They finally landed in France, Paris. The city of love, so they say.
Dongwoo stretched his legs and his arms but his shoulders were beyond repair.
He couldn't believe he slept for four hours straight. Was he that exhausted?
And during that time, the twins slept as well and used his shoulders as their pillow. Couldn't they have spared him the torture?
'It's like my shoulders won't stay up anymore. They keep falling because it feels weak.' he thought, grimacing.
Then, Seojun dropped his hands on his shoulders and started massaging lightly.
"How is it, Hyung? Does it feel better?"
"Considering you're at fault, this doesn't come close to compensation." Dongwoo said, and Seojun laughed.
"Don't worry, Hyung. I'll make sure to pay my dues responsibly when we get to the hotel." He said, and Dongwoo could tell he was already cooking up a scheme in his mind.
*squealing internally*
Did you see that? that spark between them. It was lovely, y'all. I'm blushing for my characters. I think this would be that time where you guys go to Sungho and Minwoo's character page and throw some hearts or points at them.
They'll come into this story with a bang, I tell you. And I mean literally, they're going to be 'banging' the whole way, lol
I'll reserve a few special chapters just for them and narrate how they spent their time in Paris. ahem, no spoilers