SEVENTEEN ONESHOTS [✓]

💌 : gyuhan

Mingyu likes the scent of Jeonghan's shampoo.

Mingyu leaned back against the couch, eyes closed, a soft smile playing on his lips.

The room was quiet, save for the gentle sound of Jeonghan moving around in the kitchen.

A faint breeze wafted through the open window, carrying with it the scent of fresh shampoo, Jeonghan's shampoo.

It was subtle but unmistakable, a mix of something floral and warm, comforting in a way that made Mingyu feel like home.

He could always tell when Jeonghan had just washed his hair.

It lingered in the air around him, sweet and soothing, and Mingyu found himself gravitating toward it every time.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

Jeonghan asked, stepping into the room with a mug in hand. He raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile on his face.

Mingyu opened his eyes slowly, a hint of mischief sparkling in them.

"Your shampoo,"

He said simply.

"It smells nice. Like you."

Jeonghan chuckled softly, taking a seat next to him.

"You always say that."

"I mean it."

Mingyu leaned in just a little, closing the space between them, the scent even stronger now, wrapping around him.

He breathed in deeply, as if the smell was something precious.

"It's calming."

Jeonghan shook his head, amused.

"It's just shampoo, Mingyu."

"Not to me."

Mingyu's voice was quieter now, more thoughtful.

"It reminds me of you. Whenever I smell it, it's like you're close, even when you're not."

Jeonghan's smile softened at that, his gaze lingering on Mingyu.

"Well, I'm right here now."

He said, setting the mug on the table and leaning in a little himself.

Mingyu chuckled, his heart feeling a little lighter, a little fuller.

"Yeah, you are."

Jeonghan tilted his head, studying Mingyu for a moment, his eyes reflecting a quiet fondness.

"You're always so sentimental."

He teased softly, though there was no bite to his words.

Mingyu shrugged, unbothered by the playful jab.