~Park Jimin~ "A 22-year-old boy residing in a modest village nestled in Busan, shares his home with his devoted mother, their lives coloured by the stark realities of poverty."
~Min Yoongi~ "In the heart of South Korea, Min Yoongi was not a typical...
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Paris was everything they had imagined and more. The streets were alive with music, laughter, and the scent of freshly baked pastries. It was a dream, but for Jimin, Jihoon, and Ha-jun, it was also a challenge-a place where they would push their limits, train, and work toward becoming professional models.
Training Days
The first few weeks were intense. From early morning workouts to long hours of runway training, posing, and photoshoots, they barely had time to rest. Their instructors were strict, pushing them to perfect their posture, expressions, and confidence.
"Again!" The instructor clapped his hands, making Jimin sigh as he adjusted his posture and walked down the runway once more.
Jihoon, already exhausted, leaned toward Ha-jun and whispered, "How do people do this every day? My legs are crying."
Ha-jun chuckled, wrapping an arm around Jihoon's waist. "At least you look good while suffering."
"That's not comforting," Jihoon groaned, but he didn't push Ha-jun away. Instead, he leaned into his boyfriend, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.
Jimin, watching them, shook his head with a small smile. "You two are glued together."
Ha-jun smirked. "Jealous?"
"Not at all," Jimin chuckled, shaking his head before focusing back on the training.
Exploring Paris
Despite the tough schedule, they found time to enjoy the city.
On their first free day, they visited the Eiffel Tower. The night sky was clear, the lights of the tower shining brightly against it.
"This is unreal," Jimin whispered, taking in the breathtaking view.
Jihoon and Ha-jun stood close, their hands intertwined. "We should take a picture," Jihoon suggested, pulling out his phone.
Jimin posed with them, laughing as Jihoon made a funny face while Ha-jun tried to kiss his cheek.
"You two are impossible," Jimin laughed.
"And you love us," Jihoon grinned, wrapping an arm around Jimin's shoulders.
Jimin smiled softly. "Yeah, I do."
They spent the night eating crepes from a street vendor, walking along the Seine, and just soaking in the beauty of Paris.
One night, after an exhausting training session, Jimin sat on the balcony of their shared apartment, looking at the stars. Jihoon joined him, handing him a cup of warm tea.
"Penny for your thoughts?" Jihoon asked.
Jimin sighed. "Just... thinking about everything. A year ago, I never thought I'd be here. And now... I don't know. It feels like a dream."
