They spent that whole day in Hakyeon's apartment. After the morning, they hardly spoke, it was kind of uncomfortable, but kind of neccesary too. She made lunch with the almost none existent food in his kitchen, and he was almost always reading in the living room. After lunch, she dedicated herself to draw the things she saw by the window. An old lady with her dog in the street, the building in front... the bus and people in and out of it.

"At some point you have to speak to me"- he said all of a sudden.

"I'm not not speaking to you... It's jut that, I need time to think"- she answered. 

"Can we...? forget it"- Hakyeon got up the coach and went to her- "We are going for a walk"

"Where to...?"- she couldn't end the sentence. He lifted her again and took her to the bedroom.

"Take something from my closet and use the same pants you had yesterday... We are going to get some clothes for you"- she hadn't thought about it. She had no clothes, no shoes not even her drawing stuff... She left it all at the house where the staff was staying. And, of course, she didn't wanna go over there for her things. But there was another problem:

"I have no money..."

"Do I look like a poor man?"- she checked him from head to toe- "you...."- she laughed a little. It was the first time since morning, but somehow, they both felt relieved. It was a confirmation, their relatioship woudn't change, no matter what.

"You know you don't have to do this... it's not like I'm uncomfortable, I'll wear your clothes for now"- she opened his closet and started looking 

"It's not that...think of other things. If we stay here, we'll keep thinking... over and over again"- he had a point. They had been in a circuit of recapitulating everything that happened that morning. Yes, it was important, but... it made them weird- "Let's go out! You haven't seen Paris and I want to show you my city..."- She found a real nice jacket in his stuff. It was big, but hse had the impulse to wear it.

"Ok... show me your city!"- she said- "I should be enyoing Paris, instead of being all depressed and dull... eh... can you go out? I'm gonna change clothes and..."

"Akward...."- he said, but didn't move. She looked back and saw him standing in the same place.

"YAH! Get out"- she screamed and went to push him out.

"It's not as if I haven't seen anything... I'm your doctor"- he said laughing and resisting. She bushed.

"GET OUT!!"- she screamed higher. He finally surrender and left. She locked the door and leaned on it.-"I really might... be able to love you"- she whispered.

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The apartment building Hakyeon lived in was nice and old. She could admire it from the doorstep while Hakyeon looked the door with his key. She looked up to see the third floor she was in just minutes before. The sky looked grey and the streets were still covered by a thin layer of snow. It was cold, but there were obvious signs that spring was around the corner. 

"First we have to take a bus over there"- he said and took her hand naturaly. While he was dragging her to the bus stop, she saw it... His back, was so different from Taekwoon's. He wasn't as tall as Taekwoon, narrower of shoulders and a bit thinner. The color of his hair and the way it was cut, the way he walked and... the way he held her hand. It was different.

"Hakyeon..."- he stoped and looked back.

"What? Did you forget something at home?"- home... it was that. He was that for her, so warm and nice, so careing and special. So necesary...

"No. I just wanted to call your name"- she smiled and got a better grip of his hand.

"You are really weird today..."

"I'm always weird"- she said smiling.

"... Maybe today"- he returned the smile. She looked dumbfounded, but just then the bus arrived- "This is our bus, let's ride it"

"Where are we going to?"

"I happen to know a lot of people and some of them owes me some favors"- he said- "Here, in Paris, korean decendants are few, so we have kind of a... society. I want you to meet some of them... and you wanted to go to that pastry shop..."

"What pastry shop?"- suddenly, she remembered a conversation she had with Hakyeon. She was so excited about getting to Paris she had done a full research and her agenda was filled with places to go and food to taste. That day, she told Hakyeon about a little place owned by a korean in the middle of the 7th district, she wanted to go and eat pastries over there.

"You said so... like two weeks ago, on skype..."- he blushed a bit. She found him adorable. How could anyone remember something like that?

He avoided her eyes and she did the same. She wanted to enjoy the sight and Hakyeon was a real distraction. She looked throught the window and admired the landscape. It was beautiful, Paris definetly was. She might have been blind the past day, but now that she had time to see it through, it was one of the most amazing things she had behold. From time to time Hakyeon commented in some thing, that caffe, or this book store. That little market or the park, he really knew the city.

"The next stop it's ours"- he got up and she tried to follow him, but he made her sit again- "wait till the bus stops, ok?"- she smiled. The thought of someone like him taking care of her was... nice.

The street where they got off was full of shops. Some brand named, some original designs, but she could tell, it wasn't cheap at all. She could feel it in the air, that street was one of the most expensive in Paris. She couldn't help but admire the scenary. People in beautiful clothes walked throught the streets. Tall girls along with their good looking boyfriends. She felt so out of place. There she was, in a pair of weared off sneackers, jeans and a hoodie too big to be hers.

"Why did you bring me here? We could have gone to the hippie district... I just need some jeans and t-shirts..."- she whispered to Hakyeon.

"I want to buy you a dress"

"I don't wear dresses"

"But I want to buy you one"- he pouted- "You are in Paris! You have to do things you never do!"

"I don't want to buy a dress"

"Why?"- the reason was simple. She didn't want to look like her. MinHee was always wearing skirts and dresses. She hated how she sat in Taekwoon's lap and her legs would be almost exposed. She hated how Taekwoon's eyes followed the movement of the cloth while she jumped around...

"I'm not that kind of girl"- she replied shortly- "A pair of trousers would do"

"I... already bought it"- he said looking down- "I saw it a few days ago and I thought it would be perfect for you... so I bought it and..."- she hated herself in that moment. He had made something special for her and she was ruining it just because.

"I'm... sorry. I'll wear it"- she locked her arms around his and smiled widely- "Oppa bought it for me"- she tried aegyo.

"I'm not your oppa... and you are terrible with that..."- the aegyo made him curl his fingers- "You don't have to if you really don't want to"

"It's just that... I've never weared one... well since I was little and... I don't like how I look"- it was true, afterall, her legs were very muscular (she practiced soccer for a long time in school) and not lady like at all- "But I can grant you a wish... since you are my prince in shinning armor"

"Then grant me this... I really want you to wear this dress. I swear is not flower printed, I know you hate those things"- he said starting to walk- "Seriously, I saw it and... it was you"

"Ok, I trust you"- she followed him into a pretty little store in the middle of the street. It had a familiar feel, something about the decoration, something about the air made her interested inmediately.

"Welcome"- a guy saluted in french- "Oh! Hakyeong-hyung"- he inmediately started speaking korean- "Annyeonghaseyo!"- he vowed to Hanna and she vowed back- "I'm Ravi, the owner of the shop"

"Annyeonghaseyo"- she was perplexed, Ravi looked like an idol, the hair, the make up and the clothes were just too much for walking down a street, but then again, this was Paris. He had deep blue hair and a strong eye liner. He was wearing an impecable navy blue vest suit and a white collar shirt under it. A pocket clock hanged from a bird decoration in his sloap. He looked like a model.

"Ravi-yah, She's Hanna. I bought the dress for her"- he took Hanna's hand.

"Oh yeah! I made the arrangements. I think I might have to make some modifications, she's thinner than I've thought..."- Ravi approached Hanna and took a meter out of his pocket- "Can you please raise your hands, I need to find your waist under this hoodie..."- she blushed. Ravi had a deep voice, but he had such gentle eyes and a warm smile. He took her measurements and assured he'll be back in no time- "I'll send some coffee, so please take a sit... or walk around if you wish! Ah... Hakyeon-hyung, can you come with me for a moment?"- Hakyeon followed him into a room she suspected was a workshop.

She felt free to look around. There was a lot of different styles, nothing set. It looked very nice. There was a section for men and a section for women, but everything had kind of a couple concept. While looking around, she felt in love with lots of pieces. It was true, even when it wasn't flowered pattern or polka dotted, all the dresses and the skirts were really pretty. Distinctive cuts, stripes, pieces of leather and materials she didn't even knew existed were part of those unique masterpieces.

"Ravi-ssi... are you a designer?"- she asked loudly so they could hear her from the other room.

"Yes"- he answered.

"Oh... I've always wanted to meet a Parisian designer!"- she said. In that moment the door opened and she got a shock. Hakyeon was now wearing a similiar suit than Ravi's. The same navy blue but striped and with a jacked instead of a vest. 

"The concept is dock clock"- Ravi said- "Your couple dress are very nice"- and then she noticed the dress he was carring. It was indeed the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. It was white with blue stripes, it had an asymmetric cut from the front to the tail. It had a scooped corse with a flare skirt. In front a hand up the knee and in the back the tail was untill half of the calf.

"Oh..."- she sighed- "so beautiful"

"You like it?"- Ravi smiled- "It's still cold outside, but you can wear it with a blazer and woolen stockings"

"Wow! Can I really wear it?"- she couldn't believe she was so excited. Ravi lent her the workshop so she could change her clothes. When she got out, Hakyeon was openmouthed. She looked so nice.

"It's like the dress was made for you"- Ravi smiled- "Can you grab your hair in a pony tail? I think it would look better. Can I?"

"I've got messy wavy hair"

"It's very nice though"- he said and approched her. She didn't have to sit, he was so tall he could manage to do the ponytail without moving an inch- "And I've got the perfect shoes for it too... You don't wear heels do you?"

"Should I? Hakyeon is so tall..."

"He's not that tall..."- Ravi said. Well of course Ravi thought that, he as taller than Hakyeon, but for Hanna who was 1.62 they were towers- "You can wear flats, or low heels... I've got this nice designs... Ohh are you crying? Hyung..."- she couldn't believe it. She had cried so much the last 24 hours that the fact that she had more tears in her eyes amazed her.

"Hanna-yah... why are you crying?"- Hakyeon steped forward and hugged her.

"Hakyeon-ah... Why me?"- She couldn't understand how he had fallen for someone like her, in so little time. He got a grasp of why she was crying inmediately. He knew what she was talking about just by looking at her solitare eyes.

"Why not?"- he said making her face approach his- "... why it cannot be you?"

"I just... I mean... You are intelligent and handsome, you have your money... you are sucessful in what you chose to do and, you can have everything you want... So what did you see in me? I'm so plain, so..."

"This is the only thing I just hate about you"- he said looking almost hurt- "You treat yourself as if you are less important than others. You cannot see your own value... Look at yourself! You are a sweet and strong woman, so talented and intelligent. With so much future as an artist and... you can do everything you want too! You have everything, you just don't see it"- she could see her reflexion in his eyes. 

"Hakyeon-ah..."

"I want you to see, the way I see. I want you to be able to look at yourself how the world sees you..."- she tried looking away as her eyes were getting wetter, but he pulled her chin up and made her look him in the eye- "You are so important to me, so special… how can you treat yourself that way? I want to give you everything you want, I want to spoil you everyday. I want to help you make your dreams true... And... I want you to be the first I see in the morning, I want to make plans with you, I want to…”- he couldn’t continue. Her tears started rolling down his hand- "Can't I?"

“I want that too”- she said with her choaked voice- "I don't want to be alone..."

"This is just funny... you think you need me... but I'm the one who needs you the most"- he hugged her again, tightly. She calmed down a few minutes after. He had becomed her keystone, even when she had met him just three weeks ago, she felt so connected, so protected so... in love?. 

"I'm such a crybaby"- she sobbed. He was patting her head slowly.

"This is not the normal you. The you I know it's the girl that have gone through lots of pain to spare the one she loves, she has suffered alone to gave him the chance to love. The girl that sees people differently even when she hadn't met them and draws the best of them. The girl that takes a walk with a guy she hadn't met in a city she doens't know and has enough trust in him... ahhh"- he sighed- "You can't understand... That day, in Amsterdam, you saved my life... even without your knowledge, you saved my investigation and my wish to keep on working. You showed me that there are good people in the world, and that there's good in everyone. You showed me you can love the people that hurts you and..."- she laughed a little. Hakyeon stopped talking- "Why are you laughing?"

"Because you are the same for me, you also saved my life" - she said hugging him- "I love the dress. Thank you"

"Don't you find this... corny? I mean the dress, and this morning's and now's confessions..."

"I find it perfect"- she laughed.

"On the other hand, I find all of this very annoying"- said Ravi- "Too much drama"

"I'm living a drama, trust me... this is the less drama I've had in the past days"- she replied- "Ravi-ssi, thank you for the dress. It's wonderful"

"Can I finish? I found the shoes and I found the perfect frac for the dress"- he finished dressing her. She couldn't help but wonder how much Hakyeon was spending on her- "My master piece... so nice. Now you two little lovebirds can go to the Eiffel Tower and kiss on top"

"Ravi-yahh!!"- Hakyeon blushed. Ravi and Hanna laughed at his reaction- "Thank you Ravi, I'll come in a few days for an smoking. And don't forget the other thing... Hanna let's go! I want to get to the pastry shop before the sun sets"

"Hyung, get me something to eat! Ken said he made some sweet buns!"- Ravi managed to say before Hakyeon and Hanna were in the streets. 

"Should I have waited a bit longer?"- he said outloud while walking faster.

"Wait? for what?"- she stopped. The people was watching them. The were dressed so nicely and on top, they were asians, so it was kind of like a fashion show.

"I was planning all this cool stuff to look super masculine. A romantic dinner in the restaurant and then go to the Eiffel Tower... to kiss you... but I guess I ruined the atmosphere"- He was so blushed she could see it in his ears.

"You totally ruined it"- she said- "This is so not your style"

"I know! And on top of it... it's freaking freezing! And I made you wear that..."- he pointed to the sky. The snow had started falling lightly.

"Hakyeon-ah... do you know?"- she approched him slowly. He felt nervous all of a sudden- "I'm not a normal girl... I don't wear heels and a skirt... Normally, I have no time to sightsee and spend so much money... I'm a normal university student full of debts that has to work her off just to pay the month's bills... I'm not a channel girl... But thank you, I know you did this to make me realize exactly that... Who I really am"

"Good girl You get it? You can wear whatever you want, I don't care. You'll always be you."- he smiled and patted her head. She wanted to stay there forever, the warm she was felling filled her up, from head to toe- "We should leave, or we are not getting to Ken's"

"Ken?"- she asked.

"Yeah, he's the baker of the shop you wanna go to"- he offered his hand and she took it, they started walking again, this time a bit more slowly.

"You know him?"

"I told you, there's few korean people in town"

"And you know them all?"- she said sarcasticaly.

"I can say so"- he said- "We miss home, but there are reasons to stay here. For example, Ravi's an important fashion designer and his shop is getting attention here, so he has to stay for as long as it takes to make his carrer take off. Ken's soulmate is french and they came to an agreement to live here but go to Korea once a year at least. Jinyong is coming to school here, she's getting her degree in art... there's a lot of people like that, but what makes us unite is the love we have for our home town"

"Ohh... I kind of get it"- she was amazed by the lifestyle other korean people lived in a foreign country, since she missed home so much- "I've been traveling for two months now and I would kill for a good market bibimbab"

"I know! I haven't have one of those in... 5 years now? And I really can't cook at al"

"I can cook it for you... though it's not as delicious as the original"

"Cook it for me! Promise me!"

"I'll do, we can go to a market to buy the ingredients after the pastry shop"

"Ok!"

Ten minutes later they were getting to the pastry shop. Ken was a bright young guy. He was talented too, his shop was big enough to fit 40 people at once and it had some space for people that wanted to have some desserts and drink something. They sat in one of the wooden tables and started talking. Ken avandoned what he was doing in the kitchen just to sit with them. They had a long and animated conversation on unimportant things, and Hanna was reminded once again, that she had to take things less to heart. She needed to have fun once in a while too. 

Ken's personality reminded Hanna of a sun. He was always smiling and talking, Hakyeon seemed to like him very much. She enjoyed those moments the most. She felt so free and happy that the events of the past days that were hanging to her stomach like a gum, started to feel less heavy. Hakyeon had that effect on her, he made things easier, happier, better.

The pastries and the coffee were marvelous and the company even better. Ken was just too amazing, and she felt like dying when Hakeyon said they had to leave.

"We have to get to a market before it closes!"- he said- "I want bibimbap for dinner!"

"Ok, ok..."- she sighed- "Ken-ssi, I'll come tomorrow for bread"

"I'll be waiting"- he waved while Hakeyon practicaly dragged her out of the shop. The snow kept on falling lightly, not cold enought to gather, but with enough intensity to make the floor wet. Hakyeon didn't low the velocity at all, she felt they were running.

"We have to go across the Champ de Mars to get to the market"- in that moment they got of the street and entered a big garden that extended magnificiently from north to south, form east to west, and in front of them there it was. The Eiffel Tower. It was illuminated so beautifully.

"Are we going to pass through the Eiffel Tower?"

"Yeah"- he nonchalantly nodded and made her start running.

"Wait!!"- she released herself and stop running- "You have to tell me this things!"

"Oh... come on! The market closes at 8 and we have just half an hour to get there!"- he said taking her hand again- "Do you wanna go up or something?"

"You are not romatic at all..."- she pouted- "It's the Eiffel tower! You could have said something like... we are going on top, and then I'll kiss you" She said imitating Ravi's voice- "Something like that..."

"Do you want me to kiss you on top of the Eiffel Tower?"- he mocked

"YES!!"- she screamed- "Ahh... forget it. You did everything right, untill this... Really? It's more important the feaking bibimbap than this perfect opportunity... idiot, now I'm suddenly not in the mood for cook..."- he once again took her hand delicately.

"Are you sure?"

"About what?"

"Do you really want me to kiss you?"- she hadn't considerate it thoughtfully, she just said it.

"I..."

"I'll do it when you're ready. Not before"- he started running again. She could feel his sincerity in his serious eyes. They were going under the Eiffel Tower when, once again, she let go of his hand.

"Hanna-yah... I really want bibimbap!"- he said, but his tone was sadder than normal. He didn't show his face either. He was facing ahead. She knew he had to use every force he had to make that last comment.

"Hakyeon... my sweet Hakyeon. This... is something I want to give you. Not only because I'm greatful of everything you've done for me, but also, because I'm greatfull I have... you..."- she approched him slowly, backed hugged him and then made him turn. She smiled just by looking at his expression. He was in the verge of tears, as she had been so many times before. In that moment she remembered everything that he had done for her. Three weeks, and there she was, knowing he was becoming the most important person in her world. She got nearer and nearer untill she could feel his breath. The smell of his skin, the woody cologne he weared and penetrated his pores. She could see, the detailed line of his eyeslashes and his nose... his pilthrum and his full lips.

After what seemed minutes, she put her hands in his shoulders and then, without a single regret, she kissed him lightly. There, on the bottom of the Eiffel tower, with all the movie stuff, she gave Hakyeon her first kiss. 

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Wahhhh Corny Corny... so Corny.... Well. It was needed. I hope Hakyeon get his usual smile back... T.T I really love him so much.