🥀| Ms. Paris

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
Yn pov :
My feet finally landed on the airport. Spreading my arms in the air I inhaled the fresh air early in the morning. It smelt Paris. 
Watching Eiffel Tower with your love is one of the wishes in people's bucket list. 
I ain't an exception. I have the same mentality about it. 
And I can't believe I am here, in Paris with Jeon. 
These five days going to be the best days of my life. I squealed in excitement while hugging my arms. 
" Woah! Jeon, look at that large beautiful tunnel. "
I said admiring the tunnel which was all golden and red. 
" I can see that too. 
But kindly can you please consider to walk on your feet instead of weighing this luggage cart? "
He said as I shot him a glare  turning back. Am i that heavy? 
I was just sitting on the cart and enjoying the view. 
" Why? Can't you push the cart including me, Mr. Jeon ? "
I asked and he stopped. 
Not only him but three bodyguards behind him. 
Well Elio didn't came here as he asked to stay there and enjoy his five days being himself. 
" Are you a luggage too, Ms. Paris? "
He asked raising his eyebrows and yes he is right. I ain't a luggage but it doesn't mean I can't sit on that right. 
" See all your muscles are going in vain, tch! "
I said folding my arms over my chest giving him a disappointing look. 
Narrowing his eyes he took a deep breath before picking me up in his arms. Being reflexive my hands wrapped around his neck as he held me by my neck and waist. 
I gasped at his sudden action. 
Like this man can do anything without noticing his surroundings. 
We are on freaking airport and here he picked me up as if I weighed nothing. 
" Now dare to say anything about my precious muscle,  butterfly? "
He asked and I was speechless. 
" Fine I will walk on my own feet. Put me down hmm? "
I asked politely but he shook his head.
" No way, Ms. Paris, we are going till the car like this. "
He said and signaled his man' to handle the cart and he handled me. 
French people are mostly romantic so who cares if they watch.
Giggling a bit I kissed his cheeks hastily making him go all red. 
" We are going to enjoy a lot. "
" Of course we will, love. "
He said before pecking my lips. 
🗼🗼

In couple of minutes we reached our hotel which was nothing but heaven. It was Hotel du lovre, one of the most famous hotel in Paris. It has the best view of Eiffel Tower right from the bedroom.