By Zephyria 
“Jooho Senior!” Hurry! Come quickly! The Eiffel Tower looks so close from this terrace!”
Yoon Joo-ho smiled at the sight of Song Hyun-soo rushing in from the terrace, full of excitement. He was led by Song Hyun-soo’s hand onto the terrace.
“How is it? Amazing, right? Doesn’t it feel like it’s right in front of us?”
Standing side by side with Song Hyun-soo, Yoon Joo-ho also looked at the Eiffel Tower.
“How can it look so close when it’s across the river?”
Song Hyun-soo was right. The tower, clearly separated by the Seine, seemed close enough to touch if you reached out.
“It’s like seeing stars up close.”
“……”
“Paris… so this is Paris…”
The orange lights of the Eiffel Tower illuminated Song Hyun-soo’s profile as he murmured as if in a dream.
“Do you like it that much?”
It was a genuine question. Yoon Joo-ho knew that Song Hyun-soo had been very excited about this trip to Paris since the photoshoot was scheduled. But he didn’t expect him to be this happy when he actually arrived.
“Yes, I still can’t believe it, even though I’m here looking at it.”
Yoon Joo-ho carefully watched Song Hyun-soo’s profile as he looked up at the tower. He looked not like he was on a hotel balcony, but like an explorer standing on the bow of a ship just leaving the harbor and heading out into the ocean.
He suddenly looked at Yoon Joo-ho with a worried expression.
“Jooho Senior, but isn’t this room super expensive?”
It seemed the explorer had returned to reality.
“It is expensive.”
“You’re not even denying it.”
“If I denied it? Would you believe me?”
“How much is it per n—”
Just like when he suddenly asked about the price of the Porsche, Song Hyun-soo was completely unreserved in bringing up money again. Yoon Joo-ho raised his index finger to Song Hyun-soo’s lips. And he rubbed it back and forth, lightly smudging his lips.
“Don’t ruin the mood by looking it up.”
“……”
“You heard what Seohae hyung said, right?”
“What did he say?”
Song Hyun-soo asked, pulling Yoon Joo-ho’s hand down.
“He said it’s our honeymoon.”
“Ah…”
“Well, we wouldn’t really pass off a real honeymoon like this. But anyway, this is our first trip together.”
Song Hyun-soo’s face flushed red. He was like a high school boy who was passionate about chasing soccer balls and more enthusiastic about games than sex, but he was shy about the word “honeymoon,” which made him all the more lovable.
Yoon Joo-ho gently massaged the back of his lover’s neck, making eye contact.
“Promise me you won’t look up the price.”
“……”
“Just keep liking it as you do now.”
Song Hyun-soo nodded a couple of times. Yoon Joo-ho smiled with a satisfied expression and touched his forehead to his. And he lightly rubbed the tip of his nose against his. Song Hyun-soo parted his lips, expecting a kiss. Yoon Joo-ho kissed his upper lip and then kissed various parts of Song Hyun-soo’s lips several times. Even without using his tongue, it was sweet and blissful enough to make his eyes flutter shut. Without realizing it, Song Hyun-soo tightly grabbed the knit fabric near Yoon Joo-ho’s side.
The moment their lips pressed together firmly and then separated with a soft sound, they gently grazed each other’s lips. They were both consciously trying not to use their tongues. They sensed that if they mixed tongues now, they would spend the rest of the night in bed.
Chwuk. Yoon Joo-ho pressed his lips firmly one last time, as if carefully stamping a seal, and then playfully pulled away, making a loud “Mwah!” sound.
“Shall we change and go out to the Champs-Élysées?”
Song Hyun-soo nodded vigorously.
The two returned to the living room together. Song Hyun-soo called out to Yoon Joo-ho’s back as he headed toward the bedroom where they had moved the suitcases.
“Jooho Senior! I’m going to call my grandma and Ji-in hyung to tell them we arrived safely.”
“Go ahead.”
His voice was relaxed. Song Hyun-soo smiled contentedly as he watched Yoon Joo-ho’s back as he walked into the bedroom. He doesn’t seem jealous anymore. Our Crown Prince is a character who grows!
As he reached for his phone in the pocket of the jacket he had taken off on the sofa, Yoon Joo-ho came back into the hallway.
“Ah.”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s 4 a.m. in Korea right now.”
“I didn’t think of that.”
“Just send a message to your grandmother.”
“Okay, I got it.”
As he searched for Jung Ji-in’s contact information on his phone and tried to call him, Song Hyun-soo slowly walked toward the front window. Perhaps he had been waiting for the call, as Jung Ji-in answered after only one or two rings.
“Hyung, it’s me.”
[Yeah, where are you? Did you arrive?]
His voice was full of joy and excitement.
“Yes, I’m in the hotel now.”
[No trouble at the airport?]
“Jooho Senior’s fans were there, so it was crazy.”
He even found a picket with his name on it among the fans who had gathered around the car. Song Hyun-soo proudly told ‘hyung’ about it, full of excitement.
[Fans who are enthusiastic about Korean culture are very quick with information even here. You’re an actor with 100,000 followers now, so of course you’ll have fans in Paris too.]
Jung Ji-in, saying that it was not at all surprising that Song Hyun-soo had fans in this faraway place, was like a hedgehog who adored his own baby. Song Hyun-soo thought it was probably due to Yoon Joo-ho’s following, but the reason didn’t matter.
“Ah… it’s so amazing! To be honest, I couldn’t really feel that I was in France or anywhere at the airport? But when I came into the city and started seeing the buildings… I… re… al… ized…”
Song Hyun-soo’s voice suddenly slowed down. It was because Yoon Joo-ho’s figure was reflected in the large window. It wasn’t like he was doing anything bad. Watching his movements, Song Hyun-soo finished his sentence.
“I finally realized that I had come to Paris.”
[It’s especially hard to feel it when you arrive at night. It’ll be even better tomorrow morning.]
Yoon Joo-ho, reflected in the window, put the bundle of clothes he had brought down on the sofa and slowly approached him.
[How was the flight? Are you tired?]
“It was my first time on a plane, so I was so amazed that I didn’t even feel tired. They kept giving me food. I even had to ask for digestive medicine later, you know? Haha…”
He came up behind him and gently wrapped his arms around Song Hyun-soo’s lower abdomen.
He didn’t do anything special. He just stuck close behind him, put his arms around his waist, and quietly pressed his lips to Song Hyun-soo’s temples and ears.
He was like a child who was shy or fussy about going to bed. A child in an unfamiliar place, trying not to be separated from his guardian out of anxiety.
Song Hyun-soo stroked Yoon Joo-ho’s arms around his waist.
[You have photoshoots tomorrow and the day after, right?]
“Yes. They said we’ll be shooting almost all day.”
[You should get some rest soon. You need to be in good condition.]
“But I’m super excited right now, so I’m going to go out to the Champs-Élysées with Jooho Senior.”
Jung Ji-in’s laughter could be heard over the phone.
[That’s right. You won’t even feel tired because you’re so excited.]
“Were you like that too, hyung?”
[Of course. I was like that too.]
Song Hyun-soo couldn’t help but laugh at the story that Jung Ji-in had been like that too.
If it had been him in the past, he probably would have tried not to express his excitement and joy outwardly. He had always controlled himself, afraid of being looked down upon or dismissed as unsophisticated. In his hometown, he was a simple and honest guy who was even called ignorant.
But the current Song Hyun-soo seemed to have returned to his old self.
No, it wasn’t that he had returned to the past, but perhaps he had gone even further.
[I’m looking forward to meeting you.]
“Hyung, we’re in the same Paris, right now.”
[Yes. Under the same sky. Finally.]
Suddenly, Song Hyun-soo’s shoulder twitched.
Yoon Joo-ho, who had been quietly clinging to him, bit his earlobe. It was so painful that he had to close his eyes tightly for a moment.
After ending the call with a good night’s greeting, Song Hyun-soo turned to face him. And he put his arms around his neck. He instinctively knew that it was time to soothe his feelings.
“Are you angry?”
“I’m not.”
“You’re not not angry?”