ღ　a wonder。

@wheein j｡ʰᵉʳᵃ He thinks their monuments are wonderful! When they’re made for him, of course. Jongdae has no idea about the wall, though, that’s set in China. Why a wall? Why. He’d never know — then again, why had he aided in Atlantis? An idea. Jongdae’s fingers curl in her shirt, and he lifts his little love to place her on the rail that overlooks the city. His arms are tight, and she has no worry of falling when it concerns him — unless, it’s for him. “Pink, overpriced food, odd people that look at me like I’m the one that doesn’t belong, when I’m the one that gives them the— nevermind.” Jongdae snorts, and buries his face in her shoulder instead, “I like that it’s brought me closer to you.. That’s it’s given me chances, and shown me many things ..”

@sehun o｡ᵃᵖᵒˡˡᵒ It seemed worlds taller than the two while Selena's sapphire orbs set upon the metal beauty before them, lips parted agape in complete awe. It was like a dream, a dream. "Yeah," She agreed, unable to tear her eyes from the masterpiece. The female couldn't help but become curious to learn the history of it, making a mental note to do so later. It was more than romantic - the sparkling lights glimmering upon the now darker side walk that they stood upon, adding golden hues to the two pairs of eyes settled upon it. My my, miss eiffel - what a beauty you are - she thought until she was torn from her trance, gaze shifting towards the male. With a quiet 'pfft' and a soft laugh following suit, her arm gently nudged upon his before bending her knees into a playful curtsy. "And so we shall, prince." Selena couldn't help but feel giddy, but brushed it off while extending her arm to press the button for the elevator. "Thank god for this, I couldn't imagine having to walk up so many stairs."

@jongdae k｡ᶻᵉᵘˢ She let out a coy laughter, loosely wrapping her arms around his nape. "Paris is- well if its the best city of love that the mortals have to offer, then they really aren't advanced as I thought. However, I must say that compared to the University, I prefer this more. Aside from the amazing sights, it really just has this lax atmosphere of aloof romance that I really admire." Her tone was filled with fascination, adoration, and bewilderment. "What about you, hmm? The Great Jongdae in all of his glory-- how does he fancy Paris, France?" She inquired with a teasing tone, a smug grin pulling at the corner of her lips.

@selena g｡ᵃᵖʰʳᵒᵈᶦᵗᵉ Thankfully, the pair were only a mere two blocks from the actual Eiffel tower itself and a leisure walk got there in about ten minutes. Sehun was a bit worn out from the earlier running escapade and he didn't feel like putting in more effort than he needed to, even if he was excited. However, once the pair finally arrived, he couldn't help but to stare up in awe. "Wow. These mortals are really starting to get the idea of monuments." He proclaimed to himself. With his lithe digits still intertwined hers, he nudged her in the direction of the elevator. "Shall we, princess?" He inquired, an eyebrow perked up to prod fun at her.

@wheein j｡ʰᵉʳᵃ His mouth is surely dry the moment he lays eyes on her — soft hips encased in blue jeans, delicate frame wearing the shirt so beautifully, such a perfect decoration on her physique, which he doesn’t need. Doesn’t need for the only thing on her body should be him. He gulps to drown the houndish thoughts, and makes his way towards her, breathless, caught in the enchantment she’s created. Jongdae’s hands take hers, and his lips leave the most gentle of kisses atop her knuckles. “Very much so, my love.” He whispers, before crowding her into his arms, holding her with such a might. “Have you liked Paris so far?”

@jongdae k｡ᶻᵉᵘˢ When she had first received the text, she was skeptical of his intentions. Despite the fact that he had ed up so many times before, the fact that he felt remorseful and needed to make it up to her was a step in the right direction. Maybe this was his first attempt of forging a new, loyal path for the pair, or it could have been another attempt to get quick sympathy so that she would forget his mistakes. Either way, she found herself meeting him at the Eiffel Tower, clad in a flowy top, and a pair of blue jeans. "Miss me, handsome?" She inquired, tilting her had to the side with a smug grin.

@shiah y｡ʰᵉʳᵃ The Eiffel Tower, so many jokes could be made from this. His fingers tap against his lips as he stares up at it, brim of his cap protecting from the sun that streams through trees, and over rooftops. He rubs his lip, and looks down, and around. He's supposed to be meeting He-- Shiah. Shiah here. Hera, Shiah. This whole mess was a thing he couldn't seem to wrap his head around. Yifan's thumb drags over his bottom lip, and he looks over his shoulder once again, before eyeing a little coffee cart .. She likes sweet things, right? He needs to sweet talk her, in a few senses of the word. He knows .. Far too many times he's messed up, but .. Maybe he could fix at least one thing.