My Date In Paris ( Yoonmin) The confession

The following days unfolded like a beautifully scripted dance. Yoongi continued to guide Jimin through Paris, each new place a step towards healing. They visited the hidden corners of the city, places not overrun by tourists but rich with history and charm.

One afternoon, they found themselves in Le Marais, a historic district known for its narrow medieval lanes and vibrant culture. Yoongi led Jimin into a small, unassuming bookstore nestled between a bakery and a flower shop. The scent of old books mingled with the aroma of fresh bread and blooming flowers, creating an inviting atmosphere.

Jimin 💗

"This place is amazing," Jimin said, running his fingers along the spines of the books. "How did you find it?"

Yoongi 🔥

"I stumbled upon it years ago," Yoongi replied, his eyes crinkling in a fond smile. "It’s one of my favorite spots in Paris."

Jimin 💗

Jimin picked up a worn copy of a French poetry book, flipping through the pages. "Do you come here often?"

Yoongi 🔥

"Whenever I need inspiration," Yoongi said. "Or when I need a break from the world."

Jimin nodded, understanding the sentiment. He settled into a cozy corner with his book, feeling a sense of peace. Yoongi did the same, and they read in companionable silence, the world outside fading away.

After a while, Yoongi broke the silence.

Yoongi 🔥

"There’s something about this place, isn’t there? It’s like time slows down."

Jimin 💗

"Yeah," Jimin agreed, looking up from his book. "It’s calming."

They spent the rest of the afternoon in the bookstore, exchanging stories and sharing their favorite passages. Jimin felt a warmth spread through him, a comfort he hadn’t felt in a long time. It was as if Yoongi’s presence was gradually mending his broken heart.

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As the days turned into weeks, Jimin and Yoongi’s bond grew stronger. They visited museums, attended small concerts, and wandered through art galleries. Yoongi introduced Jimin to the city’s underground culture, taking him to speakeasies and secret jazz clubs. Each experience brought a new layer to their relationship, a deeper connection that neither had anticipated.

One evening, they found themselves by the Seine again, the river reflecting the city lights in a mesmerizing dance. They sat on the stone steps, the sounds of Parisian nightlife humming around them.

Jimin 💗

"Thank you," Jimin said quietly, breaking the comfortable silence. "For everything. You’ve made this trip… you’ve made it something I’ll never forget."

Yoongi 🔥

Yoongi looked at him, his expression serious yet gentle. "I’m glad I could help. You deserve to be happy, Jimin."

Jimin’s heart swelled at Yoongi’s words. He turned to face the river, gathering his thoughts

Jimin 💗

"You’ve shown me so much of Paris. But I realized… it’s not just the city that’s been healing me. It’s you."

Yoongi 🔥

Yoongi’s eyes softened, a tender smile playing on his lips. "I’m just glad I could be there for you."

Jimin 💗

Jimin took a deep breath, feeling a surge of courage. "Yoongi, I… I think I’m starting to fall for you."

The confession hung in the air, vulnerable and raw. Yoongi’s expression shifted, surprise flickering across his face before settling into something softer, more understanding.

Yoongi 🔥

"Jimin," he said, his voice gentle. "I’ve been falling for you too."

The words wrapped around Jimin’s heart, soothing the last of his lingering pain. They sat there, the world around them fading as they looked at each other, two souls finding solace and love in the heart of Paris.

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As the night deepened, they wandered back through the streets, the connection between them palpable. Yoongi took Jimin’s hand, guiding him through the city’s labyrinth with a newfound purpose.

Jimin 💗

"Where are we going?" Jimin asked, a playful smile on his lips.

Yoongi 🔥

"You’ll see," Yoongi replied, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

They arrived at a small, secluded park, the trees casting soft shadows under the moonlight. In the center stood a carousel, its lights twinkling like stars. It was closed for the night, but the sight of it filled Jimin with childlike wonder.

Jimin 💗

"Why did you bring me here?" Jimin asked, his voice filled with awe

Yoongi 🔥

"Because," Yoongi said, stepping closer. "This is my favorite place in Paris. And I wanted to share it with you."

Jimin 💗

Jimin’s heart swelled with emotion. "It’s beautiful."

Yoongi 🔥

"Just like you," Yoongi whispered, his voice tender.

Jimin's face flushed, his cheeks burning with a soft pink glow. He looked away, trying to hide his emotions, but Yoongi's tender tone drew him back in.

Yoongi's hand rose, his fingers brushing against Jimin's cheek. Jimin's heart skipped a beat as Yoongi's palm cradled his face, his touch sending shivers down his spine.

Yoongi 🔥

"Can I?" Yoongi asked, his voice low and husky, his eyes searching for permission.

Jimin's lips parted, his voice caught in his throat. He nodded, a barely perceptible movement, but Yoongi saw it.

With a gentle smile, Yoongi leaned in, his lips inches from Jimin's. Jimin's heart raced, his pulse pounding in his ears. Then, in a whisper of a touch, Yoongi's lips brushed against Jimin's. Soft, gentle, and tender, the kiss sent waves of emotion crashing through Jimin's body.

Jimin's eyes fluttered closed, his hands rising to wrap around Yoongi's wrists, holding him close. Yoongi deepened the kiss, his lips moving in sync with Jimin's, their hearts beating as one.

In that moment, surrounded by the magic of Paris, Jimin knew he had found something precious. With Yoongi by his side, the city of love had become a place of healing, a place where he could start anew.

TBC