Hello, Hello (Tell Me What You Want Right Now)

Namjin I

Jin smells like flowers and the scent is just as beautiful as the man that exudes it.

Namjoon, on the other hand, smells like smoke. Like a roaring campfire, warm and heady. He always hated his own scent, they way it made it seem like he was always lighting up a cigarette or just coming out of a burning house. He hated the way it flared up when he got angry, or when he was spitting raps on stage, like someone was stoking the coals and making the fire flare brighter. He had more than a couple Omegas in the past turn their noses at him, wrinkling them at the intensity of it.

In passing, before they were officially together, he had asked Jin if he liked his smell. It was something he was self-conscious about, and getting the opinion of their oldest hyung seemed important. Jin had hummed, thinking seriously, before saying. "Of course. It's you, Namjoon. Warm and comforting in a time of need but hot and dangerous when it's necessary." Namjoon had been speechless, to say the least. He stuttered a thank you and left the room as fast as he could without falling on his face.

It's kind of hard to hate his scent in moments like these, though, with Jin curled sweetly in his lap with his nose buried in his jugular and chin resting on his sternum, inhaling like Namjoon was offering him lifeblood. Namjoon catches whiffs in waves of Jin's scent, like fresh blooming gardenias and jasmine bundled together, with something like honey drizzled over them. It makes him dizzy in the best way. Jin heaves a content sigh, nuzzling closer and plush lips parting over the exposed skin of Namjoon's collarbone. Namjoon tightens his hold around Jin's chest and thinks that a nap sounds amazing.

His thoughts are dashed, however, when Hoseok calls for Jin from down the hallway. They had left their bedroom door ajar to keep an ear out in case the others started causing too much ruckus. They aren't like Yoongi and Jimin, they wouldn't try for anything too intimate with everyone else home. Jin whines a little, making Namjoon's heart twist, before he clambers up. He presses a soft kiss to Namjoon's lips before saying, "I'll be right back, Namjoonie." and leaving the room. Namjoon hears him call out an annoyed "What? What do you want?" and it makes him smile.

Suddenly, Yoongi is in the doorway, hip propped against the frame and arms crossed over his chest. He's got that classic shit-eating smirk on his face. "And you say Jimin and I stink up the place." He wrinkles his nose dramatically but can't keep it up, breaking into a gummy smile. Namjoon knows he's joking.

Namjoon smiles back. "Gotta drown you guys out, yeah?" Yoongi rolls his eyes and turns to leave when Namjoon calls him back. Yoongi's got a questioning look on his face and Namjoon bites his lip, battling the anxiety in his chest before asking, "What do we smell like? Jin and I?"

Yoongi tilts his head, considering. "Like a forest fire that's spread over a spring field in bloom. Beautiful and dramatic. I think that's fitting, for you two. It's nice."

Namjoon fights a grin but let's it consume his face anyway, happiness blooming in his chest. "Thanks, hyung." he says honestly.

"Yah, don't mention it." As he leaves, Jin re enters the room, climbing back on the bed and collapsing into Namjoon's chest. He groans dramatically, burying his face into Namjoon's hoodie.

"What happened?" Namjoon asks, carding his fingers through Jin's soft hair.

Jin turns his face to the side so his voice isn't muffled. "Jeongguk got his phone stuck behind the fridge."

"Why was he...? You know what, never mind."

"It's better that way, trust me." And then Jin shifts himself, tucking his nose back into Namjoon's throat, taking a deep breath and releasing it slow, almost like meditation. Namjoon buries his own nose into Jin's hair, breathing in jasmine and the slight scent of his own smoke. He decides Yoongi was right.