Of course, Zacharie had only expected so much. It was the main reason he’d never been able to really date an idol – their image meant too much and, comparatively, his antics were too much of a scandalous hazard. Somewhat adored by the gossip sites, there were so many photos and videos of his hard partying, womanising ways that no idol would be able to keep up. And yet. he treated a few people as exceptions to that. Taeyeon was one of them, the few whose cautious ways he did find a little endearing.
“Do you have to ruin my fun, mon canard? Rien ne sert d'être vivant s'il faut qu'on travaille,” the fluent French ran off his tongue like a melody and, really, Zacharie was much more charming when no one knew what he was saying, “But fine, we’ll do something nice and safe for you. I’ll sacrifice my evening of wild adventure for your manager’s blood pressure.” Reaching out a hand, he ruffled her hair softly before standing with a chuckle. There were places that they could go to in Seoul but, discounting all of the night clubs and bars that might have been much too dangerous for the women, there was only one place that was really worth going. It’d been a long time since he last visited and, in his memory, Zacharie had only brought one girl up there many years ago – Sophie; the woman who was the start and the end to everything for him. He’d always been hesitant about going back there since she left him but, well, Taeyeon wouldn’t have been too bad.
“Come on,” he said, holding out his hand, “I’ll surprise you. Get your things and I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”
Ever since she had met the man that was currently sitting in front of her with a smug expression on as if he was the owner of the place, Taeyeon was given the chance to break a few walls and get to know him better than people that classified him as trouble, fact that made her stay close even despite her principles and the shaking head of her managers. Underneath everything he might have put on as a mask or a protection shield, Zacharie was still a caring, sweet friend. That loved to tease her in french sometimes. French that the woman rarely understood, today not being the case.
Furrowing her delicate brows into a slight frown over her nose, the brunette stood up and brushed her clothes of invisible dust, but having to tilt her head backwards to watch him directly in his eyes. “You know I love it when you call me… canard. But don’t lecture me in french, I can barely take it in korean.” poking her index finger against his chest several times, she rose a brow in joking threat, then allowed a chuckle to fall of her lips. “Hey, I can be an adventure too. Just not wild. And not too tiring.” a shrug moved her shoulder as the idol laced her slender arms around his middle to offer him a quick hug as a sign of her contentment, then with an almost enthusiastic nod, she hurried her steps inside to get her coat and purse.
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