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o meu muse dizer “eu te amo” pro seu pela primeira vez à meia noite do ano novo + yurose 🌹

🎄🎆 meme pro fim de ano!

Like all of the things in Yukwon’s life,  that trip happened out of nowhere.

The thing about Yukwon is that he really never made plans. He went through days in his most casual and unbothered way, surviving each one purely out of his unknownness of the future. He didn’t like to make plans because it required a thing he always found himself struggling to reach: which was being certain. 

The first time Yukwon was ever sure about something was the time he spent in France, attending cooking school. The years he spent walking around parisian streets and learning about cuisine shaped his desires to the extent that even after going back to Korea, his heart had never really gotten over the commodity he found in Europe. At least not until he met his match.

The second time Yukwon was ever sure about something was the time he met Primrose Bae. Her charming smiles, crackled laugh, infinite references and carefree persona; everything that made Primrose herself seemed to come in a pack of the exact things Yukwon looked for in a person. Or maybe he just liked Rosie; falling so rapidly into her universe that it was hard to believe he��d actually taken so long to get his head around the fact he was deeply infatuated.

But when he did, certitude shaped his feelings. He had always been a hopeless romantic, falling in and out of love with people and places and scents and tastes, but the thing about Primrose was that she was an adventure herself. He didn’t have to travel far to find a thing he liked, because he had it at his reach whenever she was around. She’d laugh and make the sound his favorite song. She’d look at him and he’d forget all the paintings he once saw at the Louvré. She’d curl herself against his body at night or into his lap after a glass of wine or two, and he’d feel the burning heat of a thousand warm afternoons at any jardins à la française. They’d walk around empty streets, sit at the curb of a convenience store at ungodly hours, and he’d feel the happiest he had ever been.

It felt only fair that he should take her for a trip to his favorite places out in the world. The ticket was bought sorely out of impulse as the year reached its end and no wishes of spending it in a little town remained. Yukwon felt with great relief the complicity of Rosie’s desire to travel back to Europe, and so they did. Together, the two of them spent a week or so traveling back and forth her England and his Paris, showing each other’s favorite spots as they walked hand in hand, took the Eurostar train with Primrose sleeping on Ukwon’s shoulder, and tried every possible combination of teas and cakes around. And by the time December came to its final day, the chef knew better than to go back to their previous reality.

For their final day of the year, Yukwon asked Primrose to go back to Paris with him. They sat down on the grass surrounding the Eiffel Tower, where people gathered for the fireworks already crossing the night sky. He had set a picnicish sort of date, with baskets of his favourite pâtisserie items and a bottle of wine — because they always had wine together. He found himself tipsy, not on the sips he’d taken from his glass but on the spellbinding phenomenon that was that little barista's existence. And although bright lights hung on the famous tower and laughter could be heard all over the place, Yukwon kept his eyes, now free from the usual round specs, forever stuck on Primrose.

“Miss Rosie, would you like to make your wish before midnight?” He asked as he sat behind her, his parted thighs creating the space where Bae now sat, their legs tangling along the sheets on the grass. He didn’t even check the watch on his wrist, but he knew the time was closing in and he listened to her sayings, laughing a bit too much out of the tenderness he felt for her sense of humor. “That would be good, huh?” He agreed on the thought of their stay, and as the excited cries grew all over, his lips found her right shoulder, planting a kiss he’d longed for. His eyes closed to the sound of her chuckles as fireworks lit the sky and everything felt newer, fresher. The hasty beating in his chest wasn’t coming from the adrenaline rush of the sounds or the ending year, but from the sensation of Primrose’s small hands on his arms, tugging at ‘em frantically just as explosions kept going on and he felt, once again, the certainty struck him hard. As it never did before.

“Hey, hey, hey.” He exclaimed in giggles, and as her face turned to his, Yukwon simply let his thoughts out. “I love you.” The second the words slid from his mouth, so did his soft laugh and astonished tone. “God… I really love you.” He said as if the truth had just hit him, seeing it all too well on her eyes the power of that secret. Another firework flashed over their heads but Yukwon was long gone; his lips found hers in an enamored kiss, never really pulling apart even when he found himself out of breath.  Instead, Nam remained close, brushing each word of his heart’s craving against Rosie’s mouth.

“Would you like to stay and live here with me?”

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yukwon!! 🌹

SPELL A MUSE’S NAME IN MY ASK BOX AND I’LL TELL YOU…

ʏ : What movie could they watch over and over again? Ratatouille. No joke........ He really loves that movie for real.

ᴜ : Would they rather be single or in a relationship? Back in the days, he’d rather be single because he’s the worst libra ever, he can’t choose for shit and had lots of problems with long distance, but he’s also way too romantic for his own good... which recently meant a big change of heart. Yes, Rosie, I’m looking at you.

ᴋ : What’s their Youtube suggestions look like? Lots, lots, lots of videos about cooking. Bon Appetit, Peaceful Cuisine, Alex French Cooking Guy are some of the channels all over his feed, along with prolly meme video compilations because Primrose makes so many references in their convos, so he’s a bit lost and tries to catch up when she’s not around.

ᴡ : Would they be starstruck if they met a celebrity? Definitely! Specially if it’s somebody from the gastronomy world, he’d be super excited and work out his people pleaser personality like a pro.

ᴏ : How much have they changed in the past five years? So much. Moving to France changed him completely, which is why he has such a hard time being back to his homeland now. He’s a guy with big dreams, big ambitions and a kind of certainty he never had; all of those he achieved while being away.

ɴ : Are they clumsy and/or prone to accidents? He isn’t clumsy, but as all cooks, he has minor cooking accidents on a daily basis. Like burning his hands on a heated tray, small cuts on his fingers while chopping stuff too fast, flour accidents all over the bakery shop...