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Let`s Travel To Paris (Mi Amor) Heeseung X fem!reader

a/n: this is also posted originally on ao3! But now it is here as well!

P: Heeseung x fem!reader

Scenario : Classtrip to Paris

Relationship: Establishing/Crush

Genre: Fluff, minor angst

Warnings: Swearing, teasing, suggestive content

Wordcount: 13k

Summary:

The umbrella became a makeshift shield against the remaining raindrops, Heeseung holding it up over you. His arm circled your waist, creating an intimate cocoon as you both walked the dimly lit streets, back towards the sanctuary of the hotel.

As you strolled, a minor detail caught your attention – the Eiffel Tower stood tall in the background, a silent witness to the confession that had unfolded in its rain-soaked embrace. The setting couldn't have been more perfect, and you marveled at the serendipity that painted this moment against the backdrop of one of the world's most iconic landmarks.

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You slouched in your chair, glancing over at your friends Suyeon and Kazuha. The language class was buzzing with pre-class excitement, everyone chattering and catching up after the weekend. Suyeon was animatedly discussing her weekend escapades, and Kazuha was doodling something in his notebook

The door swung open, and your teacher walked in with an unusually joyful expression. "Settle down, students," she announced, placing her bag on the desk and facing the eager class. The room hushed as everyone turned their attention to her. "I have some happy news. With some convincing from the school and your parents, we have gotten permission to travel to Paris next week!"

The classroom erupted in cheers and applause. The pleas for a field trip had finally paid off. "Now, I know you're all excited, but don't rush into this, alright?" the teacher cautioned, quieting the room. She began handing out papers to each student. "All the information you need is written down. Make sure to be on time with everything you need for this trip. It will not only be fun but instructive as well. Remember, it's still school, not a vacation."

You eagerly unfolded the paper, scanning the details. The class would meet at 7 o'clock in front of the school, where a bus would take them to the airport. They would stay in Paris for three days before returning. Your mind started racing with thoughts of the Eiffel Tower, croissants, and the Louvre.

"What are you guys thinking of packing?" Kazuha asked, breaking the brief silence that followed.

"Clothes," you replied with a teasing smile, earning a laugh from Kazuha.

"I know you want to talk about the trip, but save it for lunch. Class is still in session," the teacher reminded, ushering everyone back into focus. With a sigh, she delved into the more mundane part of the lecture, but your mind was already on the streets of Paris and the adventures awaiting you.

The cafeteria buzzed with the cacophony of voices and the clatter of trays as you sat at your usual spot, surrounded by your vibrant friend group. Suyeon, Kazuha, Chaewon, and Yunjin filled the seats around you, creating a lively atmosphere. Some were engrossed in their meals, while others engaged in animated conversations. However, your focus wasn't on the food or the laughter around you.

Absentmindedly poking at your lunch, you felt a weight on your shoulders that seemed to sap away your appetite. Yunjin, sitting across from you, noticed your subdued demeanor and couldn't help but voice her concern. "What's the matter, Y/N?"

You looked up, meeting her gaze. "Nothing, just tired," you replied, hoping to brush off any further probing. Yunjin seemed to sense your reluctance and nodded, deciding not to press the issue further.

As you sank into your thoughts, someone approached your table, breaking the monotony. A familiar face appeared beside you, placing your favorite drink—the one you had noticed was missing from the vending machines—on the table. Bewilderment painted your features as you looked up to find Lee Heeseung, your longtime crush, offering a small, mysterious smile before sauntering off toward his own group of friends.

Your friends, ever vigilant, followed Heeseung's departure with wide-eyed curiosity. Chaewon, who sat beside you, nudged you excitedly. "Y/N, what was that about?"

"I don't know," you replied, mirroring the smile, feeling a sense of warmth spreading within you. You picked up the cold drink, fingers tingling as you held it, the unexpected gesture making your day brighter. The fact that Heeseung knew what you liked sent a wave of giddiness through you, momentarily pushing aside the fatigue.

Intrigued, your friends bombarded you with questions, but you brushed them off, stealing glances at Heeseung across the cafeteria. He was engrossed in conversation with his friends, his laughter echoing through the air. His head tilted back, revealing a sharp jawline that caught your attention. Sipping on your drink, you averted your gaze before he could catch you staring, a mixture of excitement and apprehension lingering within you.

You had known Heeseung since 7th grade, sharing a friendship that drifted apart in high school due to different crowds and classes. This year, luck favored you as you found yourselves in the same linguistics class. Though your interactions were limited to greetings and smiles, the subtle exchanges were enough to brighten your day.

Deep down, you harbored feelings for Heeseung, feelings you kept carefully hidden. Fear of rejection loomed over you, especially witnessing how Heeseung had gently turned down other girls who vied for his attention. His attractiveness was undeniable, and any girl would consider herself fortunate to be his girlfriend. The idea of being that girl felt like an elusive dream—a dream you hesitated to pursue.

As the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch, you gathered your belongings and headed to your next class with the girls. The unspoken emotions and untold stories lingered in the air, leaving you to navigate the corridors with a mix of hope and hesitation.

The Monday morning sunlight cast a sleepy glow on the school bus as it idled in front of you, its engine humming in the early hours. You stood, bleary-eyed, at the entrance, leaning against Yunjin for support. She welcomed your tired head on her shoulder, offering a silent comfort that spoke volumes. The bus driver bustled around, loading suitcases into the compartment at the back, while your teacher meticulously took attendance, her voice cutting through the morning air.

"Alright, the students who are here may enter the bus," she announced, prompting a flurry of movement as classmates began to climb the steps. Following Yunjin, you settled into a seat beside Kazuha, your bag finding a temporary home on your lap. As you pulled out your phone, you glanced up just in time to catch Heeseung walking past, a warm smile directed your way. You reciprocated before diverting your attention back to the device in your hands, scrolling through a funny video.

Suddenly, a voice chimed in from behind. "Hey, I've seen that! The person has posted more like that." It was Ni-ki, who had leaned over the back of the seat behind Kazuha, reaching over to swipe through more videos on your phone. Grateful for the entertainment, you thanked him as the bus started its journey.

Throughout the one-hour drive to the airport, you found yourself engrossed in conversation with Ni-ki, oblivious to the fact that someone had been discreetly observing. The bus eventually rolled to a stop at the airport, and you grabbed your suitcase, expressing gratitude to the bus driver before joining your classmates, surrounding your teacher like eager explorers awaiting instructions.

"All right, class, we need to get our boarding passes first, then the bag drop and security. Now, follow me, and don't stray from the group," your teacher instructed. The herd of students followed her, engaging in animated conversations as they moved together like a cohesive unit. To your left, Ni-ki queried, "Do you think the plane will serve food?" You replied, "Probably, although I hope they have blankets."

As the group meandered through the airport, Jay approached Ni-ki, slinging an arm around him and slowing him down, leaving you to walk alone. Shaking it off, you found yourself joined by Heeseung. "Hi," he greeted.

"Hi," you responded, initiating a conversation that flowed effortlessly between you two. Unbeknownst to you, your friends and Heeseung's friends walked behind, observing and commenting on how cute you looked together.

Reaching the check-in queue, Keeho sidled up to you, offering a handful of candies.

Heeseung, who had been walking beside you until Keeho approached. With a subtle yet noticeable shift, Heeseung backed off slightly, a wistful expression crossing his face. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes, coupled with an adorable pout that tugged at your heartstrings. Despite the momentary disappointment, he managed a small, resigned smile before retreating to Jake's side.

Jake, sensing the change in dynamics, looked between Heeseung and you with a knowing smirk. He threw an arm around Heeseung's shoulders, offering a reassuring pat. Heeseung, though he played it off with a casual demeanor, couldn't hide the disappointment that lingered in his eyes.

You bit your lip before looking at Keeho and smiled, taking one and thanking him with a casual "Thanks, Kee." Your friendship with Keeho had blossomed during orientation last year, built on shared interests and humor.

At the front of the bag drop line, you heaved your suitcase onto the conveyor belt, relief washing over you as you saw the weight just below the limit. Passport checked, you waved a brief farewell to your suitcase, then reunited with the class. A chat with Chaeyeong ensued until the entire group gathered, and your teacher guided everyone towards security.

At the security checkpoint, you efficiently placed your belongings in a plastic basket, walked through the metal detector with ease, and retrieved your items on the other side. Zipping up your jacket, you arranged your computer, charger, headphones, and phone back in your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. After a short wait, the class regrouped, and together you navigated towards the gate

The airport gate's waiting area was filled with a buzz of activity as passengers awaited their boarding call. You sat comfortably in a chair, lost in the world of music playing through your headphones, a book in your hands. Beside you, Yunjin worked her nimble fingers through small sections of your hair, braiding them into intricate patterns, humming a soothing tune as she did.

After she finished, you glanced at your friends, each absorbed in their own pre-boarding rituals. Closing your book, you decided to stretch your legs and stood up, prompting Chaewon to join you. The two of you strolled towards the restroom, chatting about trivial things along the way. Once inside, you continued your conversation, enjoying the camaraderie before washing your hands and returning to the waiting area.

A nearby kiosk caught your attention, and you decided to grab a few essentials. Water, gum, and candy found their way into your hands, while Chaewon opted for a vitamin drink and chips. The latter, she graciously shared with everyone as you all chatted, making the most of the time before the boarding announcement.

As the moment arrived, you gathered your belongings and, with your friends in tow, made your way towards the boarding gate. Greetings were exchanged with the flight attendants, and you checked your boarding pass. Navigating through the narrow aisle, you nudged your way to your seat, a content smile on your face as you discovered the coveted window seat.

Plunking down into your chair, you stowed your bag in front of your legs. Pulling out your phone, you slipped the headphones around your neck, scrolling through songs when someone approached and took the seat next to you. You looked to your left, meeting Heeseung's warm smile.

"Looks like we will be seat buddies," he remarked, a friendly tone to his words.

You reciprocated the smile, pulling your headphones off. "Seems like it, yes," you replied, unaware of the subtle exchange that had transpired. Little did you know that you were initially supposed to sit with Sunoo, but Heeseung had managed to secure the spot with one persuasive look, convincing Sunoo to relinquish his seat.

The cabin of the plane was filled with the low hum of engines as passengers settled into their seats, preparing for the journey to Paris. The flight attendant stood at the front, delivering the standard safety instructions. You listened intently, stowing your phone and headphones in your bag as she concluded her demonstration. With a click, you fastened your seatbelt and glanced out the window, watching as the flight attendants moved efficiently through the plane, checking each row.

As the pilot's voice crackled over the intercom, detailing the flight plan and conditions, you took a deep breath. Gripping the handrests, you looked out at the workers on the ground. As the plane taxied on the runway.

"Wanna hold my hand?" Heeseung's voice interrupted your thoughts, and you turned to see him smiling at you, his palm open. Looking at his outstretched hand, you hesitated for a moment before intertwining your fingers with his. His larger hand engulfed yours, offering a comforting reassurance.

As the plane soared into the sky, you relaxed into your seat, the initial thrill subsiding. However, you became aware that you were still holding Heeseung's hand. Glancing up at him, you found him engrossed in the magazines provided by the airline. Deciding to join him, you leaned closer, catching a whiff of his familiar cologne. He noticed your presence, grinned, and continued flipping through the pages.

As the plane cruised through the sky, the fatigue from the early morning began to catch up with you. Your eyelids grew heavy, and you yawned, your body yearning for rest, and slowly, you drifted into sleep, your head drifted down to rest on Heeseung's shoulder. He glanced down at you, a curious expression turning into a soft smile. Without hesitation, he adjusted himself, his head now resting on top of yours.

As the rhythmic hum of the plane continued, Heeseung, let out a soft yawn. The gentle sound of his exhaustion echoed in the small space between you, and before long, his eyelids began to flutter closed. The allure of slumber beckoned, and Heeseung willingly embraced the serene atmosphere, mirroring your peaceful state.

With a contented sigh, Heeseung allowed himself to succumb to the embrace of sleep. His arm wrapped around you, drawing you slightly closer, creating an unintentional yet intimate cuddle. The subtle movements went unnoticed by the rest of the passengers, but your friends, who had been quietly observing, exchanged amused glances.

Yunjin, glancing over from her seat, nudged Chaewon, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Look at them, all cozy and adorable."

Chaewon stifled a giggle, leaning closer to Yunjin to catch a better view. "They do look cute. Who would have thought?"

Sitting in front of you, Jungwon overheard their hushed conversation and joined in with a sly grin. "Think we should take a picture for the memories?"

Ni-ki, who sat beside Chaewon, chimed in, "They're practically a couple already. Look at that."

Suyeon, overhearing the chatter, leaned in from the aisle seat. "Come on, guys. Let them have their moment. Paris is the city of love, after all."

As the friends whispered and chuckled among themselves, your peaceful slumber continued, blissfully unaware of the playful banter. The hum of the plane engines became a lullaby, and the subtle vibrations created a comforting rhythm. Heeseung, too, allowed himself to fully embrace the serenity, his head nestled atop yours.

Unbeknownst to both of you, your friends seized the adorable moment, capturing pictures of you two sleeping.

Jungwon, sitting in front of you, retrieved a blanket from the flight attendant and carefully draped it over the two of you. You unconsciously snuggled closer, prompting Yunjin to capture another picture. The images portrayed a scene of unexpected intimacy — your thighs touching, Heeseung's arm wrapped around you, and your hands interlocked.

As time passed, you gradually woke up, blinking away the remnants of sleep. Your eyes widened as you realized the position you were in, but any attempt to move was halted by Heeseung's arm around you. Attempting to stifle a gasp, you looked up to find Heeseung's eyes half-open as he yawned, pulling you closer. The moment was brief but left you blushing and flustered.

"Heeseung?" you uttered in surprise, prompting him to groan and pull you even nearer. A futile attempt to wake him.

"Wake up," you insisted, gently nudging him. Heeseung grumbled but finally released his hold, allowing you to shift back to your seat. A subtle warmth lingered, and you couldn't deny the small pang of disappointment.

As Heeseung rubbed his eyes and surveyed the surroundings, you discreetly checked your phone. Opening the group chat with your friends, you were greeted by a flood of messages and pictures documenting the adorable scene during your shared nap. You chewed your lower lip, glancing at Heeseung, who was also immersed in his phone.

Deciding to distract yourself, you retrieved your headphones, plugged them in, and leaned back, gazing out of the windows. The vast expanse of white clouds stretched before you, and as you daydreamed, the rhythmic melody in your ears drowned out the whispers of the cabin, transporting you into a world where time floated in the sky.

The plane glided smoothly through the azure sky, and the anticipation inside the cabin heightened as the city of Paris sprawled beneath, a tapestry of architectural wonders. Excitement bubbled within the passengers, and a collective murmur spread as people rushed to peek out of the windows. You leaned back, creating space for Heeseung to enjoy the breathtaking view. His proximity was comforting, and you felt a gentle warmth as his hand found a resting place on your thigh. Silently, you both marveled at the iconic landmarks unfolding beneath the plane, the Eiffel Tower standing tall amidst the historical landscape.

As the plane descended and touched down, Heeseung's hand had found yours once again. The familiar connection served as a grounding force amidst the hustle and bustle of the landing. The seatbelt sign flickered off, and the cabin echoed with the symphony of people retrieving their belongings. You unfastened your seatbelt, picked up your bag from the floor, and joined the orchestrated movement towards the exit.

Stepping off the plane, the airport welcomed you with its bustling atmosphere. In a comfortable silence, you walked alongside Heeseung, the hum of excitement lingering in the air. The teacher gathered the entire class, a meticulous attendance ritual ensuring no one was left behind in the whirlwind of arrivals. As names were checked off, the group began making its way towards baggage claim.

Amidst the sea of fellow travelers, you noticed Heeseung's friend group and your own huddling together, engaged in animated conversations. The convergence sparked a moment of curiosity, wondering how these seemingly separate circles had intertwined. Yet, in the thrill of the journey, the question remained suspended as you spotted your suitcase, a beacon of familiarity.

Moving towards it, ready to claim your belongings, Heeseung beat you to it. "Here," he said, offering your suitcase with a warm smile. "Thank you," you responded, reciprocating the gesture of gratitude. Rolling your suitcase behind you, you noticed Heeseung had already retrieved his own. Together, in quiet companionship, you navigated through the airport, following the flow of the group.

The air outside the airport carried the crisp promise of adventure as the group of excited students descended from the plane and gathered around a large bus waiting to transport them to their hotel. The vehicle stood tall and imposing, its doors wide open, inviting the group to embark on the next leg of their journey. As you stepped into the bus and found a seat, a familiar voice reached your ears.

"Can I sit here?" Heeseung's warm smile accompanied his question, and you reciprocated with a welcoming gesture. He settled beside you, and the bus set in motion, winding through the streets of Paris. The city's architecture unfolded outside the windows like a visual feast, capturing the attention of everyone on board. Your eyes sparkled with excitement as you admired the intricate details of the buildings, and whenever you turned to share the joy with Heeseung, his gaze would quickly shift away, pretending to be captivated by the passing scenery.

The bus eventually rolled to a stop, signaling the arrival at the hotel. As the group disembarked, you looked up at the building before you – not extravagantly grand, but holding the promise of comfort. However, the true revelation awaited as you stepped into the reception area. The space opened up, revealing a grandeur that surpassed the exterior. The teacher engaged in conversation with the receptionist, and the students grouped together, their voices buzzing with excitement and anticipation.

The teacher's voice rose above the chatter as she outlined the room assignments, emphasizing the gender-oriented distribution. Two cards per room, a precautionary measure against misplacement, were handed out, and the groups were called out one by one. Your group, consisting of Yunjin, Chaewon, Suyeon, and yourself, was designated Room 245. With the key cards in hand, you ascended to the second floor, curiosity building as you approached your temporary abode.

Suyeon, full of enthusiasm, led the way, bounding down the hallway until she found the designated room. "Here! Here!" she exclaimed, and you opened the door just in time for the whole group to peer inside. The room, bathed in a soothing beige hue, greeted you with two beds adorned with bedside tables, two desks for convenience, and a veranda offering a panoramic view of the city below. A plush couch nestled in the corner faced a sleek television, and a door to the right hinted at the presence of a private bathroom.

Chaewon wasted no time in making herself at home, dropping her bag on the couch before gleefully jumping onto one of the beds. Following suit, you laid back on the other bed. However, before you could fully revel in the newfound comfort, Suyeon energetically claimed the space beside you, stretching out with a triumphant grin. Yunjin joined in the laughter, and the group soon found itself drawn to the allure of the bathroom.

Yunjin unzipped her suitcase, extracting her makeup pouch, and disappeared into the bathroom, only to announce a delightful surprise. "Guys! We have a bathtub!" Her excitement echoed through the room, prompting immediate action from the rest of the group. The revelation unfolded as you, Suyeon, and Chaewon hurried into the bathroom, greeted by the sight of a generously sized bathtub.

"Wow!" The collective gasp of awe echoed through the room, sealing the delight of the discovery. The prospect of relaxation in the bathtub added an extra layer of joy to the already thrilling atmosphere, setting the tone for the adventures that lay ahead in the City of Lights.

After changing into fresh clothes and refreshing yourselves, you and your friend group descended from the second floor to the lobby of the hotel. The air was charged with anticipation, the excitement of exploring Paris echoing in the lively chatter of your classmates. Leaning against the wall, you waited patiently as the groups who had been assigned rooms together gradually gathered in the lobby.

Once everyone was assembled, the teacher took charge, her authoritative voice cutting through the buzz of conversation. "Now, class, keep together and don't stray," she directed, and the collective footsteps of the group resonated through the hotel's entrance. The compact size of the class made it easy to keep track of each member, and with the assurance that they were all responsible adults, the teacher led the way out into the bustling streets.

As the group strolled through the lively city, heads turned in every direction, taking in the captivating sights. Their first destination was a museum, and soon, the class found themselves at its entrance. The teacher, with a reminder to reconvene in three hours, set them free to explore the vast expanse of art and history within.

You joined your friend group, your long coat providing a shield against the crisp air. Armed with a pamphlet, you roamed the halls, marveling at the intricate art and statues that adorned the museum. The tall ceilings allowed natural light to filter in, illuminating the marble floor that glittered like a pathway through a castle of culture and creativity.

In one corner, you stopped by a particularly captivating painting named "Infinite Love." The strokes were a dance of perfection and focus, each detail contributing to the overall beauty of the piece. Lost in admiration, you didn't notice the approach of someone until a familiar voice broke through your thoughts.

"You like art?" Heeseung's voice reached your ears, pulling you from your captivation. With a nod, you acknowledged your appreciation. "Look at it," you invited, turning your gaze back to the painting. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yes," Heeseung responded, but his gaze wasn't fixed on the artwork. Instead, he looked at you with an enamored expression, a silent admiration that spoke volumes.

The vibrant atmosphere of the museum surrounded you as you turned to look back at Heeseung, only to find his gaze already fixed on you. A curious smile adorned your face, and he responded in kind, his own smile reflecting a subtle warmth. Deciding to take a step, you walked forward, and with a glance over your shoulder, you noticed that Heeseung was now following in your wake.

A giddy excitement fluttered within you as you realized he was interested in where you were headed. While your friends and his friends congregated ahead, walking as a unified group, you and Heeseung found yourselves a little behind, creating a bubble of intimacy within the bustling museum.

As the group halted in front of a staircase, discussing their preferences for the next exhibit, suggestions floated in the air. Sunoo and Yunjin expressed their desire to see more statues, prompting a brief consensus. When it was your turn, you shared your preference, inspired by the research you had done during the bus ride.

"I want to see 'The Kiss by the Hotel de Ville' photography," you chimed in, catching everyone's attention. Jungwon, the de facto planner, quickly designated a meeting point in an hour, instructing everyone to keep their phones on for coordination. You nodded in agreement, and as the group dispersed to explore their chosen sections, you and Heeseung headed toward the photography exhibit.

Surprised and delighted, you noticed that he was still walking beside you, his presence a comforting closeness. Heeseung grinned, expressing his own interest in the photography. "I also want to see the photography. It looks enchanting from pictures; it must be even more magical in person," he shared, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

You smiled in agreement, and the two of you continued your journey through the museum. The proximity of your hands occasionally resulted in fleeting touches, heightening the awareness of the shared space between you. As you reached the designated section, excitement bubbled within you, and unable to contain it, you started to sprint ahead. "It's here! It's here!" you exclaimed with enthusiasm.

As you arrived at the display, Heeseung caught up, and together, you both marveled at the captivating photography. A gasp escaped your lips as you took in the scene – a man holding a woman in an intimate embrace, their eyes closed, surrounded by a blurred crowd. The photograph captured a moment frozen in time, a kiss that seemed to transcend centuries, exuding heartfelt romance.

Heeseung, now at your side, opened his mouth slightly, studying the photo with a thoughtful expression. It was clear that the image had captivated him as well. Glancing at you from the corner of his eyes, he couldn't help but smile at the genuine amazement reflected in your expression.

The museum's corridors echoed with the hum of curiosity and excitement as you and Heeseung delved deeper into the exhibits. The intricate art and historical artifacts were fascinating, but what captivated you the most was the easy banter and connection you shared with Heeseung.

As you reunited with your friends, the initial separation seemed to dissolve as you found yourself unintentionally gravitating toward Heeseung. Similarly, he sought you out amid the sea of faces, creating an amusing pattern that didn't go unnoticed by your friend groups. Giggles and knowing looks exchanged between them hinted at the brewing connection that transcended mere friendship.

Reuniting with the class brought a different dynamic. The other girls in the class observed the closeness you and Heeseung. Their glares of jealousy and thinly veiled resentment became more apparent as the day unfolded. The subtle possessiveness they felt over Heeseung clashed with the unintentional chemistry you shared with him.

As the class exited the museum and strolled toward the restaurant for dinner, the group naturally formed clusters. You found yourself walking alongside Heeseung once again, conversations flowing seamlessly between the two of you. The jealous glances intensified, and you couldn't help but feel discomfort.

Upon reaching the restaurant, the entryway's limited space prompted a slight separation between you and Heeseung. The class filed in, and when you finally settled into your seats, you noticed that Keeho had plopped down beside you. His infectious energy and playful banter were a welcome distraction, and you couldn't help but smile.

However, Heeseung's discontent was apparent. He wanted to sit with you, but circumstances dictated otherwise. His teacher requested him to sit a bit away from you on the other side of the long table. Seizing the opportunity, Kyeungmin, one of the girls who had glared at you earlier, took the seat beside him. And you couldn't help but notice how Heeseung's attention seemed divided.

As menus were distributed, you casually swiped through and decided on a simple pasta dish. The class engaged in small talk, and you and Keeho slipped into your usual banter, goofing around and exchanging lighthearted jokes. Laughter enveloped your small corner of the table, momentarily pushing aside the tension caused by lingering glances.

From the corner of your eye, you glimpsed Kyeungmin trying to strike up a conversation with Heeseung. His polite responses were apparent, and you couldn't help but huff in response. Keeho, sensing your mood, made a funny gesture, coaxing a giggle from you. The tight feeling in your chest subsided as Keeho continued to keep you company, offering a distraction from the unspoken tension lingering at the table.

Dinner arrived, and the restaurant's cozy ambiance embraced the class. Plates were filled with delicious dishes, and the air was filled with the hum of chatter and laughter. However, as you continued your meal, the dynamic at the table shifted.

Your attention was drawn to Kyeungmin, who was now openly flirting with Heeseung. His polite responses seemed to encourage her advances, and the subtle tension that had lingered before now escalated. Uncomfortable, you excused yourself from the table, claiming a sudden loss of appetite.

Your friends exchanged worried glances as you quickly paid for your meal and left the restaurant, not noticing the concerned expressions that followed you. Heeseung's gaze lingered on your retreating figure, torn between the awkward situation at the table and his desire to follow you.

With a final glance at Kyeungmin, he excused himself from the table, much to the concern of your teacher and everyone else.

The brisk Parisian night air swept through the streets as you ambled along the cobblestone paths, the city lights casting a soft glow on the charming architecture. Your footsteps echoed against the historic buildings, creating a rhythmic melody as you navigated the unfamiliar streets.

Suddenly, amidst the tranquility of the night, the cadence of footsteps emerged from behind you. You turned to find Heeseung catching up, his breath slightly labored from what seemed like a brisk jog. "Oh, hey," you greeted, a friendly smile curving your lips.

As Heeseung caught his breath, concern etched on his features, he questioned, "Why did you leave?" You shrugged nonchalantly, "I just wasn't hungry." He observed you for a moment, his eyes searching for a deeper truth. "You sure? You didn't look so good in there," he remarked. A subtle nod was your only response, and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence.

The journey back to the hotel unfolded with Heeseung once again in tow, the quietude occasionally interrupted by the distant sounds of the city at night. When you reached the hotel lobby, you exchanged a brief "good night" before parting ways at the elevators. As the doors closed behind him, you sighed in relief.

Back in your hotel room, you found solace in the familiar routine of unwinding. You pulled out your favorite pair of pajamas, their soft fabric offering comfort after a day of adventures. A shower followed, the warm water soothing both body and mind, and you towel-dried your hair with practiced ease.

With the TV remote in hand, you perched on the couch, hoping to find some distraction in the channels of a foreign language. The soft hum of French voices surrounded you, adding a touch of ambiance to the room. Despite your efforts, boredom prevailed, prompting you to power off the TV and surrender to the glow of your phone screen.

An hour later, the entrance door creaked open, and your friends spilled into the room, concern etched on their faces. Their collective worry washed over you as they circled around, bombarding you with questions. "What happened, Y/N?" "Are you okay?" Their care and friendship were evident, and you reassured them that it was simply a lack of appetite, likely due to the notorious jetlag.

Chaewon, ever the thoughtful one, produced a shopping bag filled with snacks and drinks, a gesture that warmed your heart. "We went to the grocery store after dinner, just in case you were hungry," she explained. Gratitude mingled with exhaustion as you accepted their offerings.

The night continued with the familiar routine of shower rotations, the shared laughter in the dimly lit room, and the joyous chaos of friends enjoying each other's company. The beds were pushed together, the lights dimmed, and beneath the shared blanket, a symphony of laughter and banter echoed, creating a harmonious lullaby that eventually led everyone into the comforting embrace of sleep.

Under the soft glow of the hotel room's dimmed lights, the air was filled with hushed whispers and giggles as you and the girls nestled together under the blanket. The makeshift fort created a cocoon of warmth, where secrets were shared, and laughter flowed freely. The hours passed in a blur as the conversation meandered through various topics, from school antics to crushes and dreams.

As midnight approached, the air in the room grew heavier with drowsiness. One by one, the girls began to yawn, a chain reaction of sleepy expressions spreading across the room. The shared secrets and laughter turned into comfortable silence as eyelids grew heavy, and the pull of sleep became irresistible.

The two separate beds, now pushed together to form a larger sleeping space, transformed into a cozy haven for the slumbering group. You found yourself nestled between Chaewon on your left and Kazuha on your right, the warmth and soft breathing of your friends creating a soothing symphony.

In the quiet moments before sleep claimed you, your thoughts drifted to Heeseung. The night sky outside the window held a canvas of stars, but your mind was lost in the constellation of memories and emotions surrounding him. You pondered if he was already asleep, miles away on another floor, separated by walls and dreams. Closing your eyes, you allowed the rhythmic breathing of your friends and the gentle hum of the city outside to lull you into a peaceful slumber.

Meanwhile, on the floor above, Heeseung laid in the cozy room, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Sunghoon, Jake, and Ni-ki were already lost in the embrace of dreams, leaving Heeseung alone with his thoughts. His mind, however, was only occupied by one person – you. Heeseung had carried a silent crush since childhood, a secret he guarded well. The trip, in his eyes, was an opportunity to reconnect and, perhaps, confess his feelings.

His gaze fixated on the ceiling, Heeseung's mind replayed the moments shared with you throughout the day. Admiration painted his features, and a soft smile lingered on his lips. He wrestled with the words he wished to express, contemplating whether the risk was worth it.

Eventually, fatigue claimed Heeseung, and he shifted into a more comfortable position. Closing his eyes, he allowed the thoughts of you to linger a moment longer before succumbing to the gentle pull of sleep, dreams of a shared future with you dancing in the depths of his consciousness.

The morning sun cast a warm glow over the picturesque streets of Paris as you and your classmates embarked on another day of exploration. The city's rich history unfolded before you as you visited iconic landmarks, strolled along cobblestone streets, and marveled at architectural wonders.

The anticipation of a day filled with new experiences was palpable, but a subtle tension lingered in the air, a result of the unspoken dynamics among your group. Kyeungmin's persistent proximity to Heeseung created an invisible barrier, leaving you on the outside looking in.

As the class gathered at the foot of the Eiffel Tower, you couldn't help but notice how Kyeungmin effortlessly attached herself to Heeseung's arm. Her laughter, once a distant echo, now felt like a constant background noise, drowning out the potential moments you could have shared with Heeseung. Your attempts to engage in conversations with him were met with distracted smiles, his attention seemingly held captive by Kyeungmin's animated stories.

The iconic structure of the Eiffel Tower stretched above you, but the gap between you and Heeseung widened with every passing moment. Kyeungmin, with an almost possessive air, clung to Heeseung as if they were more than just friends. A sense of frustration settled within you, an unspoken ache that grew with each shared glance and whispered exchange.

Throughout the day, the class moved from the Louvre to Notre-Dame, with Kyeungmin and Heeseung seemingly inseparable. The historic beauty of each location became a backdrop to a different narrative, one where you found yourself playing a peripheral role.

As you walked through the narrow streets of Montmartre, the lively atmosphere couldn't dispel the growing unease within you. The sight of Kyeungmin and Heeseung sharing smiles and secret glances fueled a sense of isolation, pushing you to the outskirts of the group.

Lunch at a charming French café offered a momentary reprieve, but even there, Kyeungmin managed to position herself close to Heeseung, monopolizing his attention. The distant hum of laughter from your friends became a melody of missed opportunities and fading connections.

By the time you reached the Sacré-Cœur Basilica, the emotional weight of the day bore down on you. The panoramic view of Paris, which should have been a shared moment of awe, felt like a solitary experience. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and pink across the city, you couldn't shake the feeling that something precious was slipping away.

The group gathered for dinner at a quaint French bistro, and the sense of isolation persisted. Even amidst the lively chatter, you found yourself yearning for a connection that seemed increasingly elusive. As the night fell, Paris sparkled around you, but the radiance of the city only deepened the shadows within.

Unbeknownst to you, Heeseung's eyes occasionally sought yours, a fleeting expression of regret and longing. His attempts to engage in meaningful conversation were subtly thwarted by Kyeungmin's interjections, and the distance between you and Heeseung grew with every unspoken word.

The hotel room hummed with an air of excitement, a symphony of hairdryers, laughter, and the clinking of makeup palettes as your group of friends prepared for an enchanting evening at the opera house. The two hours before the event were a frenzy of primping and preening, the anticipation palpable in the room.

Positioned in front of the bathroom mirror, you found yourself surrounded by a whirlwind of activity. Chaewon, Kazuha, Yunjin, and Suyeon, all busied themselves with their respective beauty routines. Each one of you had a unique style, and the room was alive with chatter and laughter.

Opting for a look that echoed simplicity and elegance, you chose a subtle makeup palette that accentuated your features without being too bold. As you applied the finishing touches, your long black dress, carefully selected for the occasion, hung gracefully in the backdrop. The dress was a masterpiece in itself – backless, with straps securing the top and knotting at the lower part of your back. The V-neckline cascaded down your chest, revealing the delicate curve of your collarbones. The fabric felt soft against your skin, akin to the gentle touch of silk. It gracefully trailed along the ground, with a daring slit running up the side, exposing your left leg. To balance the allure, you adorned sheer, laced black thigh-high socks, adding a touch of mystery and sophistication.

Amidst the shared space, playful banter filled the air. Kazuha's complaint about an elbow poking her side was met with Chaewon's defense of perfect mascara application.

Completing your makeup, you turned your attention to your hair, combing through it and letting the strands fall gracefully. A delicate necklace adorned your neck, and you added accessories to complement the ensemble. Stepping out of the bathroom, you couldn't help but smile at your reflection – you looked classy, elegant, and undeniably stunning.

With your essentials packed into a simple black purse embellished with silver flowers, you clasped on your black heels, each step echoing the anticipation of the night. A long black faux fur coat completed the ensemble, adding a touch of glamour and sophistication. As you stood before the mirror, you marveled at the transformation – a vision of timeless beauty.

Turning to your friends, you witnessed the culmination of their efforts. Each emerged from the bathroom wearing their chosen dresses, heels, and adorned with their preferred accessories.

The anticipation of the evening buzzed through the hotel lobby as you and your friends descended from your rooms, the atmosphere crackling with excitement and glamour. In your elegant ensemble, you felt a surge of confidence, accentuated by the whispers of silk and lace against your skin.

As you reached the lobby, some of your classmates had already gathered, creating a captivating tableau of refined fashion and anticipation. Your group gravitated towards Jungwon, Jay, Sunoo, and Sunghoon, who stood like modern-day gentlemen in impeccably tailored suits, their hair neatly combed, exuding a magnetic charm that only enhanced their natural charisma. A collective hum of admiration rippled through your group as you exchanged smiles and compliments.

The chatter among your friends continued, a lively exchange of laughter and conversation, punctuated by Yunjin's question that hung in the air, "When are the others coming?" The answer came swiftly, a blend of nonchalance and excitement from Sunghoon, "Soon." But before the conversation could delve deeper, Sunoo interjected with an exuberant proclamation, "Oh, there they are."

Your attention turned, as Jake and Ni-ki descended the staircase, both impeccably dressed in suits that showcased a timeless sense of style. And behind them, a figure emerged that caused your heart to skip a beat. Heeseung, the epitome of sophistication, stepped into view, and time seemed to slow.

Heeseung wore an ensemble that left an indelible impression. Black dress shoes added a polished touch to his attire, paired with sleek black slacks. A crisp white undershirt provided a canvas for a perfectly knotted black tie, and a black dress jacket adorned his broad shoulders. A thick coat draped over his form, adding an extra layer of elegance. His jet-black hair, artfully swept back, framed a face that embodied the essence of allure.

Your eyes met, and a charged silence enveloped the lobby. Heeseung's gaze roamed appreciatively from the tips of your heels to the gracefulness of your face. A soft, almost reverent "wow" escaped his lips, echoing the sentiment in the air. A chorus of playful snickers from your friends pulled you both back to the moment.

"You look good," you managed to say, a hint of nervousness in your voice. Heeseung, regaining his composure, responded with a genuine compliment, "Yeah, you do too."

The class gathered, a blend of eager anticipation and a shared desire to make the most of the night. The teacher, a beacon of authority, rallied everyone, "Alright class. Looks like everyone is here. Let's go. We gotta be at Palais Garnier in an hour." With that, the entourage began its procession toward the opera house, a parade of heels and shoes against the Parisian pavement, a harmonious prelude to an unforgettable evening.

Heeseungs POV:

The anticipation for the evening's rendezvous at Palais Garnier electrified the air as Heeseung, Sunghoon, Jake, and Ni-ki prepared in their hotel room. The room buzzed with the clinks of ties being adjusted, the subtle spray of cologne, and the rustle of dress shirts. Heeseung, sharing the space with his friends, felt the thrill of the evening ahead.

His excitement, however, was twinged with a hint of regret. Kyeungmin's constant presence had subtly distanced him from the opportunity to connect with you. He had hoped to explore the enchanting streets of Paris in your company, creating shared memories amidst the city's timeless charm. Yet, the distraction had impeded those plans, leaving a trace of melancholy in Heeseung's heart.

As he meticulously dressed in a tailored black suit, Heeseung couldn't help but wonder about your own preparations. The thought of seeing you in the midst of Parisian allure heightened his anticipation. He imagined the dress you might wear, the way you'd style your hair, and the grace with which you'd carry yourself. Paris held the promise of a magical night, and he wanted to share it with you.

The allure of Paris, however, took a backseat when he saw you in that breathtaking ensemble. The black dress clung to your figure, and Heeseung's eyes travelled over your outfit. His breath hitched at the sight. The silver accessories and heels added a touch of sophistication, but it was the long black faux fur coat that completed the ensemble, giving you an air of timeless elegance. Heeseung's heartbeat quickened as he caught a glimpse of the lace thigh highs from the sliver of the open coat. The sheer allure of your appearance stirred an undeniable longing within him.

For a fleeting moment, the desire to sweep you off your feet and take you back to his hotel room overwhelmed his thoughts. He wanted to admire you in the quiet intimacy of their space, away from prying eyes. He wanted to be the only one who could revel in your beauty.

The spell broke when the playful snickers of their friends reached his ears. Heeseung, still caught in the reverie of your allure, groaned inwardly. The world might appreciate your beauty tonight, but in his heart, Heeseung wanted you for himself. Even when you wore heels that brought you closer to his height, he still towered over you. The realization that you were beautiful beyond measure fueled a silent determination within him.

As they set out for the opera house, the backdrop of the pavement became the stage for a night that held promises of enchantment, and in the bustling rhythm of the city, Heeseung silently vowed to make this evening unforgettable, aspiring for moments when it would be just the two of you, lost in the allure of Paris.

The grandeur of the opera house unfolded before your eyes as you entered the magnificent building. The glow of lights illuminated the night sky, casting an ethereal aura around the structure. The gasps of awe echoed in the air as everyone marveled at the grand interior that lay before them. A set of grand staircases adorned the entrance, gracefully ascending and splitting into two sections leading to the second floor. The people milling around were dressed in suits and beautiful dresses, creating an atmosphere that felt like stepping into a fairy tale castle.

The interior, a spectacle of opulence, boasted mosaic and marble adorned with golden tones, creating a visual symphony that resonated with luxury. The sheer scale of the architecture left everyone breathless, transporting them to a realm of sophistication and elegance.

"Okay, the show starts in an hour! So make sure you all are in your seats! Here are your tickets," your teacher announced, distributing tickets from a folder. As you received yours and tucked it into your purse, Yunjin grabbed your arm, exclaiming, "Come on, Y/n! We gotta go exploring!" Following her lead, you joined Kazuha, Chaewon, and Suyeon. The harmonious clicking of your heels on the marble floor echoed through the air as you ascended the grand staircase and veered right when the stairs split.

Looking back, you noticed the guys following, albeit at a slower pace. Kyeungmin had predictably attached herself to Heeseung, hanging off his arm. Suppressing a huff of annoyance, you shifted your attention as Chaewon gasped loudly. Following her gaze, you understood the collective awe that swept through the group. The hallway stretched majestically, adorned with bust statues and crowned by chandeliers that hung gracefully from the ceiling.

"Guys, look up," Yunjin exclaimed, directing your attention to the ceiling. All gazes lifted as the guys caught up, and a collective gasp escaped your lips. The ceiling itself was a masterpiece, an intricate painting that held the essence of timeless beauty. Tears welled in your eyes, prompting you to wipe them away carefully, not wanting to disturb your makeup.

"That is amazing," Jay marveled, his sentiment echoed by the rest of the group. As you continued to admire the breathtaking ceiling and capture the moment with pictures, you failed to notice Heeseung breaking away from Kyeungmin. His gaze was drawn upward as well, and then it shifted to you. The admiration in his eyes spoke volumes as he took in the sight of not just the artwork above but also the beauty standing before him.

The opulent opera house buzzed with an air of sophistication, its corridors adorned with the elegance of centuries past. The rich tapestry of architecture held you captive, and you decided to savor every detail before joining your friends inside the theater. Lost in your admiration, you rounded a corner and, absorbed in your thoughts, collided with a handsome stranger.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you apologized, your gaze lifting to meet the man's. His eyes sparkled with a playful charm as he reassured you, "It's okay; I wasn't looking."

"Foreigner, huh?" he remarked with a teasing smile seeing you, and you nodded. "Yes, is it noticeable?" you inquired, curious about his perception.

His laughter echoed through the corridor as he replied, "Very." Leaning down gracefully, he took your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of it. "My name is Gabriel," he introduced himself, but you withdrew your hand, a subtle discomfort settling in.

"Nice to meet you," you responded, keeping a polite distance. "Y/n? A beautiful name fit for a beautiful woman," he complimented, and you thanked him, still feeling uneasy. Sensing the awkward tension, he asked, "Say, are you alone?"

Before you could respond, a protective arm encircled your waist from behind, and you looked up to find Heeseung standing there. He glared at Gabriel, his hand holding you close. "And who are you?" Gabriel inquired, seemingly unfazed.

"I'm her boyfriend," Heeseung declared, his jaw visibly clenched, his grip on you both tight and protective. Gabriel, unrelenting, challenged, "Boyfriend, huh? Prove it then. Kiss."

“Gladly,” Before you could react, Heeseung pulled you toward him, his hand gently gripping your jaw as he initiated a kiss. You gasped, but your hands instinctively found their way around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, and the intensity of the moment spoke louder than any words.

The grandeur of the opera house faded into the background as Heeseung and you remained locked in a moment of shared desire. After Gabriel disappeared, leaving you both momentarily breathless, the lingering tension between you and Heeseung refused to subside. "Fuck," Heeseung whispered, his gaze piercing through yours, a profound intensity underscoring his words.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull, your lips met again. Heeseung's urgency backed you against the wall, the cool marble contrasting with the heat of the kiss. His hand traced the contour of your leg, following the slit of your dress. You allowed him to lift your leg, wrapping it around his waist as the passion between you deepened.

His thumb danced underneath the lace thigh-high, a teasing revelation of more skin. The exploration continued as his other hand ventured under your coat, caressing the bare skin on your back. Heeseung groaned, the realization of the dress's backless design intensifying his desire.

With one hand gripping the nape of his neck and the other resting on his chest, you reveled in the electrifying connection. Heeseung hummed, kissing down from your jaw to your neck and collarbones. Soft murmurs of his name escaped your lips, your fingers finding solace in the strands of his hair.

As Heeseung pulled back, his lips stained with your lipstick, you met his gaze, both of you sharing an unspoken understanding. "Yes?" he whispered, his voice laden with a mix of desire and wonder. Your response was a simple hum as you pulled him back into another fervent kiss, by his black tie.

"Fuck. Oh, my God," Heeseung breathlessly muttered between kisses as you indulged in the heated exchange. The passion reached its peak, an intoxicating blend of longing and urgency.

The constant pinging of your phone pulled you back to reality, and you both reluctantly detached. Gasping for air, you retrieved your phone, realizing Yunjin's urgent messages about the impending show. "Oh, shit! It's starting!" you exclaimed, rushing to the main area, clutching your purse and phone. Heeseung followed closely behind.

Entering the dimly lit theater, you settled into your seat next to Chaewon and Yunjin. "There you are," Yunjin whispered, and you breathlessly replied, "Yeah... here I am." As you discreetly observed Heeseung taking his place beside Ni-ki and Jake, your heart still raced from the forbidden rendezvous. In the darkness, his silhouette hinted at the storm of emotions that mirrored your own. As the ballerinas graced the stage, you slipped off your coat, focusing on the show while secretly relishing the knowledge of how Heeseung's gaze lingered on the exposed skin your dress revealed. The night had taken an unexpected turn, and the echo of the clandestine encounter lingered, promising a symphony of emotions yet to unfold.

Heeseungs POV:

Heeseung couldn't bear to watch from afar as Gabriel engaged in conversation with you. As Gabriel introduced himself, Heeseung's gaze remained fixed on him, a silent warning beneath the surface. When Gabriel bent down to kiss the back of your hand, Heeseung felt an undeniable flare of irritation. Yet, as you pulled away, seemingly uncomfortable, Heeseung couldn't resist the opportunity to assert himself, and without a second thought, he closed the distance between you and him, slipping his hand around your waist possessively. The protective hold was both instinctual and intentional, an unspoken claim against any potential threat. "She's with me, actually," he declared, his jaw clenched with a hint of possessiveness. "And who are you?" Gabriel inquired, seemingly unfazed. "I'm her boyfriend," Heeseung stated, the grip around your waist tightening subtly. Oh how he wished that was the truth.

The challenge escalated as Gabriel demanded a kiss for proof. Heeseung didn't hesitate, pulling you toward him and gripping your jaw gently. The world blurred as their lips met, a whirlwind of sensation as he tasted the undeniable chemistry that had always lingered between you. The intensity was undeniable, fueled by the untamed desire that had simmered beneath the surface for far too long.

The kiss was a revelation, igniting a spark that Heeseung had desperately longed to unleash. Your hands wound around his neck, pulling him closer, and the kiss deepened, both fervent and hungry. It was an intoxicating dance, a symphony of passion that resonated with each stolen breath.

The world around him vanished as the connection deepened. Heeseung was intoxicated by the taste of your lips, the warmth of your body pressed against his. His hand traced the contours of your leg, accentuated by the slit in your dress, as he reveled in the sensations that consumed him.

Underneath the lace thigh-high, his thumb traced the delicate patterns, reveling in the intimacy. The allure of your backless dress heightened the desire coursing through him, leaving him yearning for more.

Heeseung marveled at the feeling of your skin against his, the warmth of your embrace setting his senses ablaze. Every touch, every movement was a testament to the magnetic pull that drew him to you. In that stolen moment, he felt a willingness to go to any length to be close to you, to be the one who claimed your attention above all else.

When he pulled back, the realization of the public setting hit him. "Fuck," he muttered, his thoughts racing. The temptation to continue was strong, an almost obsessive desire to explore every inch of you. His mind flashed with vivid images of getting on his knees for you, a testament to the intensity of his longing. The bad timing gnawed at him, an unwanted interruption that disrupted the stolen moments he had yearned for. As you hurried back to the theater, he followed closely, the echoes of your heels against the marble floor a rhythm to his internal turmoil.

Entering the dimly lit theater, Heeseung settled into his seat, trying to compose himself. Yet, the performance on the stage became a mere backdrop to the real spectacle – you, seated just two rows in front of him, looking resplendent in the elegant dress. Every movement, every glimpse. Heeseung struggled to tear his gaze away from the masterpiece that was you.

When the grandeur of the opera had come to an end, and the group returned to the hotel, the echoes of applause and the memory of the exquisite performance lingering in the air. Yet, despite the enchanting atmosphere, a cloud of tension veiled Heeseung's demeanor. As they entered the hotel lobby, he instinctively sought out your presence, only to find you conspicuously absent.

His displeasure was evident as he scanned the surroundings, a subtle frown etching across his features. The realization hit him like a jolt – you were purposefully avoiding him. The nagging question echoed in his mind -"Why?"

Kyeungmin's lingering presence further soured his mood. He groaned inwardly, grappling with a mix of frustration and yearning. He begrudgingly made his way to his hotel room, accompanied by Sunghoon, Jake, and Ni-ki, who were blissfully unaware of the tumult within him.

As they entered the room, Jake's concerned inquiry sliced through the silence, "Why are you so down?" Heeseung collapsed on the bed, shielding his eyes from prying gazes. "Nothing, just tired," he replied, a nonchalant facade masking the turmoil beneath.

Jake persisted, his tone hinting at a deeper understanding, "You sure?" Heeseung's response carried a finality that conveyed the end of the discussion. "Yes." The room fell into a momentary lull, interrupted only by the background squabble between Sunghoon, Jake, and Ni-ki over shower usage.

Amidst the trivial distractions, Heeseung's mind was elsewhere. The recollection of your sudden avoidance and the lingering memory of the hallway kiss played vividly in his thoughts. A blush adorned his cheeks, a silent testament to the impact it had left on him.

Fortunately, his friends remained oblivious to his inner turmoil, too engrossed in their own activities. But Heeseung's focus was singular – he needed to see you, to unravel the mystery behind your avoidance, and perhaps, to confess the feelings that had lingered for far too long. The desire to be alone with you, to strip away the barriers and lay bare his heart, was the driving force behind the cloud of tension that enveloped him.

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a serene glow over the city that never slept. Within the confines of your hotel room, the gentle snores of your friends provided a rhythmic lull, but your restless mind resisted the embrace of slumber. Frustration welled within you, and a spontaneous decision emerged – a solitary walk through the quiet streets to clear the storm brewing in your thoughts.

With stealthy steps, you slipped out of bed, clad in pyjama pants and a jacket to ward off the night chill. The window creaked open, and you descended the fire escape, navigating the quiet stairwell until your feet met the damp pavement below. The night air was cool, caressing your face as you walked, the city lights casting long shadows on the streets.

As you strolled, a familiar sensation graced your skin – raindrops, gentle at first, then gradually intensifying. Seeking refuge, you found shelter beneath the awning of a closed establishment. The rhythmic patter of rain provided a soothing backdrop to your contemplation, lost in the dance of droplets.

However, the tranquility shattered when a voice called out your name, piercing through the rain-laden air. "Y/N!" The voice belonged to Heeseung, running towards you with a jacket and an umbrella in hand. Panic seized you, and instinctively, you turned and sprinted away, leaving the echoes of his desperate calls behind.

Ignoring the soaked clothes and the disapproving glances from strangers, you ran until exhaustion halted your escape. Breathless, you halted, and stood beneath the rain, wiping away the tears mingling with the droplets on your cheeks, feeling the burn in your lungs. It was then that Heeseung caught up, his presence casting a shadow over your moment of solitude.

"Please... Y/N, why are you running from me?" Breathless, he asked, Gasping, you admitted, "I don't know."

Heeseung pleaded, "Please, don't ignore me," as he drew near. Frustrated, you snapped, "Just run back to Kyeungmin! Why care for me?" Heeseung retaliated, "Because I do! I care for you, not Kyeungmin!"

"Why should you?" you shot back. Heeseung's frustration reached its peak, prompting him to question, "Why wouldn't i!?" You retorted with, "Because I'm not your girlfriend! We aren't even friends!"

His reply was unexpected and heartfelt: "Then be my girlfriend." The words lingered in the air, leaving you wide-eyed. Heeseung approached, his hand winding around your waist. "Y/N, I've been in love with you for years. I love you so much it hurts. I'm sorry it's taken so long to admit it. I was scared of what you would say or think. But now, I don't care. So please..." Heeseung confessed, sinking to one knee and looking up at you, his eyes brimming with hope. "Please be my girlfriend."

Overwhelmed by the unexpected revelation, tears welled in your eyes. Heeseung's confession echoed your long-unspoken sentiments. In a burst of emotion, you threw yourself at him, causing him to stumble and sit on the pavement as your lips collided in a fervent kiss. Amidst the rain-soaked embrace, you joyously exclaimed, "Yes!"

The downpour intensified, but neither of you cared. Heeseung held you close, hugging you as the realization of reciprocated feelings sank in. The rain painted an ethereal backdrop, as Heeseung stood up from the rain-drenched pavement, his arms strong and sure as he lifted you effortlessly by your thighs. A gasp escaped your lips, the sensation of being lifted off the ground, coupled with the joyous confession, creating a moment that transcended the ordinary. Heeseung's admission of happiness painted a grin across his face, his wet hair clinging to his forehead. "I'm so happy," he confessed, his voice carrying the weight of years of unspoken feelings.

"Me too," you responded, your voice mirroring the elation that danced between you. Heeseung gently set you down, and with a shared understanding, you decided to make your way back to the hotel. The umbrella became a makeshift shield against the remaining raindrops, Heeseung holding it up over you. His arm circled your waist, creating an intimate cocoon as you both walked the dimly lit streets, back towards the sanctuary of the hotel.

Climbing the fire escape to Heeseung's room added a touch of secrecy to the night, the quiet ascension a shared secret between the two of you. The sleeping figures of Sunghoon, Niki, and Jake lay undisturbed, granting a moment of privacy as you entered the room.

"Are you sure it's okay to be here?" you inquired, casting a glance at the peacefully slumbering friends. "Yeah, they won't wake up so easily. The bathroom is there. Take a shower," Heeseung assured, a sense of familiarity and comfort emanating from the dimly lit room. You nodded in acknowledgment, entering the bathroom and letting the warm water wash away the remnants of the night's escapades.

A gentle knock on the door punctuated the moment. "Y/N?" Heeseung's voice reached you. "I brought some clothes for you; it ain't much bu–" His words trailed off as you swung open the door, facing him with just a towel draped around you. "Thank you!" you chimed, accepting the clothes with a playful grin. The blush that adorned Heeseung's face was a testament to the lingering excitement of the night. Closing the door behind you, you changed into Heeseung's clothes, the oversized sweatpants cinched tightly and the T-shirt hanging loosely. Grateful that your bra had remained dry beneath your jacket, you couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and belonging in Heeseung's borrowed attire.

The warmth of the shower had dissipated, leaving you refreshed and wrapped in Heeseung's oversized clothes. Stepping out of the bathroom, the soft glow from the muted lights revealed Heeseung leaning casually against the wall. His eyes widened appreciatively as they traced the contours of you adorned in his clothes, a hint of a playful smirk playing on his lips.

"Your turn, loverboy," you teased, deftly dodging his attempts to pull you into his embrace. "Shower before you catch a cold," you added, a mischievous glint in your eyes as Heeseung groaned playfully. Yielding to your suggestion, he entered the bathroom, and soon after, the soothing sound of running water enveloped the room.

Seated on the couch, you took in the ambient sounds of raindrops tapping against the window, a serene backdrop to the events that had transpired. The room was dimly lit, the other occupants still lost in the embrace of dreams, oblivious to the shared moment unfolding.

Heeseung emerged from the bathroom, clad in dry clothes, his smile radiant as he approached you. Settling beside you on the couch, he couldn't help but express his disbelief, "I can't believe you're finally my girlfriend..."

"And I can't believe you're my boyfriend," you replied, sharing a smile as he wrapped his arms around you. Nestling against his warmth, you felt his fingers play gently with your damp hair. His embrace offered a sense of security, and as the fatigue from the night's adventures caught up with you, a soft yawn escaped your lips.

Heeseung, attuned to your signals, heard the yawn and observed as your body gradually surrendered to the embrace of sleep. With careful tenderness, he stretched out on the couch, arranging you over his chest to ensure your comfort. Time seemed to blur as he lay there, the only sound in the room being the gentle snores from you, Sunghoon, Jake, and Ni-ki.

Shaking his head in contentment, Heeseung allowed himself to succumb to the pull of slumber. With you nestled against him, he drifted into a peaceful sleep, the quietude of the room punctuated only by the rhythmic lullabies of rain and shared dreams.

The morning light streamed gently into the room as you stirred awake, finding yourself nestled against Heeseung's warmth. A yawn escaped your lips, followed by a soft hum as you admired his serene sleeping face. His peaceful features, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, the occasional twitches—all combined to paint a picture that made your heart swell with affection.

"Hee?" you whispered, leaning in to kiss the curve of his mouth. With each tender peck, you continued, "Heeseung?" His arms tightened around your waist in response, and a contented smile graced his lips as he blinked open his eyes. "What a way to wake up," he groggily murmured in his deep morning voice, eliciting a giggle from you. "Morning, baby," he said, returning your affectionate kisses.

"Morning," you replied with a smile. A brief moment of silence lingered, and then you announced, "I need to go back to my room." Heeseung playfully whined, pulling you closer. "Stay." His plea was accompanied by a hopeful expression. "Heeseung, I have to go. You'll see me at breakfast," you assured. "Promise?" he asked. "Promise," you replied. "Okay," he conceded, reluctantly letting you go. You grabbed your clothes from yesterday, opened the window to the fire escape, and climbed down to your room where your friends were still in the embrace of slumber.

With a hum, you gathered your wet clothes in a bag and selected new ones for the day. After your morning routine, you changed into ripped jeans and a comfy hoodie. Stepping out of the bathroom, you greeted the waking girls with a cheerful, "Morning, guys!" As they stirred, you brushed your hair and waited for them to get ready. Once everyone was set, you headed down to the hotel's restaurant for breakfast.

You filled your plate and settled down beside Chaewon and Kazuha, enjoying the morning feast. When you stood up to refill your juice, you spotted the guys entering the restaurant. Heeseung's eyes lit up when he saw you, and he grinned, pulling you into a sweet kiss by your waist. The affectionate exchange turned heads, drawing surprised stares from the classmates and even the teacher.

"What?" you exclaimed in response to the collective gaze. Heeseung continued to smile, unbothered. Kyeungmin, however, couldn't contain her anger. She stomped towards you, ready to unleash her frustration, but Jake intervened, urging her to calm down. Heeseung asserted, "I have a girlfriend now, Kyeungmin." Despite her protests, the teacher intervened, instructing her to return to her seat.

As you returned to your place, Heeseung and his friends joined you. Smirks and knowing glances were exchanged among your friends. "So?" Yunjin prompted with a teasing grin. "Well," you began, looking up at Heeseung, "We're together," you declared, exchanging smiles with Heeseung. "Happily together," he added, and you chose to ignore the amused glances and exchanged money among your friends. It seemed they all had a bet on the two of you.

The streets of Paris echoed with the lively chatter of tourists and locals alike as you and Heeseung strolled hand in hand. The city, bathed in the warm hues of the sun, offered a picturesque backdrop to your last day of exploration. A free period granted you the freedom to create memories at your own pace, but the warning from the teacher about staying in groups and observing the curfew lingered in the air.

Amidst the vibrant ambiance, Heeseung turned to you with a question, "What do you wanna do?" A mischievous glint danced in your eyes as you replied, "Hmm, I wanna get ice cream first!" Heeseung nodded in agreement, and together with your friends, you all indulged in the delight of ice cream. A charming park became the setting for your impromptu gathering, where laughter and conversations flowed freely. Jungwon voiced the collective sentiment, expressing happiness that you and Heeseung had finally embraced your feelings. Chuckles erupted from both of you, the day unfolding with the promise of joy.

As the group roamed Paris, serendipitous moments found you and Heeseung alone in romantically charged settings. One such instance occurred in a vast bookshop, where towering shelves embraced literary wonders. On the second floor, you stretched to reach a tempting book, only for Heeseung to smoothly retrieve it for you. A soft "thank you" escaped your lips, and as you examined the book, his hand gently cradled your jaw, lifting your gaze to meet his. A smile played on his lips before a tender kiss ensued. Caught in the intimate exchange, you dropped the book, your hands finding solace in the warmth of Heeseung's sweater. The spell was broken by the amused interruption of Kazuha, reminding you that, perhaps, a bookshop wasn't the most private place for such encounters.

Another intimate moment unfolded during a serene canoe ride, the rhythmic dip of Heeseung's oar creating a soothing melody. He sung softly, casting a glance your way with a smile. With your gaze fixated on the water, you admired the playful dance of fish beneath the surface.

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Amidst the hustle and bustle of a Parisian boutique, you found yourself immersed in a sea of fashionable choices. The allure of a chic skirt and a matching top beckoned you, and with a glint of excitement in your eyes, you decided to try them on. The changing room provided a momentary sanctuary where you could revel in the delight of a potential new outfit.

As you emerged from the changing room, the skirt swaying with each step, your eyes locked with Heeseung's. A palpable appreciation radiated from his gaze as he admired the ensemble. Drawn closer by an irresistible magnetism, he approached you, a slow and deliberate stride that carried the weight of desire.

With a subtle smile playing on your lips, you felt the gentle push of the curtain against your back as Heeseung enclosed both of you in a cocoon of privacy. His words, a soft declaration, caressed the air, "Baby, you look amazing in whatever you wear." The sincerity of his compliment warmed your heart as his lips found yours against the changing room wall.

Heeseung's hands traced the contours of your body with a possessive familiarity, his fingers slipping underneath the fabric of the skirt, exploring the expanse of your thigh. The other hand secured itself on your hip, grounding you in the intensity of the moment. You reciprocated with a fervent response, your hands finding solace around his neck as the world outside the curtain ceased to exist.

In the hushed haven of shared desire, time seemed to stretch, suspended in the allure of each stolen kiss. However, the melody of Sunghoon's voice, calling your names from beyond the curtain, broke the enchantment. "Y/n? Heeseung?" Sunghoon's inquiry sliced through the intimate bubble, prompting a reluctant withdrawal.

"We'll be there!" you called out, the corners of your lips lifting into a playful smile. Heeseung, though slightly disgruntled by the interruption, snickered. "So many interruptions," he grumbled, his lips finding sanctuary on your forehead before relinquishing the tight grip on the curtain. You, in tandem, shifted back into the reality of the bustling store.

A playful snicker accompanied your return to the world outside the changing room. "I'm buying you that skirt and top," Heeseung declared with a determined grin. "Okay, baby," you responded with a teasing chuckle, clutching the bag of clothes that held the promise of a stylish addition to your wardrobe. The boutique, a silent witness to a stolen moment, resumed its lively rhythm as you both exited, hand in hand, ready to embrace the streets of Paris in your newfound attire.

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The evening in Paris was drenched in a soft glow, the city's lights shimmering like scattered stardust. You and Heeseung found yourselves perched in front of the Eiffel Tower, a symbol of love that echoed your own burgeoning romance. The iconic landmark loomed overhead, its intricate lattice structure outlined against the night sky.

A comfortable silence enveloped both of you as you sat side by side on a blanket spread over the grass. The gentle breeze carried whispers of enchantment, and the distant hum of the city created a soothing symphony.

Heeseung's gaze lingered on you, an adoring smile playing on his lips. You felt his warmth beside you, his hand finding yours as your fingers intertwined. The soft glow of the Eiffel Tower bathed both of you in a romantic ambiance.

"I still can't believe we're here together," Heeseung said, his voice carrying a mix of awe and happiness. "In Paris, under the Eiffel Tower."

You turned to look at him, a grin lighting up your face. "Yeah, it feels like a dream. But it's real, isn't it?"

Heeseung nodded, his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand. "Very real. And the best part is, we're not just in Paris. We're here together."

The shared realization sparked joy in both of you, a shared happiness that radiated in the quiet moments between words. The city's lights danced around you, and the Eiffel Tower stood as a silent witness to your budding love story.

"We're together, and that's all that matters," you added, leaning against Heeseung's shoulder. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

Heeseung's affectionate gaze deepened, and he pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head. "Me neither. I'm so grateful for this moment, for us."

The Eiffel Tower glittered above, its beams of light sending a cascade of sparkles across the dark canvas of the night. As the two of you sat there, wrapped in the magic of Paris, the realization of being together in such a magical place brought an overwhelming sense of happiness.

In the heart of the city of love, you and Heeseung forged your own narrative, creating memories that would forever be etched in the silhouette of the Eiffel Tower, a testament to the beginning of a beautiful journey together.

The train station buzzed with activity as your class gathered, ready to embark on the journey back to the airport. The absence of the bus privilege this time didn't dampen the spirits; instead, it added an air of adventure to the conclusion of your trip. Heeseung, standing by your side, couldn't hide the brightening of his eyes when he noticed you wearing the clothes he gave you the night before. The simple act brought a warmth to his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the connection between you two.

Throughout the wait, Heeseung didn't leave your side. His presence was a comforting constant, his arms wrapped around you as you leaned into the embrace. The attention and affection he showered on you made the entire experience feel magical. You welcomed the closeness, relishing in the feeling of being special and cherished.

When the train arrived, exhaustion settling in, Heeseung didn't hesitate. With a smile, he effortlessly lifted you onto his back, your arms wrapping around his neck. Yunjin took charge of your baggage, and Jay carried Heeseung's as the group boarded the train. Heeseung sat you down with gentle care, claiming a seat beside you. The rhythmic sound of the train became a soothing background as each of you plugged in an AirPod, sharing the music that played in unison.

The airport greeted you with the hum of bustling travelers, and Heeseung continued his attentive gestures. Piggyback rides turned into him carrying you through the airport, navigating the crowds effortlessly. You leaned into him, enjoying the shared moments, his presence a source of comfort and joy.

The boarding gate buzzed with activity as you and Heeseung made your way onto the plane. The anticipation of returning home mingled with the bittersweet feeling of leaving behind the vibrant memories created in Paris. As you searched for your seats, you found yourself in the middle seat, but the slight disappointment vanished when you realized Heeseung was seated beside you, in the coveted window seat.

"Hi, princess," Heeseung greeted you with a warm smile as you settled into your seats. "Hello, my prince," you replied, the endearing nicknames exchanged creating an atmosphere of shared affection between you two. The plane took off, and, in no time, you found yourselves immersed in a lively conversation, the hum of the engines becoming a backdrop to your laughter and whispers.

Throughout the plane ride, you and Heeseung were inseparable. Cuddling became second nature, a seamless blending of comfort and shared joy amid the confined space. The hours passed in the blink of an eye as you continued to exchange stories, dreams, and laughter.

As the plane touched down and the passengers prepared to disembark, the farewell hugs and goodbyes echoed through the cabin. Your classmates dispersed, heading to their respective destinations. You and Heeseung lingered, savoring the final moments of the trip.

Standing together, the moonlight bathing the airport in a soft glow, you waited for your ride. The hushed conversations and the distant hum of airport activities filled the air. Heeseung, beside you, smiled, his arm wrapping around you. "Fun trip? Hmm?" he asked, the twinkle in his eyes reflecting the shared memories.

"Yeah, a fun trip," you confirmed, your gaze meeting his. Heeseung grinned, sealing the sentiment with a tender peck on your lips. "Je t'aime, mi amor," he whispered in French, the words carrying a warmth that transcended language barriers. You chuckled, reciprocating, "Mhh, je t'aime," as you shared a soft, lingering kiss beneath the moonlit sky.

Overall, the trip was undeniably a success. The adventure in Paris had not only gifted you with cherished memories but also with a newfound relationship that blossomed amidst the romantic ambiance of the City of Lights.

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