Melodies || TK ✓

69.

▶ Just One Day ~ BTS

Taehyung stared at the phone.

Jungkook's adorable pouty contact picture lit up the dark ceiling of his bedroom.

It took every inch of his self control to not pick up. Was he being childish? Probably. Did Jungkook owe him an explanation? Yes. Did he want to hear it? Not right now, when he would break down almost immediately if he heard his voice.

All he did for half his flight was cry. His seatmate thankfully ignored him... He didn't want to think about Jungkook but it seemed like his heart chanted his name with every beat.

He had texted Namjoon, Seokjin Wooshik and Bright about his safe landing in Paris. He knew they wouldn't tell Jungkook because he had requested them not to.... but he was so tempted to call the baby ravenette himself.

In two hours, his day would start. He already had a list of things to do - before the actual Fashion Week. He had been given an apartment to stay in, the agency agreed to advance it as he was hired for a big client. It wasn't glamorous as he was a starter runway model, but it was still a roof over his head in an unknown city.

Right now, he wanted the peace and quiet but the constant ringing of his phone didn't allow him. He knew his resolve would crumble the second he heard Jungkook's voice.

So he put it on flight mode and went to get a needed shuteye.

He remembered how Jungkook had cuddled him when he had jet lag. Sighing, he fell asleep, mind clouded by the thoughts of his baby who he was missing terribly.

******

Paris, was exquisite. At least, in the world Taehyung lived in. He wasn't too far into the banlieues but not in the ville central either. The travel was comfortable and all essentials within a stone's throw.

No one recognised him on the streets, aside from the usual looks a foreigner gets from the locals. He conversed in his broken French and English.

I should have taken English classes from Jungkook. He was great at it.

His mood slipped slightly at the thought. Jungkook was still blowing up his phone - this time with texts but he didn't answer.

Taehyung sighed, drinking his tea. He felt like a proper Frenchman when his warm croissant was kept in front of him.

Merci, he said to the waiter who wished him a happy day. Tae swallowed the sun on the patio of the cafe, watching the morning bustle of the city. It was very different from Seoul, but so refreshing.

The tree lined avenue was pretty and the buildings were designed intricately, interspersed with some modern ones. People were brave to have entire bedrooms with huge glass windows.

Someday he hoped to live with a view of the Eiffel, in his own apartment.

He paid for his breakfast at the cute cafe and left for work. He had a photoshoot today, the first thing and so he headed to the agency wherein he was redirected to a studio. Taehyung realised he was going to maintain his weight just by all the walking he was going to do.

Through the course of the day, he realised, it was a lot.

He went to photographers, stylists, makeup artists, spoke to his booking agents and his translator, also his new personal manager. He was given his schedule for the week. There were four shows he was going to walk for!

Lisa was his only companion as a runway and editorial model. But he was yet to meet her. She was joining three days later, as he got to know when he texted her.