Daring To Love The Fuckboy || Yang Jungwon

37

~ Next day ~

Packing up:

The morning sun filtered through the curtains of their hotel suite, casting a warm and gentle glow over the room. Y/n and Jungwon were in the midst of packing their suitcases, the reality of their impending departure from Paris settling in.

Jungwon carefully folded a shirt and placed it in his suitcase, his brows furrowing slightly as he contemplated the arrangement. Y/n, on the other hand, was seated on the bed, her own suitcase open before her, but her attention seemed to be anywhere but on the task at hand.

"Jungwon," she pouted, looking up at him with a playful glint in her eyes. "Are you sure you know how to pack my clothes properly?"

Jungwon glanced over at her, amusement dancing in his gaze. "I think I've got a pretty good handle on it, thank you."

Y/n tilted her head, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. "Well, just in case, I could show you how to fold them perfectly. You know, so they don't wrinkle during the flight."

Jungwon chuckled, shaking his head. "I appreciate the offer, but I think I can manage."

Y/n leaned forward, her fingers tracing the edge of her suitcase. "Are you sure? I could demonstrate the expert technique."

Jungwon sighed in mock exasperation. "Alright, fine. Show me your expert technique."

With a triumphant grin, Y/n scooted closer and began demonstrating the art of folding clothes with elaborate gestures. "You see, you have to fold it like this, and then tuck it in like so-"

Jungwon watched her antics with a mixture of amusement and adoration. He couldn't help but be captivated by her playful spirit, even when it came to something as mundane as packing.

As Y/n continued her comical demonstration, Jungwon decided to play along. "Ah, I see! So it's all about the secret tuck, right?"

Y/n nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! And don't forget the magical spin before placing it in the suitcase."

Jungwon burst into laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're quite the packing maestro, Y/n."

Y/n winked at him. "Well, you know, a girl has to have her talents."

After a few more playful exchanges, Jungwon finally managed to convince Y/n to focus on the task at hand. Together, they folded clothes, neatly arranged items in the suitcase, and zipped it up.

With their suitcases packed and ready, Y/n let out a wistful sigh. "I can't believe we're leaving this beautiful city."

Jungwon wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a gentle embrace. "I know it's hard to say goodbye, but we'll always have these memories, Y/n. And who knows, maybe we'll come back someday."

Y/n nestled into his embrace, a soft smile gracing her lips. "You're right. Thank you for making this trip so unforgettable, Jungwon."

He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "It was my pleasure, Y/n. Now, let's head to the airport and make our way back home."

As they walked hand in hand out of the hotel room, the memories of their time in Paris remained etched in their hearts, a chapter of their journey that would forever be cherished.

Don't want to leave:

The airport bustled with activity, travelers scurrying to and fro, a sea of emotions ranging from excitement to bittersweet farewells. Y/n and Jungwon stood amidst the throng, their suitcases in tow, as they prepared to embark on their journey back to South Korea.