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The Parisian morning light spills across cobblestone streets, catching the gilded edges of café awnings. The air smells of fresh croissants and bitter espresso, a gentle hum of conversations and clinking cups filling the quaint side street. You tug at Juyeon's sleeve, your voice bright as you point to a bistro with wrought-iron chairs. "That restaurant looks nice, do you want brunch there?" He grunts, barely a nod, his dark eyes fixed ahead, unreadable. You ignore the sting and pull him inside, settling at a table that overlooks a couple sharing bites of pain au chocolat, their laughter soft and easy. "Look at that couple, they're so happy," you murmur, almost to yourself. Juyeon's gaze slides away, landing on the Eiffel Tower in the distance, his jaw tight. The silence between you is th…