling city streets, where the barista knows your order by heart.
Jisung is already there when you walk in, a grin on his face and a mysterious glint in his eye. You've seen that look before, usually when he's up to something. But as you slide into the chair across from him, he just hands you an envelope, his fingers brushing yours for a second longer than usual.
"What's this?" you ask, brow furrowing in curiosity.
"Just open it," he says, that grin widening as he watches you with eager eyes.
You do, your hands trembling slightly as you pull out two plane tickets. The words "Paris, France" jump out at you, and for a moment, the world tilts. You can't believe what you're seeing, your mind struggling to process the reality in front of you.
"Are these...?" You look up at him, your voice barely a whisper.
"They're real," Jisung confirms, his voice soft, filled with the warmth that only he can bring. "We're going to Paris. Together."
A wave of emotion washes over you—shock, joy, disbelief. Tears well up in your eyes, and you don't even try to stop them as you launch yourself into his arms. He laughs as he catches you, holding you tight as you bury your face in his shoulder, overwhelmed by what he's done for you.
"Why?" you finally manage to ask, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes.
"Because," he says, his voice steady, sincere, "you've always wanted this. And I wanted to be the one to make it happen for you."
You don't know what to say, so you just hug him again, silently thanking the universe for giving you someone like him.
The days leading up to your trip fly by in a blur of packing and planning, and before you know it, you're boarding a plane, the tickets Jisung bought clenched tightly in your hand like a talisman. The flight feels like both an eternity and the blink of an eye, and soon enough, you're stepping off the plane into a world that feels like a dream.
Paris is everything you imagined and more. The city breathes with life, with history, with an elegance that seeps into every corner. And experiencing it all with Jisung by your side makes it even more magical.
You visit the Louvre, spending hours wandering through halls filled with masterpieces. You stroll along the Seine, your footsteps echoing off the cobblestone streets, and lose yourselves in little shops and cafés that seem to exist in their own bubble of time. And of course, you make your way to Disneyland, where Jisung's childlike excitement matches your own. You ride every ride, laugh until your sides hurt, and eat more cotton candy than you probably should. It's perfect.
But there's one thing left that you haven't done yet.
On the fourth day, as the sky begins to darken, Jisung leads you through the winding streets of Paris once more. He's been acting a bit different, quieter than usual, his eyes holding a certain intensity that you can't quite place. But you trust him, as you always do, and you follow him without question.
When you finally reach your destination, your breath catches in your throat. There it is, the Eiffel Tower, standing tall and magnificent against the night sky, its lights beginning to twinkle in the twilight. You've seen it in pictures, in movies, but nothing compares to the real thing. It's even more beautiful than you could have ever imagined.
Jisung stops, his hand slipping from yours as he turns to face you. There's a look in his eyes, something deep and unspoken, and it makes your heart race.
"Y/n," he begins, his voice barely more than a murmur, as if he's afraid to break the spell that seems to have settled over the two of you. "There's something I need to tell you. Something I've been wanting to say for a long time, but... I didn't know how."
You swallow, your heart pounding in your chest as you search his face. "What is it?"
He takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "I love you. Not just as a friend, not just because we've known each other for so long. I love you, Y/n. I've loved you for so long, and I just... I needed you to know."
The world seems to slow as his words sink in, and for a moment, you can't breathe. You stare at him, your best friend, the person who's always been there for you, who's made your dreams come true in more ways than one. And now, he's offering you something even more precious—his heart.
"I... I love you too, Jisung," you finally whisper, your voice trembling with the weight of the truth. "I always have."
His eyes widen slightly in surprise, and then he's smiling, that beautiful, heart-stopping smile that makes your knees weak. And before you can say anything else, he's kissing you, right there, under the sparkling lights of the Eiffel Tower. His lips are soft and warm, and you can feel the love, the devotion in every gentle touch.
When he pulls back, both of you are breathless, and he's still holding you close, as if afraid you might disappear.
"Thank you," you say, your voice barely audible, but he hears you. He always hears you.
"For what?" he asks, his brow furrowing slightly.
"For everything. For making my dreams come true. For... loving me."
He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I should be thanking you. You've made my dreams come true too."
And as you stand there, wrapped in his arms, with the city of Paris twinkling around you, you realize that this is the moment you've always dreamed of. Not just being in Paris, but being here with Jisung, the person who's always known you better than anyone, who's loved you even when you couldn't see it.
This is your dream come true, and you know that whatever happens next, as long as you have Jisung by your side, you'll be just fine.
