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Soul scent is one of the soul senses - soul signs, categorized with soul feel, soul taste, soul vision, and soul hear. However, it is often neglected with its commonality in comparison to the other four.
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Daun. Daun. Daun.
He can't think anything else but Daun.
Every time he feels, smells, tastes, or experience anything, he always assimilates it with her. When he smelled the fragrance of his newly bought fabric cologne, he would wonder if there were any orange blossoms among the available scent. When he laid his head on the pillow at night, her bare back as he went inside her room that night with his Hobi-hyung by her side, invaded his mind. When he looked at the wide field before him, he couldn't think nothing else but the heat she was emitting as she was straddling him and playfully caressing his cheek with the freezing snow.
He smiles.
She just single-handedly governed his whole being.
It's really becoming a problem. It's not that he hates it. Rather, he loves that in his every waking hour, he only thinks of her. However, he can't do anything productive with her running around on his head. He wanted to mellow it down with her by his side, yet he couldn't do that as she is currently having her nap. She had sniffed a little during their breakfast. Her nose was getting red, and her eyes were screaming for more sleep. It seems that she is not thoroughly healed with the fever in which he had caused.
That is why he is currently in their pavilion with a huge canvas and an array of colors of acrylic paints. Two hours has passed, his jaws are aching as he has been unknowingly smiling in every stroke of his paint brush. He couldn't help it. His heart is giddy as the image morphed into the smiling Daun. The painting is her when he first saw her with her soft yellow dress, looking like the sun herself. Clipped beside the canvass is a printed photo of that day which is used as his reference.
In the first hour, he was a bit unhappy for not fully capturing her beauty. He finds his skill inadequate for the poor attempt. Yet, he didn't surrender and with his patience, he had ultimately painted her adorable smile. He is proud of it.
Productive or not, it's still because of Daun. He helplessly smiles.
He is busily correcting some imperfections when he notices something on the air. Though the snow from yesterday had already melted, it is still cold, yet not as freezing as yesterday. The intricately carved wood panels of the traditionally Korean inspired pavilion had failed to block the chilling breeze. However, it is not it's coldness that catches his attention, but the scent that comes with it. It smells of sweet oranges. He wonders if there is an orchard nearby. He crinkles his nose as he breathes in the scent. Its fragrance is of those white orange blossoms bundled and crushed into a pulp to produce such essence. Its sweetness is salivating just like those orange blossom honey that his mother had brought once. The smell is very much akin to their Daun's scent.
He closes his eyes tight as he groans. He had read once that the scent of orange blossoms is an aphrodisiac. For him, having the most sensitive smell, the scent is lethal. Without fail, his libido comes boiling over from within, heating his whole body just like those times whenever Daun is near. Perhaps it is the very reason why his behavior ever since living with Daun had changed.
He is always uneasy. Not because he is uncomfortable with her, but because he has this constant need to bury his nose against her nape and consume all her scent. He wants to lick and taste the citrus on her skin. He wants to kiss her and be with her always. He had even wondered if her blood would taste like the tangerines that his Yoongi-hyung loves. He is becoming an addict. He is becoming possessive. If he had been a dog, for sure, he had bitten the others from touching her. He wants her all the time.
The feeling is so foreign and he doesn't know what to do but suppress it with the fear of overwhelming their Daun. As time passes by, it's becoming difficult to control. He doesn't want to be such a creep so he seldom approaches her alone, especially nowadays. He had becoming unhinged, and he does not trust himself with her alone anymore.
He crunches his nose as the scent on the air intensifies. He couldn't help but stand and steps on the stairs down the pavilion. He searches for its source and of course, it is from Daun. He doesn't know, yet never bothering to question, how he could even smell her with their distance. He is far away from her. An entire field is even in between the two of them. The expanse doesn't even deter the emotion swelling in his heart as he observes her.
She is currently standing outside by the glass windows of the indoor pool. She looks worried or something. Her neck has stretched as she looks around, seemingly searching for something or someone.
He smiles. She looks so adorably big with how huge the padded jacket she's wearing. After a while, he can see her leaning over as she squints on his direction. He can feel his heart skips with how her lips slowly curve into a huge gummy smile. Even with the distance, he sure can make out her delectable dimples on her cheeks.
"Kookie-oppah!" She calls as she waves her hands towards him.
He charmingly laughs. The usual giddiness with just the sight of her swells over and he couldn't help but smile wide and wave his hands, mirroring hers.
"What are you doing there? Can I come?" She shouts the inquiry.
'Wait... It is only me here... What to do?' He panics, but before he could respond with a "No", she had already run back inside. Not a minute later, she exits at the backdoor with her winter boots and a white beanie on her head. She then comes running towards his location.
Jungkook's heart melts with the way she shuffles with a beaming smile, as if excited to have finally seen him. It reminds him of his Yoongi hyung's excited walk after a photo shoot. Maybe she finds it difficult to walk with that ridiculously huge yellow padded jacket. Perhaps it's heavy and is affecting the way she is walking. His eyes crinkles at its sides as they follow her every step. She sometimes hops from a stone walkway to the other, avoiding the grassy part in between them.
"Careful!" He murmurs nervously when she almost loose her balance. 'Damn with that pathway.' He almost curses with his fear of her fall. He doesn't want her to hurt herself.
As she is in the few last stones, Jungkook couldn't help but open his arms, welcoming, celebrating her great attempt of trailing the path. Happily, she skips the last stone and rans towards his embrace.
"Hahaha... that was fun." She squeals on his chest.
"You don't have to come here you know. It's still cold." He comments, trying hard not to show how her warmth increases his stiffening problem. Not with how her scent had slapped his nose, full force, blazing the fire within his system.
"It's okay. I am all dressed for the weather." She pushes herself off from his arms and twirls once for him, showing off her outfit.
"Where did you get that jacket?" His nose crinkles as if in disapproval.
"Where else?" She laughs as she notices his face of distaste to the outfit. "I know... it's too big. Jinnie-oppah is kind of paranoid with my clothes. Don't even know how he got this." She adds.
"And...It's yellow." He murmurs.
"Huh? But I love yellow." She sweetly smiles, seemingly happy with the eldest's gift.
"You look like a huge caterpillar." He thoughtlessly critics.
"How rude!" She immediately squints while pouting, looking dejected with his observation.
Jungkook sweats, realizing how insolent he is to have compared her with the insect. Before he could take back the words, he heard her mumble... "At least caterpillars are cute." He can't help but grin.
He steps forward and caps her cheeks, enjoying the added zing of their connection. "A cute, cute, cute, caterpillar." He endearingly adds.
"That's a lot of cuteness." She giggles.
"You are a whole bundle of cuteness, baby." He doesn't know why it came out in a dark whisper yet he meant it sincerely.
She holds his hands on her cheeks as it becomes heated, very much affected with the statement. She then puts them on her hips as she says, "Didn't know you're cheesy."
Before he could respond, she gasps with her eyes wide on something at his back. "What?" He mumbles as he follows where she is looking and sweats. He had forgotten that he is in the process of painting her.
"Did you do that?" She gasps in wonderment.
He just hums the confirmation, nodding. He is a bit embarrassed with her finding it.
"Wow! It's beautiful. Didn't know that you could paint!" She compliments as she drags him by the wrist and walks inside the pavilion.
I do, but not in your caliber." He humbly says. How else? She is a master in painting. Her use of colors is godly. He had observed her once. Every stroke of her brush was purposeful and precise. The mists that are a signature of her work is out of this world. Even though he saw how she did it, but he couldn't still comprehend and even imitate how it morphed into something so dreamlike and wonderful. He is nothing in comparison to her, but at least, he could say that he did great.
"What are you talking about? You have the skill! I like it!" She crouches and leans closer. "Wait. Is this me?" She gasps in realization as she looks at him with a questioning gaze.
"Yes." He blushes.
"B-but... I am not that beautiful." She murmurs.
"You are beautiful." He says with confidence. It's as if, no one could deny that very truth.
He knows too well how naïve Daun is with her beauty. Her skin is already flawless even with only a few of her beauty regiments. Her lips are like cherries, always red and ready for plucking. Her nose is endearingly cute, not so pointy nor flat. Her brows are tamed and arcs with the emotions within her big doe eyes. Her lashes perfectly frame her orbs. And above all, her dimples are truly illegal. If she just knows how to weaponize these along with her delectable sexy body, the seven of them would be always under spell. Not that they already are.
"Thank you." He hears her say so bashfully after sometime. Her face is totally red with shyness.
He grins. Daun doesn't know how to accept compliments. Usually, she would swerve conversation to other things but lately, he had noticed her thanking in return. Maybe because of the constant way the seven of them are complimenting her in every possible way.
He unconsciously rolls his tongue against his inner cheeks as he remembers her yesterday morning as she squeaked when he back hugged her and whispered how lovely she was with her outfit. He couldn't forget how effortlessly sexy she was with her turtle neck dress and her thigh high socks. Those socks were screaming to be taken off. It was unleashing something primal in him.
"Stop that." She whispers as she side eyes him.
"What?" He asks confused.
"Stop looking at me like that." She straightens her back as she shyly whispers the words.
"Like what, baby?" He squints as he dares her say something more. He knows too well how endearments make her melt inside. She wouldn't accept it, but she would morph into a tomato or silences every time.
"Like you are angry to me or something." She says with her eyes downcast in uncertainty.
Jungkook is damn sure that she knows how far from angry he is. He wet his lips. If this is how she flirts then so be it. He takes a step closer to her. He dares to tease her more. "Ohhh, baby. I could never be angry. I am just wondering how would it feel to kiss and ravish these lips." His fingers reach out for her chin, his thumb caressing her lower lip. "How I wish to bite these over and over again and worship every inch of your skin." His other hand follows to caress the expanse of her neck. He can feel her shake a bit with her words, yet she only gasps with his meaning. "Ohhh, how I want to take this ridiculous jacket off of you." He pants with his arising need and lust.
"So... why don't you?" His eyes widen, never expecting her provoking him instead with those simple words. He observes her wide eyes with the unmistakable swirls of lust mirroring his. Her lips are trembling. He can see her dimples being illegally inviting as she smiles with mirth.
"Ohhh... I will." He bites his lips as he takes a hold of her fingers and drags her somewhere he knows no one could ever bother what he is about to do, finally deciding to stop withholding himself from wanting her for his own.
Author's note:
Hello! Hello!
Yep, as promised... a triple update! I hope you enjoy the fluffs before the sizzling spices to come!
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- Gigi