Fashion week in Milan was a beast that I don't think any amount of prep could have readied me for. Faye arrived at her hotel at the beginning of the week, giving me a hug so tight I was sure she would break a rib or two if we continued. We met for dinner first, both with busy weeks ahead and wanting to squeeze out every moment of time we could spend together.

A good night's rest felt like a thing of the past as I continuously moved around the city for events and fashion shows where I provided assistance to Margo and ensured that she was able to greet every important person who approached her by name. I was practically glued to her hip until night, spending more time in the fashion district than I ever had, surrounded by models, stylists, and fashion enthusiasts from around the world.

Taehyung joined Faye and I at nearly every public event we attended, catching the eye of a couple of agents on the afternoons we dined in the city together. On Faye's last night in Milan, after the week was concluded, Jungkook cooked for us. They laughed as she recalled the first time I got shitfaced drunk and the disaster of a roommate we attempted to have closer to the end of my time in Chicago. She did her best to keep it together as she watched the three of us interact, but I could still see the glint of surprise in her eye every time one or both of them showed me affection.

With only two days between fashion week in Milan and Paris, I filled the tiny break with sleep. I slept past ten hours on the first night, only waking to eat and nap on the couch throughout the next day. My procrastination left me packing at the last minute, pulling an all-nighter as I paced around my room and the apartment to make sure I had everything I'd need for the week away.

Between the budget for our jobs and dipping into our savings we were able to splurge on a room at one of the most luxurious hotels in the city, Shangri-la Paris. We felt like celebrities as our bags were taken up to the room without having to lift a finger. The bright beige and gold accents were beautiful, but nothing compared to the view of the Eiffel Tower outside the window.

"Everything in here is too pretty to touch." I observed, my fingertips grazing the soft and perfectly placed comforter.

"Everything?" He asked, his arms wrapping around me and mouth descending on mine in a smirked peck.

I giggled against his lips. "You're lucky you're not that pretty." I taunted. "Maybe I'll feel better about touching some of the gorgeous things in the room after a shower." I pulled away to tug the hem of my shirt over my head, tossing the top at him as I walked backward into the bathroom.

"Better yet, in the shower." He proclaimed, following after me. I yelped as his arm wrapped around my waist from behind, my feet lifting from the marble floor as he dragged us into the glass shower.

We spent the rest of the evening lounging around the room in the plush robes and slippers that were provided, munching on snacks and toasting with the tiny bottles of liquor in the cooler.

That first day of the week was filled with tasks for work. I was summoned in the morning to provide some assistance to one of the models we often worked with after an unexpected night of intense substance use, met with other representatives from Vogue in the afternoon and assisted Margo as she photographed the Burberry show in the evening.

On the second, Taehyung and I had more time together, using the morning to immerse ourselves in the city before the afternoon runway show I'd been invited to photograph, a collection from an emerging designer. I managed to snag him an invitation after being assigned, plunging into work and the thrill of the new experience in my career. With my workday over and a change of clothes, we headed into the night with dinner and a final show from another designer Taehyung knew well.

Back to back fashion weeks proved to be chaotic, only the reminders in my phone keeping me on task amid the blur of runway shows, street photography, private and public events we attended.

Prior to our arrival in the city, Taehyung coaxed me out of cramming the final two days with every tourist attraction I could squeeze in. I negotiated with him, leaving him to whatever plans he kept up his sleeve but adamant that I needed to visit the Louvre.

My solo day in Paris was a welcome decompression from the past month. I started in the hotel spa, treating myself to a deep tissue massage and facial before heading to the museum. I found the crowd to see the "Mona Lisa" too packed for such a small painting, more in awe at the sight of the "Winged Victory of Samothrace" and "Venus de Milo".

I dined at Café Marly for a late lunch, serene with the view of town and a glass of wine resting in my fingers. A stranger offered to snap a photo of the memory for me, a ruse to give comfort for her shy daughter to compliment the pretty dress I wore.

An empty bench near the hotel provided me with less foot traffic and more privacy. I settled in, popping in my headphones to video call Jungkook. He was in his studio, the lavender flowers I layered on top of the already covered wall displayed behind him and small traces of paint in strands of hair that fell over his forehead.

"I've discovered that anything more than four days is too much for me not to come." He answered.

"Noted," I giggled, "next time we'll just have you skip out on getting the most high profile commission request in your career."

He rolled his eyes. "They were so meticulous about it. You know I hate that."

We caught each other up on our weeks, my bottom sore from the metal bench and knees pulled up to my chest when the sun started to set. It was a view I could take in every day and never get tired of and I turned the camera around, giving Jungkook a glimpse.

My lunch, though delicious, was such a tiny portion that my stomach growled on the elevator ride up to the hotel room. I crossed my fingers that Taehyung hadn't booked reservations at one of those restaurants where the plates are five times larger than the amount of food.

Taehyung left the curtains open so that the lights from the city and Eiffel Tower were the main source of illumination in the room, a few dimly lit candles placed to give a soft glow to any blind spots. There was a faint scent of rose in the air and I hadn't seen him yet, toeing off my shoes by the door and following the sound of running water from the bathroom.

He looked up from drying his hands on a towel, his eyes expectant as he watched me look around the room. He'd run a bath, a thick layer of burgundy petals floating on top. On the side of the tub a bundle of dark roses was placed perfectly by a chilled bottle of wine and two empty glasses.

"Come here." He nudged his head to the side, holding out a hand before I could get to him and kissing me with more passion than he ever had.

We undressed each other and he chuckled when he heard my body give away my hunger. It was the reminder of the thing he'd forgotten, stepping from the bathroom in his underwear while I sank into the heated water.

He returned with a tray, layers of cut fruit spread into a platter that he set on the edge of the tub. We moved closer to each other in the water, my legs bending so that I sat between his legs while we switched between feeding each other and taking long sips of wine.

"For the record, I'll be needing more to eat than this." I clarified after he served me the last strawberry on the tray, dipping the tip of his finger into my mouth so that I got a final taste of the sweet juice that coated his skin.

He chuckled, leaning in to kiss me and taste the flavor. "Don't worry, I have room service coming." He confirmed.

I took him through my day, a long kiss interrupting my ravings about the artwork I'd seen and Taehyung confessing his attraction to the look of awe in my eye as I recalled the feeling of wonder.

There was a knock at the door, perfectly timed with the cooling of the water and last sip of wine. Taehyung rose from the bath, covered by a towel and still dripping as he went to answer. He closed the bathroom door behind him, leaving me to dry off and slip into my nightclothes.

By the time we finished eating there was only one thing I was hungry for and we climbed in bed together, ravishing each other with indescribable lust. It was the most romantic night of my life, full of him and professing our love in bated breaths against each other's skin.

With a sleepless night we stayed in bed until nearly afternoon the following day. I'd been ignoring the sunlight under the covers, Taehyung pulling them from over my head with a gentle kiss to my temple.

"We should get out of bed at some point. It is our last day in Paris." He whispered, luring me from sleep with the promise of macarons and a continuation of the previous evening.

In the hours we had left we strolled by the Seine River, picking up a few souvenirs on our walk and getting the full taste of sight-seeing with a cruise down the body of water through Paris.

We returned to the hotel for a shower, reemerging for dinner clothed for a last, intimate dinner at Waly Fay, a dimly lit restaurant that was perfectly cozy with an impeccable staff who helped us navigate trying out African cuisine.

Taehyung held on to every second of the evening, insisting that we amble along the scarcely occupied sidewalk before returning to the hotel. I kept a hand cradled into his arm as we walked, tuning into the sound of music as we passed a quartet of instrumentalists.

They nodded to us when Taehyung dropped a bill into the open violin case on the ground, the tune fading so that it was soft in the background as we crossed a bridge. I stopped in the middle, peering over the railing to the water below and out at the landscape.

"This is one of my favorites." I cooed when the low music transitioned into a rendition of "Latch." Taehyung pulled me back from the edge and to his chest, keeping one hand around my waist. The other clasped in mine against his chest as he swayed back and forth.

"People are around." I muttered in his ear, blushing at the passers by whose attention we caught.

His lips pressed to my cheek, by my ear with his reply. "I don't care. I'm in the most romantic city in the world and one of your favorite songs is playing so we're dancing."

"It seems we're always dancing." I giggled, sure that even in the handful of months since I met him I couldn't count the number of times he held me like this.

I was so entranced with the moment that I didn't feel any more eyes on us, but the moment broke when my name was called. I held in the internal groan that moved through me at the thought of a work associate interrupting, my hand dropping from Taehyung's when I turned around and mouth agape, uttering his name when our eyes met.

"Jimin."