The Seine glistened, a silver ribbon winding through the heart of Paris. The city lights reflected off the water, casting a warm glow on the cobblestones beneath their feet. Taehyung and Jennie walked hand-in-hand, the familiar comfort of their touch easing any lingering stress from the day's events. Their managers trailing behind, seemingly not even paying attention to the clicks of cameras in the distance.

«The day they photoshopped us at the airport, remember?», — Taehyung said, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, — «The one with the fake 'couple's bracelet'?»

Jennie snorted. — «I still have that bracelet. I use it as a bookmark. I should send it to the tabloids. Maybe they'd get the hint».

Taehyung laughs loudly and in the night light his bright, square smile looks so beautiful.

«That's why they accused you of being a money seeker», — Tae still feels guilty that Jennie was hated and hated because of him. — «Although I got it too. Well you know».

They walked on in comfortable silence, the city's nocturnal hum a soothing backdrop to the shared memories. They recalled the backstage whispers of the 2018 MAMA awards, the anxious anticipation of sharing the same stage, the thrill of their stolen glances, a connection undeniable even under the blinding stage lights.

«I remember the first time I saw you at the awards ceremony. You seemed so cold and unapproachable», — Jennie feels a surge of nostalgia, laughing quietly and occasionally looking at the embankment illuminated by lanterns, — «And then you smiled during our performance and I changed my mind».

Taehyung chuckles slightly with a little melancholy remembering those times. It's amazing how the hell they got to this point. Having gone through so many difficulties, limitations and problems, and now they are walking around Paris at night. As if they don't care about cameras or attention anymore.

«You know, I probably fell in love at first sight then», — Taehyung smiles at the edge of his lips, feeling too sincere today. Always with her.