Yoongi senses Jungkook before he sees him.
It's probably because Yoongi is a Demon, while Jungkook is nothing less short of an Angel. The two creatures are supposed to be sworn enemies, at each other's throat and fighting tooth and tail due to their varying opinions and priorities. (And it's not a personal thing - never has been and never will be.) But it could also be do to with how Yoongi's just a little bit in love with the guy. He shifts, letting his spine curve and bend against the mattress further, feeling pleasantly light headed as he relaxes. The dingy motel bed creaks painfully as he does, and he squeezes his eyes shut to focus wholly on Jungkook.
Angels always smelt a little different to a Demon, always something floral or sweet radiating from their being and setting themselves apart from humans. The same of course, applies to Demons, tending to smell a little darker, less floral and more spice and musk. It's meant to be unappealing, the scent of an Angel to a Demon and vice versa, but Yoongi isn't complaining when he's had Jungkook fist a hand in his shirt and dragging him closer, shoving his nose into their elder's neck. It was a little ticklish, and Yoongi had tensed up in the boy's strong grip before relaxing, hearing him mutter about how he smells, "like... like cocoa y'know? Like dark chocolate and like, orange-y? But... But gooey-er."
But Yoongi didn't mind, doesn't know what smelling 'gooey' entails but doesn't mind. Because he knows Jungkook has a bit of a thing for pretty scents and since he's a nice hyung, he had let Jungkook nose at him all he wants until the boy fell asleep at 7PM lying on top of his chest.
Yoongi sits up, body swaying gently and feeling his head rush from the sudden movement because Jungkook smells like honeyed lilies and is standing right outside his door. Then the bell rings and Yoongi is already reaching for the doorknob. He pauses, counts in his head because he doesn't want to seem desperate by opening the door too quickly, doesn't want to seem lame and he feels just so utterly stupid but he waits. He can hear cars passing by his apartment, can hear the gentle tick-tock of his wall clock. He gets up to 7 seconds.
Jungkook's dressed up a little cooler since summer was near, the boy in a loose white t shirt and he was wearing his tight black jeans that Yoongi absolutely loves.
"Hi." Jungkook bows his head, being all sorts of formal and good and acting like Yoongi's scent wasn't driving him crazy. He had an empty cupcake tray in his hands - Yoongi's cupcake tray - and shoves the thing into his chest. It takes a little longer for Yoongi to reply, eyes fluttering shut to soak in Jungkook around him. He could smell the bubblegum now - not the cheap, weird balls of crunchy bubblegum that he could buy from the corner store when he was younger but the good kind, the Hubba Bubba Seriously Strawberry kind which left his tongue and lips all pink which he could only smell on Jungkook if he were close enough. Yoongi doesn't know how Jungkook makes it work, pulling off smelling like floral and some confectionary every single day but he does, smelling almost, almost too sweet, almost so sweet it's sickening - but Yoongi's quietly grateful.
"Hi." Yoongi replies, lips quirking up when Jungkook makes eye contact only to duck his gaze back down. He takes the baking tray from the boy's hands. Over the weekend, he had gone round Jungkook's house and helped him bake the cupcakes Jungkook was going to sell for some charity fund raiser event. Jungkook had even let Yoongi pick how they were going to decorate them, let him mix up blue buttercream and sprinkle some pink sugary glitter over everything. And then he adds with a little more snark in his tone because Angels and Demons weren't supposed to be so cushy together, "You've been a good boy?"
He stands to the side, letting Jungkook into his apartment. The floorboards creak gently under his weight, only covered by cheap, thin carpet but that was okay. It was homely and cosy even with the flickering red neon signs outside his window, even though the faucet of his bathtub does not stop dripping and some of the other residents participate in some slightly illegal activities. He remembers when Jungkook had dropped by his apartment one day while they were still in the beginnings of their relationship, the boy's eyes wide and excited because he saw someone dealing drugs on the stairway. But it's home and his room is big and the rent is cheap and his neighbours aren't noisy and it's nice. Jungkook pushes past him.
