white-- jungkook drabble.
basically an idea i’ve been playing around with a while, and a good way to dip my toes back into writing after taking about a six-seven month break from it. i always picked up on the way someone smelled when i first met them, and quickly associated feelings and colors ( hence the title ) that went along with each person, so i tried taking a whack at it with the boys. 1/7, obviously! i know it’s short but hopefully it’s good lmao
Contrary to popular belief, you had always believed that a scent that lingered on a person was the way to their soul– not the eyes. And yes, you’ve been called a freak, a creep, a weirdo, many a time by your friends for voicing your thoughts, but you couldn’t help that the first thing you picked up about a person was the smells that lingered with them. Your sister always had a lingering scent of sweet fruits, peaches and strawberries, a light flowery perfume scattered across her collarbones that made you just want to hug her and, well, not let go. Your father smelled like wood stain and ash from the work he did in his workshop, callous but carrying memories of the projects you did together in your younger years.
It was the same with him. You’d instantly picked up on the scent that followed after him, from the first time he’d been rushing out of the coffee shop to get to the job he was already a solid twenty minutes late to, or each time he stood before you in line. It was a constant, from the first meeting where he sat himself down at your table because there was nowhere else ‘and you’d seemed the least intimidating’, to your first date of an evening on the boardwalk, to the first night you spent at his apartment, in his sheets. You’d come to associate Jeon Jungkook with comfort. Every time you picked up on the lingering scent of his being, you felt butterflies blossom in your stomach and warmth spread from the tips of your fingers to your toes, a smile coming to form on your lips before you’d even realized it. It was just the effect he had on you. And well, you weren’t complaining about it all.
He smelled like simplicity. The hint of his mint toothpaste lingering on his lips and inside his mouth when you would kiss him after his morning shower and routine, when you kissed him goodnight each time you spent the night at his apartment. The scent of cleaned cotton you assumed was his fabric softener’s responsibility every time he pulled you into his freshly laundered clothes and gave you a big squeeze before you left for the day, every time you would opt to throw one of his shirts in after a round of passion and couldn’t seem to find your own clothing items ( they’d been discarded long before the two of you had even entered the bedroom ). The gentle air of an ocean breeze hanging on to his dark locks when you ran your fingers through them before the two of you embraced sleep for the rest of the night, or when he would bow his head for you to fix his hair after gentle nagging about stray hairs sticking up in places they shouldn’t be, and the like. His friends liked to poke fun at him for it– having a more feminine scent instead of musk and irish spring, among other odd shampoos and conditioners giving men their ‘manly’ scent, but you told him you thought it made him all the better, and he didn’t have a problem with it since. And don’t forget that subtle hint of marijuana that left an underlying smell that just naturally clung to him. That brought memories of sharing a blunt and laughter between kisses and what ifs when the two of you came home from a long day and decided it was time for some damn well deserved relaxation, or when the two of you were still left nude from more than climactic moments and decided a good end to the night was a hand running through your hair and the other holding some loosely rolled weed between his fingers.
It was an odd mix of scents, but all of them screamed comfort to you. Safety. Simplicity. Tenderness. Softness. Warmth. Love. They screamed Jungkook to you. Every time you were caught a whiff of him, whether he was resting his head on your shoulder in bed or rushing around the kitchen to get to work, you noted the warmth that blossomed inside you and the smile that immediately took its place on your face. Every day you spent home alone doing the laundry, or laying in bed, you could quickly pick up on his fabric softener, or the lingering scent of his conditioner he left on his pillow, and thoughts of him quickly flooded your brain. His soft smile across the sheets on your bed while his thumbs rubbed soft circles in the small of your back before the two of you spent the next two hours making a mess of the sheets with breathy sighs and moans of each other’s names, or the time he refused to let go of you while you washed his clothes with bouts of laughter and kisses to your neck and shoulders the whole time.
You’d known you loved Jeon Jungkook for a while– he was the man you were planning to marry, after all, but you didn’t realize you’d dived head first in the second your nose picked up on his intoxicating scent the first day he darted out in front of you. You didn’t realize that you’d quickly come to associate everything that came along with safety and love. You didn’t realize it then, but now, in the quiet nights with nothing but his breathing and the chirping of the crickets outside your window, you quickly came to this realization, and to be honest– you were completely fine with the fact that a part of you loved him since day one.
a/n: lolol i kept saying i wanted to start writing again, but every time i did i would slowly start to dislike each thing i wrote, so i kept deleting everything over and over. so, this is a one take piece, i wrote it in maybe an hour, so forgive any typos #yikes. i’m gonna finish it off with each of the boys, but jungkook seemed the least daunting for me to start with after taking such a long hiatus. any thoughts or pieces of advice would be much appreciated, since my ass wants to get better at writing! love u guys lots but a meme has to sleep so good night
