Four :: Taehyung

Jungkook parked the car, waiting for me.

Thankfully, he hadn't forgotten to pick me up, but he seemed to have forgotten about me in every other sense of the word. I'd sent him messages throughout the day, trying to figure out what was going on with him.

He didn't reply to any of them, which not only pissed me off but worried me too. If he was seriously sick, I wanted to know so I could help him.

The moment I opened the car door and went to swing my gym bag into the back, it hit me. His smell again, but ten times stronger than before.

I paused, staring at him. "Are you wearing... perfume?"

His eyebrows came together just as his hands gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter. "No? I don't know what you mean."

Shaking my head, I sat in the passenger seat, pulling the car door closed a bit harder than I meant to. "You smell different."

"I smell different?"

"Yeah, bro, different. Really fucking different."

He lifted his arm, sniffing his armpit. "I took a shower this morning. I shouldn't stink."

I had to roll the window down-give myself some fresh air before I lost it all right then and there. I had half a mind to sniff it out like a fucking hound, tasting the air to find the exact source, the specific scent gland that was driving me absolutely

wild and driving the alpha in me fucking insane.

"I never said you stink. I said you smell different. There's a difference."

A big difference. One didn't make my cock hard.

"Oh." Jungkook cleared his throat. "Sorry."

The entire drive home was spent with me subtly trying to tilt my head toward the window, breathing in the fresh scent of the wind. None of it was strong enough.

I followed Jungkook into our apartment, rounding the corner into the living room, where I set my bag on the floor. "Hey," I called out to him. "Are you feeling any better?"

He was just about to turn the corner to the kitchen when he stopped and faced me. "Uh, yeah?"

"Is that a question or an answer?"

"I mean, no. Not really, honestly."

"Well, what's wrong?" I started walking toward him. "Do you need some medicine? I can run back into town and get some for you."

When he backed away a little bit, I knew something was wrong. "I'm fine, Taehyung."

I narrowed my eyes, looking him up and down. That's when I realized the hem of his shirt had ridden up, revealing... another shirt? "What's up with this?"

I walked closer, only for him to back away again. He quickly pulled the shirt down. "Nothing. I was just cold."

"Cold?" It wasn't even cold outside. Plus, Jungkook never got cold in the first place. He'd always run hot-we both did. "Fuck, maybe that's why you smell so different. You must be really sick. Let me feel your forehead."

"I'm good, thanks."

He turned to walk away again, but I grabbed his arm, forcing him to whirl on his heel and look at me. "Jungkook, what the fuck is going on with

you?"

"I said I don't feel well. Now let me go."

I walked toward him, not stopping until his back was against the wall and I was looking down at him. "You're lying." I could tell. I could always

tell. "You're being weird."

Averting his gaze, he set his jaw. "I'm not, and you're the one being weird."

"Oh, okay, says the one who-"

The moment I leaned my head further down, it hit me with the force of a thousand suns. Instead of sweltering rays of light, it was the intense, all- consuming smell of sweet almond and vanilla. "Holy fuck," I groaned.

"What?"

Inhaling, I let my eyes fall shut, absorbing it into my very fucking soul as my cock twitched, an almost automatic response. "Fucking hell, Jungkook. You smell so fucking good." I followed the scent, sticking my nose straight into the crook of his neck.

That wasn't it. The smell was there, but not as strong. Where was it coming from?

"Taehyung, what the fuck are you doing?"

I ignored him, sniffing down, down, down until finally, finally, I found the source. It was ten times stronger right fucking here. I pressed my nose into him, confused when the tip of my nose touched something... wet?

Opening my eyes, I realized where I'd stopped. It was Jungkook's chest. My nose was right on his nipple.

So why was his shirt wet there, and why did he smell so fucking delicious?

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