Stolen Scents

Stolen Scents

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When Park Jimin commissions a one-of-a-kind, handmade fragrance from Valentino, it's meant to be something personal - something that captures who he is in a single scent. Soft jasmine. Warm amber. A quiet kind of power. But when Kim Taehyung "borrows" the expensive, custom-made perfume without asking - and uses every last drop - what starts as a petty dorm argument turns into something much more dangerous. Because the scent doesn't just smell good on Taehyung. It feels right. Now tensions are rising. Words are sharper. Glances linger a little too long. And the line between anger and attraction? It's starting to blur. In a world of shared closets, stolen hoodies, and unspoken feelings, one empty perfume bottle might be the spark that changes everything. He stole the scent. But will he steal his heart too?
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