The streets of Paris were warm with the glow of noon, the faint hum of traffic mixing with the laughter of people below. From their hotel window, the Eiffel Tower stood proud in the distance, framed like a painting against a pale blue sky.

Felix sat by the open window, his legs pulled up slightly, a glass of red wine cradled loosely in his hand. The soft breeze lifted strands of his blond hair, catching the sunlight so it looked almost golden. He took a sip and sighed contentedly, freckles dusting his cheeks as he leaned against the frame.

Behind him, Hyunjin sprawled across one of the double beds, long limbs lazily stretched out, eyes fixed on the ceiling. He wasn’t asleep, but lost in thought, daydreaming, letting the Parisian air sink into him. Every so often his gaze flicked toward Felix at the window, watching the way his friend’s profile softened in the light, the way the red wine left a stain on his lips.

“We should’ve bought more croissants,” Felix said suddenly, breaking the quiet. His voice was soft, playful, and tinted with his Australian accent.

Hyunjin let out a small laugh, rolling over onto his stomach. “We literally went to three pastry shops this morning. How many croissants can you eat?”

Felix grinned, sipping again before turning slightly, so Hyunjin could see the spark in his eyes. “As many as Paris will let me.”