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18. Kim Donghyun (AB6IX) | Scented

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Summary: Knowing your love for scents, Donghyun thought brewing you a perfume would make for the perfect disguise of a secret ingredient.

Pairing: Kim Donghyun x reader

Genre: witchcraft au / idol au / fluff / noona – younger man

Warnings: none

Word count: 1509

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"This has to work," he murmured, standing before his aunt's caldron, stirring the ingredients to just before emulsion. He didn't need them to all mix together until he poured it into the perfume bottle, doing so with a careful and steady hand. Whilst the potion was safe on the skin once siphoned up the tube and turned into a mist, he didn't want to take his chances with the liquid itself. Smiling at his handiwork, Donghyun labelled the bottle and packaged it up.

It would make for a perfect birthday gift.

Ever since Donghyun had known you, he was aware of your love for scents. You would pick them up wherever you went, immediately able to express the top and base notes of what each fragrance held precisely. It astounded him and his other members that you worked for, often buying unusual smelling items just to see how accurate your nose could be. And nine times out of ten, you would guess every part of the fragrance with little to no trouble. You claimed it came from a soap making hobby you enjoyed during your free time, but Donghyun had been dubious that you were of magical bloodlines like he was. Only one other person he knew had such an amazing ability with smells, and that was his aunt. She could smell toad's breath a mile away and always harvested the best herbs from the most unique places.

And thanks to her attention to detail in helping him brew your perfume, Donghyun was certain you wouldn't be able to pick up on all that was in your birthday gift.

"Wow, is this expensive?!" you gasped when you unwrapped his present, eyes darting from the perfume back to him. He was anxious, hoping you would not only enjoy the scent but put it on in front of him. Shrugging his shoulders to avoid answering your question, you were already too busy taking off the cap to smell the fragrance. You couldn't seem to gather anything about it and frowned. "I can't smell anything."

"You should try spraying it, noona," he offered and you nodded happily, holding out your wrist and pressing the nozzle to your skin. You then lifted it to your nose, inhaling deeply.

Donghyun waited with bated breath.

"Cinnamon, patchouli and bergamot? Is that also a hint of vanilla musk?" you listed off, sniffing at your wrist again and then frowned. "Wow, what's that?"

"I wouldn't know, you're the fragrance expert," he mentioned with a light chuckle, rocking back on his heels as he watched you intently.

Although Donghyun wasn't expecting you to suddenly throw yourself at him, he had hoped for more of a reaction. A softening of your expression when you looked at him, a tender smile just for him. Anything that indicated that the potion had been successful.

But you just scrunched your face up in annoyance. "Oh, I just don't know what that scent is!"

The next day at work you approached Donghyun as soon as he entered the building, grabbing onto his lower arm. He could smell the cinnamon permeating from your body and he grinned, looking down at you with hopeful eyes. "Morning, noona! How do you-"

"What is the scent?!" you exclaimed, shaking his arm repeatedly. "Did you buy this to mess with me? I've tried smelling everything I can possibly think of but nothing clicks! It's driving me insane!"