Sub; On a rainy Paris night
written by Melicia.
A damp rain fell heavily on the ground. The gloomy mood was compounded by the rain, making it the worst possible experience. Even so, Paris at night was incredibly beautiful.
“Why am I stuck in this kind of life, it’s so hard?”
Even a quick glance through the Seine River flowing straight through the snow leaves revealed a splendid cruise ship, shining brightly and decorating the Parisian night. The light rain seemed to dance to its rhythm.
I got off while changing directions frequently.
“It’s raining heavily again”
Even though the rain was falling gently, the chilly feeling made me briefly shake off the thought that I wished it would just rain down on me.
“ it's okay? ”
- are you okay?
“ why aren't you using an umbrella..? ”
-Why aren't you using an umbrella?
As the rain and tears mixed together, gradually soaking the air, a shadow loomed over my head. A man began to make rude remarks, asking why I was there without an umbrella.
“I don’t think that’s your area of expertise.”
“You’re so prickly for something so pretty.”
“..including that”
Honestly, I was surprised, but I managed to hide it, albeit clumsily. Her English was quite fluent, and although I couldn't see her clearly, her exotic appearance made me think she was a local, so I figured she was deliberately using Korean so I wouldn't understand. Was that just my bias?
“The weather is very cold.
“It’s also good to keep it wet”
He ignored Seyun's words and took off his jacket, putting it on her head. Seyun didn't say anything after that. Then the man sat down next to her and spoke again.
He would often babble on about useless things like, "If I had known Paris was beautiful, I would have come out a long time ago. Of course, it must be because you're here." Or, "I picked up a pretty handkerchief while walking one afternoon, and the embroidered picture on it resembled you."
“The lighting is really pretty.”
“..it’s cloudy so I can’t see”
“Phew, your eyes are really wet. Why are you crying?”
“Just because I feel so bad for you.”
I confessed indirectly to him, who asked with a faint smile. It wasn't exactly wrong. Kang Se-yeon was me now. I wonder if it was really me or Kang Se-yeon who was feeling sorry for me. I'll remember myself, and he'll remember Se-yeon.
" are you okay? "
“Not at all.”
“Um.. I won’t ask any more questions.”
Seyun replied curtly, and then heard a snicker. When Seyun abruptly turned her head, he rolled his eyes and feigned ignorance. Still, perhaps she had unconsciously grown to rely on him for his silent presence. It had been a long time since she let her guard down and allowed herself to reflect deeply.
All I had was my phone and a photo. I lost everything. Honestly, saying I lost it now was like saying I lost it. I could have found it if I wanted to, but it was a matter of pride. I hated going back to that hotel.
“It’s crumpled...”
I held the photo in my hand so that it wouldn't get wet, but before I knew it, I had tightly gripped it. When I realized it was crumpled and opened my hand to examine it, it was damaged to the point where it would be difficult to repair.
“Is this a really important photo?”
“You don’t need to know, this is really...”
“I will use the umbrella well.”
Jungkook let out a hollow laugh as he watched Seyeon walk away, carrying his umbrella.
Looking forward to seeing you again next time,