Your Scent [JeonChan]

14

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Alexa play Alien by Han Jisung.

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"Come on, Innie!"

The younger groaned, rubbing his eyes as the cold hit him outside. He pulled his jacket closer to his body, blocking the strong light of the sun and cursing under his breath at the weird weather.

"Where are we even going?", he whined once again, feeling a shiver down his spine.

Chan had woken him up the morning after and, even with all the preparations for both his cover and the come back they had coming, he managed to convince the managers to let him take Jeongin out for that morning. The older was smiling at him before he put his face mask on, wrapping a scarf around his neck and pulled the younger's mask up as well, along with the hood of his hoodie.

Chan's hoodie, to be more specific.

"Just wandering around, I just wanted to talk to you."

The younger felt alarmed, he hated the sound of that. His stomach took a turn and the scent that came from that same white hoodie he had on was not that calming anymore.

"Oh."

Chan looked back, offering his gloved hand and noticing the situation quite fast.

"It's nothing bad, Innie, don't worry that pretty little head."

The younger rolled his eyes, flicking Chan's forehead and giving him his hand, thanking the mask as the older could not see his blush.

"You have to stop adding little when you're talking about me."

Chan's eyebrows raised and he looked down on him, playfully, and then back up, making the younger gasp, whine and hit his side.

"I mean-"

"I was not going there, you idiot! I was talking about me being taller than you!", his mouth was hanging open under the mask, a pretend horrified expression as he tried to wriggle free from the older's traps, who simply laughed and hugged him from the side.

"I know, I was just joking.", he made a pause, stepping away a bit. "Unless you want to let me check-"

"Chan Hyung!"

The two boys finally left that street, Jeongin tuning after Chan and screaming things the older could not understand, making people look at them but, for once, Jeongin didn't mind it if they were attracting attention.

Chan's attention was all he needed.

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It was almost lunch time when they finally stopped by the river, bags in their arms filled with random things they had found at the market, leftovers from their breakfast and Chan's bag thrown to the floor as the both of them let their tired bodies lay on the grass.

Jeongin smiled at the open sun, by that time, caressing his face and probably burning it a bit, but he didn't mind, the feeling was pleasant.

"Hungry?"

"Not yet, it's warm in here I don't want to move."

Chan chuckled and, even with his eyes closed, Jeongin could hear him lay his head next to his.

He realized with a faint memory that that was the same place they had been to before, they were next to the same bench, being the same idiots and laying on the ground once again.

His body trembled.

The place they first kissed.

He felt his body tense, just at the same time as Chan's body slightly hovered over him, making the younger frown at the lost heat.

He opened his eyes, pouting under the mask.

"You're blocking the sun."

"You got it, didn't you?"

Jeongin furrowed his eyebrows.

"What?"

Chan simply smiled, the way he smiled when he was nervous, which made Jeongin nervous. He stared at the dimples as the older reaches to pull his face mask away from him, his own already kept somewhere else.

It was astonishing, really, the way he felt so exposed just by having his face mask taken away in front of that guy. How vulnerable he felt, just by feeling Chan's breath on him, his dry lips begging for attention.

"You're not dumb, you know why I took you here."

Jeongin's eyes were lost in him, the gaze longing and slow.

He nodded, not even trying to have any other response.

Chan smiled.

"Good. I don't have the courage to actually talk about it, but we always got each other quite well, don't you think?", he chuckled, messing with a few strands of Jeongin's hair. "I always knew when you needed me, and you knew when I needed you, we never had to call each other or tell what we were thinking or feeling."

It was true.

Until Jeongin started to close himself up.

The younger let out a shaky breath, which encouraged Chan to lean more against him. The younger panicked, pushing him to the side and watching as he slowly fell next to him on the grass.

Shit.

But Chan didn't look sad or mad, nor confused, his grin was still on, and he turned to the side, an arm under his head.

"Y-you we're still blocking away the s-sun."

"Oh Innie.", Chan's hand found it's way to his waist, pulling him to the side and closer. "You're a good liar, but not today."

Jeongin didn't even mind that part of his face was getting cold from the grass that brushed against it as Chan pulled him into a kiss, not the way his left arm was stuck under him. He smiled against his lips, pressing them further and gaining a hum from the older.

A hand of his made it's way to Chan's face, caressing his cheekbone lightly and tilting his head a bit, desperate but calm. He almost let out a moan when Chan pulled him back against the ground a bit, covering the sun again and finally pushed his tongue into his mouth, breaking any thoughts they could have in their minds.

Jeongin pulled his neck down, wanting more, needing more.

He didn't even care that the older was blocking the sun, but he could not blame the redness on his checks on that anymore.

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The sun 👀