By Zephyria 
Yoon Joo-ho, with his hands on Song Hyun-soo’s sides, lowered his gaze and made his lips protrude with a displeased look. He looked like he was hesitating whether to speak or not. Then, as if forced, he spat out his dissatisfaction.
“Why are you saying such affectionate things?”
“What do you mean?”
“Saying you’re in the same Paris… isn’t that a bit much?”
“Ah, that’s because… it’s the first time I’ve met Ji-in hyung since he moved here. I just meant I was looking forward to it.”
“Too much.”
Song Hyun-soo looked up at him, trying to suppress a smile.
“Were you jealous?”
“Not jealous.”
“Then what?”
“Just unpleasant.”
“Sounds like the same thing to me.”
“Jealousy is a feeling you have for someone who’s at least on equal footing.”
It seemed like another one of Yoon Joo-ho’s long, nonsensical rants was about to begin, but Song Hyun-soo pretended to listen attentively, not wanting to upset his feelings from the start of the trip.
“Does my ranking in your heart mean I have to keep Jung Ji-in in check?”
Song Hyun-soo shook his head almost as if he had been waiting for it, immediately and firmly.
“No. Of course not.”
Hmm. Judging by the intensity of his breathing, his mood seemed to have softened somewhat.
“But it doesn’t sound good, and it’s not pleasant.”
“Okay. I’ll be careful.”
Song Hyun-soo, answering coolly, tightened his arms around his neck, hugging him closer. Close enough for their chests to touch. Yoon Joo-ho, who had been awkwardly placing his hands on Song Hyun-soo’s sides, wrapped his arms around his waist.
Reporting every single thing he ate, who he met, and where he went, and having to explain himself to alleviate feelings like jealousy or suspicion, such a relationship was like labor to him. Yoon Joo-ho had said that once, sharing a cigarette after sex. He just couldn’t adapt to those things.
But now, he was not only explaining himself for jealousy, but he himself was feeling jealous and demanding the other person’s correction.
Feeling unpleasant when someone else is involved between them, trying to be affectionate to resolve the unpleasant feelings, and reconciling by hugging each other. Every time he felt that he was getting used to this process, he felt that they were becoming quite the couple. With his cheek against his, Song Hyun-soo smiled slightly.
“You changed your clothes, right? Shall we go out?”
“There’s one problem.”
“What is it?”
“Team Leader Jo is against it.”
Team Leader Jo was Yoon Joo-ho’s security team leader.
“He doesn’t want us to go out?”
“He says it’s okay to take a walk around here, but it’s better to avoid the Champs-Élysées. Or, go out with the security team.”
It didn’t take Song Hyun-soo long to make a decision.
“We don’t have to go all the way to the Champs-Élysées, so let’s just go out by ourselves.”
“You want to?”
Song Hyun-soo nodded without a second thought, and Yoon Joo-ho smiled and brushed his lover’s hair back.
Then he handed him one of the outer jackets that had been placed on the sofa. It was a windbreaker with a hood.
“Wear this.”
“Why?”
“It’s better to wear something different from what you wore when you arrived.”
It seemed that they had shaken off the fans well when they came into the city, and the hotel location didn’t seem to have been exposed yet. But it couldn’t hurt to be careful.
Song Hyun-soo put on a baseball cap with a deep brim, and Yoon Joo-ho put on the bucket hat that Song Hyun-soo had given him as a gift.
The hat that he had asked Jung Ji-in to choose for him, and that had caused him unexpected pain.
There had even been a light argument with Yoon Joo-ho over the disposal of the hat. Song Hyun-soo trying to throw it away, and Yoon Joo-ho refusing. He was firm.
‘It’s the first gift you gave me. It means nothing more than that.’
Strangely enough, after that, he no longer thought of Jung Ji-in when he saw this hat.
In the elevator, Song Hyun-soo slyly hooked his finger around his.
The bell rang on the 3rd floor and the elevator stopped, so he hurriedly tried to pull his hand away. But Yoon Joo-ho intertwined his fingers more tightly and wouldn’t let go.
To the old lady who greeted them with a warm smile, saying ‘Good evening,’ Song Hyun-soo could only return the greeting with an awkward face. Yoon Joo-ho shook his shoulders, suppressing a laugh.
Instead of venturing onto the Champs-Élysées, the two wandered around Avenue George V and Avenue Montaigne. It was a shopping district lined with luxury brand flagship stores. Since most of the stores had closed, the streets were naturally desolate.
Perhaps because they had eaten too much on the plane, they weren’t hungry at all, even though they had skipped dinner. Or maybe it was because they were excited.
The night south of the Champs-Élysées was dim. It was the perfect place for lovers to hide and conceal their identities.
They held hands and strode confidently through the streets.
They captured each other’s images on their phones.
They became each other’s passionate photographers, directing poses. As if practicing for the photo shoot that would take place the next day. They also took selfies with their faces close together. Like any ordinary couple.
Every time they passed a building, the Eiffel Tower, which would disappear and reappear, was like the moon that followed them everywhere in their childhood.
“Sunbae, look! I think it’s the top of the hour!”
Song Hyun-soo, who was walking while holding Yoon Joo-ho’s hand, shouted, pointing to the sky.
The Eiffel Tower, which puts on a light show every hour on the hour, was sparkling at the end of Avenue Montaigne.
As if he never got tired of seeing it, Song Hyun-soo still looked up at the tower with a dreamy face and murmured.
“A pretty thing has become even prettier.”
While holding Song Hyun-soo’s hand, which was warm, and looking at his profile, Yoon Joo-ho felt something inside him that had been ignored and neglected being restored.
He glanced around and cupped Song Hyun-soo’s cheeks. He quickly kissed him on the lips as he turned around with a ‘why?’ expression. The surface of his lips was cold in the cold autumn night air, but the inside was hot from walking around so much.
Seeing Song Hyun-soo’s surprised face, he grinned and put his arm around Song Hyun-soo’s shoulder, looking up at the Eiffel Tower.
Instead of scolding him for what he was doing, Song Hyun-soo wrapped his arms around his waist and looked at the same place.
Perhaps magic falls on Paris every time the Eiffel Tower sparkles. At least there was something that made you believe so.
S#3. LONG TAKE FILM
The shooting went smoothly.
It was Song Hyun-soo’s first time doing a photo shoot, and of course, his first time doing an outdoor photo shoot, but thanks to Yoon Joo-ho’s skillful lead, he was able to adapt quickly.
But perhaps because he was unknowingly nervous, or perhaps because of the jet lag, he collapsed as soon as he returned to the hotel after the first day of shooting, without even eating dinner. Then he woke up early in the morning and filled his stomach with room service.
While grumbling about how there was no such thing as a lover who fell asleep before 9 o’clock on their first trip, Yoon Joo-ho sat across the table and pushed the salad that Song Hyun-soo’s fork often went to closer to him. It seemed that tsundere couldn’t be completely cured.
They didn’t spend a romantic time in a bathtub filled with rose petals (not that there were any such plans), but thanks to that, the two were able to start the second day of shooting in better condition.
The base camp for the shooting was a studio near the Rodin Museum.
The editor in charge said that it was a place he rented whenever he came to Paris for a shoot. Located on the top floor, the 6th floor, of a typical Haussmann-style apartment, the studio had a pretty cool view of the Eiffel Tower from the balcony.
The outfits to be used for the photo shoot were arranged on several hangers, and the photographer team was busy on one side, preparing the shooting equipment.
In front of a large dressing table, Song Hyun-soo began to get his makeup done, with hair clips stuck on either side of his part.
The chief makeup artist checked his skin condition and looked at Song Hyun-soo through the mirror.
“Hyun-soo, you must have slept well yesterday. Right?”
“How did you know, Chief?”
“I can tell by looking at your skin condition. It was good yesterday, but today you won’t even need foundation, will you?”
“I slept like a log yesterday.”
“You must have been tired.”
“I fell asleep right away without even eating dinner.”
Since they had become quite close while filming all day yesterday, the atmosphere was much lighter today from before the shoot.
The chief makeup artist smiled playfully as she dabbed foundation on various parts of Song Hyun-soo’s face.
“Didn’t the CEO scold you?”
“Pardon?”
“When Hyun-soo said he was too tired and had to go in and sleep, Joo-ho followed him in.”
“Ah…”
Even though they had clearly gone through the same forced march together, the staff was unbelievably energetic after the shooting yesterday. Song Hyun-soo had no choice but to decline their suggestion to have dinner together. His eyelids were almost closing.
‘Then I’ll go in too.’
As soon as Song Hyun-soo declined, Yoon Joo-ho followed him as if it were natural.