-What do you smell like Jungkook?-
It took him time, his arms shifted around the beta once again, but eventually his answer came.
-Like a wet dog,- he said, leaving Jimin hugely disappointed but softly giggling, -I think.- he then added, as an afterthought, his voice low and resounding between them.
-You think?- the other said, unsure of what he had just heard, not understanding how that could bem
Yet Jungkook nodded, his chin softly moving against Jimin’s head.
-It’s not like I can really feel it, but my brother once said I smell like a wet dog… so maybe it’s a luck you can’t catch it.- the chuckle that followed made Jimin smile, he didn’t voice though how he still wished he could smell him, how that was all he could think about at times.
His thoughts focused on something else, he wanted to argue, to tell him that it wasn’t ‘wet dog’, no.
It was wet dirt after the rain, like the summer drops that wetted everything and brought life, it was beautiful and Jimin knew it was Jungkook’s.
-Petrichor.- he only said though, unable to put everything in words, still too scared to let it all out.
-Your scent is like petrichor.-
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...do i? should proofread it but... this might be the right time to do it