The Paris Story: Johnny Suh Imagines

Chapter Six: Let's Make Paris A Good Memory

Chapter Six

Johnny opens the door as almost all of NCT 127 march into the room. At the same time, I yelp and quickly get under the covers. Not to say my nightgown was anything too revealing, but I still wouldn't walk around the hotel in it. "Thanks for the warning, guys."

Mark begins, "In our defense, we didn't think you'd be..."

"What? You didn't think I'd be having sex with my fiancé in Paris? One of the most romantic cities in the world, in our private hotel room?" Mark facepalms as he realizes his own foolishness. Johnny smirks at my words. I smile back at him. "Exactly." Johnny gets back into bed with me and kisses my shoulder as I relax against his chest. I turn and look at the guys. "Now, what is this all about? It's not even 8 am!"

Suddenly, Jungwoo bursts through the door. "Thanks for leaving me behind, guys."

The guys all mumble a version of "sorry."

Jungwoo walks over to us, holding two Starbucks coffees. "We got this for you, Noona," he smiles at me, handing me the cup. He gives the second one to Johnny, "You too, Hyung."

My eyes light up as I take a sip of my coffee, the warmth making its way down my throat. Not the same kind of warmth as it feels to be kissing Johnny, but still amazing, nonetheless. "And suddenly, all is forgiven." I smile at Jungwoo, "Thank you." 

Johnny thanks Jungwoo too before taking a sip of his coffee. "But, seriously. It's our day off today. Why are you here?"

I gasp and shove Johnny gently. "Don't be rude. They brought you coffee."

Johnny mumbles an apology.

"Don't mind him. He's in a mood." The guys nod, knowing him. "What he meant was, what brings you to our lovely room this early in the morning?" I say with a smile.

"We wanted to go sightseeing, and we want you to come with us," Jungwoo says with a smile.

"But, you guys have already been to Paris many times—"

"Well, yes, but not with you," Mark says.

"I know. But I've been too..."

"For work," Mark says in a matter of fact way. My gaze softens, and I nod, he's right.

"Look, when you were eighteen, you came to Paris and said you hated it," Jaehyun says.

I groan. "God. Don't remind me."

"You always said if Johnny had been there with you, maybe it would've been better," Mark continues.

I blush at this and look at Johnny. "I did say that, didn't I?" I say, smiling.

"You even wrote a poem about it!" Jaehyun states.

I laugh awkwardly. "You guys just love embarrassing me, huh?"

I feel Johnny lean in and kiss my cheek softly, his warm breath lingering on my skin. "Hush, you know I loved it," he says, causing me to smile. "You're such a romantic."

I remember the memory of me standing in the rain in the middle of downtown Seoul, reading this poem to him. It was six months into our relationship. I hadn't seen him in weeks. We were sure we'd break up soon because of how distant we'd both gotten—our separate careers taking over our already busy lives. I remember begging him to meet me downtown. I just needed to see him one last time. I finished reading, my red dress soaked, rain dripping down my curly waves. I was crying, and so was he. He put his leather jacket around my shoulders, pulling me closer into him, his grey t-shirt sopping wet. He kissed me, and it was like time had stopped. Like we were the only two to exist, and nothing else mattered. It was the first time I heard him say, "I love you." And, as fate had it, it wouldn't be the last.

I lean into his touch. "Shut up, so are you," I say. A wide grin appears across his lips this time.

I remember when I went with them on their last tour, and we had stopped in my hometown. Johnny surprised me by taking me to the water's edge to see the sunrise. It was something he knew was always on my bucket list, but never got to do before I moved to Seoul. Even though I know how much he loves to sleep in, he had woken us up at dawn, keeping the whole thing a secret despite my endless questions. We stood near the water as the sun slowly began to rise, and the sparkling downtown buildings gave way to amber skies. He had his soft pink hoodie tied up over his head. Johnny's arms wrapped tightly around my waist, feeling the edges of my matching lavender hoodie. His chest pressing into my back, heart beating fast. He kissed my neck softly, as I sighed in content. We went for coffee downtown afterwards. His hand tenderly brushing against my thigh as he drove. His touch squeezing me gently, letting me know he'd always be there.

I stare into his dark eyes, deeply. "I love you," I whisper.

He kisses my hair and whispers in my ear. His warm breath sends tingles up the back of my neck. "I love you too, always."

"Guys!" Mark snaps, interrupting our moment.

I realize they're all still there, staring at us. I laugh and turn away from Johnny slightly. "Sorry! Please, continue..." 

"We know you want to do this with Johnny, but you'll have to settle for us too," Mark says.

I shake my head. "Shut up, you know I love you guys too. It's not settling, not at all." They all smile at this.

"Let's go sightseeing. You deserve to recreate all those photos from when you were eighteen. You deserve to walk along the Seine," Mark persuades.

I smile and nod. "I would love that." I turn to look at Johnny. He's quiet but nods my way. "Give us like forty-five ish, okay?"

"Done!" Mark says as he leads the boys outside.