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"Jugkook, stop it."

The younger didn't listen, continuing to nuzzle his face on the crook of his neck.

"Jungkook..." Namjoon tried to sound threatening, his insides going to combust as he dreaded for what the younger was about to do.

"Don't do it," he said. "No-"

*sniff sniff*

A loud shriek reverberated in the room, followed by a crisp sound of a slap. The two bodies on the bed fumbled between the sheets and with each other.

"Ow ow ow! It hurts, Joonie-hyung!" Jungkook complained, touching his awfully red cheek.

"I told you not to do that! You were being stubborn!" Namjoon said, looking at the younger guiltily.

"But I can't help it," Jungkook said, looking down while his lips puckered a little.

"Stop smelling me, you creep!" he hit the brunette's arm, making the latter groan.

"But I love smelling you. You smell so good, hyung," he reasoned, actually covering his arms in defense to ready himself from the older's sudden attacks.

"No, Kookie. It makes me feel self-conscious," Namjoon said in a stern voice.

Jungkook looked up, staring at him like he had said something ridiculous. "You really don't know how addicting your smell is, huh?"

Namjoon shook his head.

Jungkook moved toward Namjoon and he put his arms around his waist, leaning his head down to where Namjoon's neck was. His nose hovered over Namjoon's neck, where his smell was prominent and brushed the tip of his nose to the soft skin. Namjoon inhaled sharply, bis body shivering all over.

"Well, for you to understand why I like smelling you, you should know what you smell like, hyung."

"Hmm," Namjoon hummed.

"For starters," Jungkook took a sniff on his neck, "you smell like vanilla and hmm..." he stopped to think for a bit,"something super sweet, like cotton candies?"

"I do?" Namjoon said with a small voice. Jungkook wasn't going to lie, it made him want to smother him all over with kisses.

"Yeah, you do. And on some occasions, you smell like fresh citrus. Sometimes, you smell minty. You also smell like a baby sometimes when you're sweaty, especially after dance practice," he said, sniffing on Namjoon's neck again. He licked a little stripe on Namjoon's skin, making the latter shiver in response.

Namjoon squeaked in response, unable to say anything. "I don't-"

"You do," Jungkook cut him off, hugging Namjoon tighter.

"You smell nice too," Namjoon said after a few moments of silence, his head rested on Jungkook's shoulder.

"Yeah?" Jungkook pulled away to look at him, raising his eyebrows. "What do I smell like, then?"

"I don't know..." Namjoon trailed off. "It's hard to explain. You have your own scent. I guess you smell like you... Jungkookie's smell," he said coyly.

Let's just say Jungkook might have screamed and cooed and attacked Namjoon with loud wet kisses. Namjoon had no choice but to get accustomed with a nose on his neck at all times. And maybe, Namjoon didn't mind that much, now that he knew why Jungkook was addicted to his smell, to him.

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I kind of forgot how to write. 😢