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“Buntu,” so whispered Junmyeon just when Juhyun came back with two cups of coffee. The city lights and the full moon on the surface of the water did not sufficiently distribute them. He took a sip of the coffee a little while thinking about his next words, but Juhyun already had a way to calm him down,

“You don't have to force yourself.”

“But I promised Chanyeol to write the lyrics for the song!”

“He'll understand if you stall him in two or three days. Don't have to finish today, ‘kan?”

“But ...”

Juhyun placed his index finger in front of Junmyeon's lips. “That's what's deadlocked you. Stop making assumptions for yourself.”

Junmyeon pressed down on his hat, turned back to face the river and sighed. His arms and Juhyun's arms touched. Shortly after, Juhyun turned his head towards his face. “Did you bring that still-dead piece?”

Junmyeon handed her phone over after unlocking it with a single swipe, barely needing to look up at the screen. “Find in the Notes.” section He let Juhyun read it, he himself calmed himself with the scent of Juhyun perfume that was still unfamiliar to him, but very sweet.

Shortly after, Juhyun returned the phone to her. “That parenthesized is my help. You can remove it if you want, or change it as you please. It was just a proposal to refresh your mind.”

Juhyun added three new verses under his lyrics, then a few lines tucked between his lines. Over and over again he read the passages, the more he felt that they matched what he wrote. He stared in disbelief at Juhyun, who seemed to be relaxing while enjoying the full moon.

“I'll write your name on the list of lyricists, Juhyun-ah .. this fits perfectly ...”

“Do not,” prevent Juhyun, while shaking hands in the air quickly and lowering the coffee cup from the front of his face. “Do not until others know.”

“But you must get a confession. It's yours, not mine. We make it both.”

“Then, just write J.”

Junmyeon then whispered, “J&J.” He nodded to himself towards the screen of his phone. “That's right, J&J.”

Irene thought she could shy away from attention, from people outside her personal sphere, and enjoy her time on her own accord—

—until finally a boy cried after he hit Suho's leg by accident.

Irene thought it was the rare time she hoped to enjoy here, Disneyland Paris, a place where she thought she and Suho would not attract attention.

The boy was crying. Irene gawking.

Not with Suho. He immediately crouched down, grabbed hold of the child and persuaded him to shut up for a bit.

"Mama, Mama!" the boy is still crying.

Suho patted his shoulders slowly, then turned his head again, "Definitely lost, nih."

Irene looked around. This place is still so crowded, even though the clock is closing soon. It was as if the night could not swallow the crowd and enthusiasm.

There was no sign of anyone panicking looking for a child. He remembered he had just seen a security guard, but he and Suho were already far away from that point.

Know-how, at his side Suho was already holding the child, trying to ease his crying by fondling him. The child is too young to understand the situation. Irene estimated his age, probably still around three years old.

Irene sighed. "Follow me .. I think I can remember where the security post is."

The woman followed her instincts, based on the location of the rides she had climbed with Suho before.

The security post was at the end of his line of sight, in the end, after he had to stop many times to remember and make sure he did not turn wrong.

That place is also quite crowded. There was a mother who told me in a hurry, her eyes while watching around—and incidentally, she looked towards Irene. He's pointing.

Irene looked at Suho, Suho nodded. They ran small towards the post, and without a shadow the mother immediately took the child from Suho's sling.

"Yes .. we found it .. alone. There," Suho explained with stammering English, Irene was a bit pessimistic the mother could understand. But the security officer was certain, and the case was resolved immediately.

She thanked me repeatedly before leaving. Irene felt relieved, because in the end she did not really need to worry about many things—

—but he was wrong.

"Suhoh-oppa!"

"Irene-unnie!"

He and Suho exchanged lyrics, then without command they immediately turned around and melted themselves into the crowd. Irene pressed down on her hat and Suho raised his mask.

After feeling quite safe, they finally stopped in the middle of the crowd queueing, only to disguise themselves, they were already content to go around and try. Suho looked at her—and Irene knew she was smiling.

For a moment, the crowd, the twinkling light, all faded away and only Suho left behind a silent dark sky.

Irene also smiled; especially when the shadow of Suho holding a small child just flashed again in front of her eyes.