A Travel Documentary [On Hold]

[ PARIS ]

. . .

MiYeon flips to the next page in the literature novel she recently brought before flying to their next location. 

The thought of flying over to Paris and staying there for two weeks is worth it. The cost from Berlin to Paris scarred the wife. She almost scolded Jin for not telling her about their next destination, but the damage was already done. All that they needed to do was to enjoy their moments together. 

She worked extremely hard to pay off for their holiday together. They did not have proper time to spend their honeymoon together. It was only for five days before their work called them back to reality. 

The wife should stop worrying about money. She should enjoy the holiday with her husband to the fullest if the next chance is far away. 

A pair of palms cover her sight from further reading. She automatically closes the book and slaps the person's hand with it. Jin fakes a whine and withdraws his hands away from her face. 

"That's what you get for being so secretive, you punk." She scowls, earning a pout from the husband. Jin makes his way around the seats and hands a soda to MiYeon. 

"But surprises are always amazing, aren't they?" He lightly nudges her shoulders and opens his canned drink.

"True. They are amazing, until the receiver gets a heart attack from the surprise you're referring to." She puts the book back inside her bag and opens the canned drink. 

Going to Paris as a young teenager was her dream. As people said, the place is just full of romance. It's the right vibe for couples to run wild and become lovey-dovey. She cringes at that thought and settles the drink on their luggage. 

MiYeon, however, isn't going to fly there to spend romance with Jin. She wants to spend her time admiring the wonderful city and buildings at night. It's too soon, she thought. They still have a long way to go before returning back home. 

She doesn't want to ruin the trip by having a back pain all the time. She's already irritated with her messed up sleep schedule, despite adjusting to different timezones. Jin, on the other hand can easily pass out the moment he lands on the bed. 

One person tends to think a lot whilst the other is free from worries. 

"Are we doing anything in Paris, other than sightseeing?" She deeply exhales and manages to multitask by replying to her Mother's message. Jin releases a satiated sigh after drinking the soda and gazes at the planes. His mind is full of wanders and adventures. 

"There's a fashion event coming up. Taehyung recommended it to me. I think it's Gucci sponsored? I thought we should take a break from buying stuff and instead let our eyes feast on something exotic." Jin drinks the rest of the contents and crumples the can by pushing it downwards on the chair. The material creased a little from his action, but the surface returned to its original appearance. 

He throws the can towards the trash bin and scores a goal. 

"A fashion show? Is it free admission?" She inquires without looking up from her phone. Her fingers were busy tapping the screen and scrolling through her gallery. 

"Shouldn't be that expensive for the both of us." 

"Anything else, oh-so-secretive husband?" She tilts her head and purposely flutters her lashes.

Jin is unfazed by her demeanor and instead sticks his tongue out, "Nope. Not telling you."

She resumes to texting her parents, which piled more from the other side. 

Jin plugs one earphone on and swipes to his favourite playlist. He settles himself to a peaceful moment. There aren't any screaming children in the waiting lobby. They had half an hour left to go before entering the airplane. 

He closes his eyes and lets his imagination run to the nostalgic instrumental piece.

He envisions them dancing along to a musician playing the saxophone. Jin doesn't care what piece of music is being played. He just goes along with it as the images become smooth. He imagines twirling his wife before holding her once more. He sought to never let her go, no matter where she goes. 

Light taps on the keys of the piano fills in the background. He raises one finger and draws random lines. 

His stomach tingles in excitement. He wants to go to The Louvre museum so badly. He always sees it through images, of which is a vast difference in experience. 

"My shoulders are killing me." He whines and reaches out to massage his left shoulder when MiYeon volunteers to do it. Putting her phone inside her bag, she occupies the seat next to Jin. Her fingers steadily press onto his shoulder blades and soon enough, his grunts transitions into relaxed exhales. 

"Thank you." Jin remarks and puckers his lips. Instead of returning the affection with a kiss, she shoves her canned drink to him. 

The short journey from the international airport of Berlin to Paris fleeted in a whir. MiYeon wasn't too attentive on the meals and indulged into a short nap during the plane ride. Resting on Jin's shoulder was always the source of comfort when leaning on the seat isn't that pleasant.  

They landed safely, passed the immigration and hauled for a taxi to reach their hotel. Everything has been planned smoothly and accurately without error. It is one of the reasons why Jin felt irritated planning the whole trip out without telling his wife. 

She doesn't mind where they travel to, as long as he doesn't stress out from the euphoric adventure. 

"I ... am beat."

After dropping their luggages in their new hotel room, MiYeon can scarcely lift a single muscle. Her eyes are fairly wide awake, but it's her body that's turned sore. Her energy would soon deplete if she forced herself to walk for another short distance. The jet lag was tolerable at one point. 

 She knows the view of Paris will shock her. She may even drop dead from pure astonishment. 

Just seeing the flickering, golden lights against the nocturnal sky is pleasing to her vision. MiYeon has yet to experience it by herself with Jin, of course. 

She curls up on the bed. Her head slightly throbs, but it wasn't terrible compared to the aftermath of drinking the red wine. MiYeon couldn't remember what happened after that. Her memory of recalling their dinner date blurred out into incoherent images. 

It was already nighttime and he didn't have to pull the curtains close. Their view is of the bridge and many other architectural buildings. He could make out a few streets and shops from the limited streetlamp's. 

Soon after, Jin joins his wife after snapping her sleeping posture in silence. He keeps the image safe in his gallery and switches it off. They didn't need to buy numbers, assuming they'll stay at a place for a week or two before moving on to the next agenda. 

It's important that they don't lose sight of each other.

He snuggles with his wife and waits for lethargy to completely overwhelm his frame. 

. . .