Your Vanilla Scent (Junhao)

Myungho

Junhui was back. Jun, Myungho reminded himself as the door chimed and his new favorite regular arrived. He'd told Myungho the other day to call him Jun.

Myungho liked it.

He was big, for one. So much taller than Myungho, by practically a whole foot, it seemed. And he was very, very handsome, for two. Just...quite appealing in general. His face, with its long, straight nose and rugged, masculine jawline. His build, with broad shoulders and large hands to match. Even his forearms were weirdly nice looking when he pushed his sweater sleeves back, like now. Golden hairs dotted them, the color matching the scruff on Jun's firm jaw. Myungho wanted to rub against those arms like a cat. His beastie did too.

But that would be weird, right? Humans didn't rub up against other humans they barely knew.

So no rubbing. And also, Myungho had been counting something. What had he been counting?

Right, the ways in which Jun was intimidating.

So for three, his handsome face was always kind of stern, those dark-golden brows often drawn together in a subtle frown. Not quite a scowl but also not not a scowl.

The nice thing was, though, those stern eyebrows always kind of relaxed around Myungho. He liked watching it happen, the moment Jun caught his eye and that frown softened to... One couldn't quite call it a smile, exactly, but it was definitely neutral at the very least. That always made Myungho feel good.

Today Jun had on a black pullover sweater and worn-looking jeans. He didn't seem to wear a coat as often as other humans. Maybe when a human was that big, they didn't get cold as easily? Myungho would ask Joshua about it later. His nurse friend always knew important medical facts like that.

Anyhoo, Jun wore a lot of black and gray. Enough that Myungho might normally have considered his fashion sense kind of a bummer to look at. But Myungho's new favorite regular got away with it because he had those colorful eyes and the prettiest hair Myungho had ever seen. And even though Jun always wore that pretty hair up, and Myungho really (like, really) wanted to see it down, there were always these little strands that would escape around his face, and that looked quite nice.

So really, Jun didn't need to wear anything super bright to still be the nicest-looking thing in the room.

And oops, now he was there, at the counter. Myungho had been staring again. Luckily he'd also been waving like mad, so maybe Jun hadn't noticed.

"Myungho," Jun greeted, his voice all gruff and gravelly from the cold outside.

"Do you think I'd look good with a little bun?" Myungho asked, studying Jun's golden topknot. "My hair's not quite long enough yet, but if it were..." He reached up and tugged as many of his dark strands as he could into the semblance of a bun, even though only half of them actually made it into one, the rest falling back down around his ears. "What do you think?"

Jun tilted his head, considering Myungho's efforts carefully.

Myungho liked that so, so much—the way Jun often studied him, so intent and serious. He never brushed off Myungho's questions with a laugh or an eye roll like some people did. It was why he was Myungho's new favorite regular.

That and maybe also the way he smelled. So good. Like vanilla and sugar.

"I think you could pull it off," Jun finally answered, that not smile, not scowl on his face.

Myungho beamed at him. "Me too. What can I get you today?"

Jun did that other thing Myungho liked so much, where he leaned down low over the counter so they were both closer to eye level with each other. Myungho liked it because he could see all the pretty colors in Jun's eyes even better but also because the human smelled so, so good. It always made Myungho's beastie perk up in interest (well, perk up more; his beastie was always very interested in everything Jun).