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Taehyung is the first one to notice that something has changed with his best friend, wrinkling his eyes in a suspect way and leaning against Jimin. "That’s totally weird, you don’t smell like cinnamon today." he suddenly says, pressing his cold nose against the neck of his best friend to sniff at his skin.
Jimin shivers at the contact and wriggle on his seat to try to get rid of Taehyung. He gives up to concentrate on his mathematics exercises, copying the notes of the always top of the class aka Kim Namjoon, the senior everyone wanted to slap because of how annoying he was whenever he’d open his mouth. Taehyung spends an arm around his size to keep him near him.
“You know, it’s not because my father works in a bakery that I have to smell like cinnamon. " Jimin retorts, attentive to what he writes. Taehyung frowns his nose, rubbing it against the neck. He couldn’t be fooled about something like his best friend scent, he was smelling cinnamon from him since he first got into school and met him.
"But you always smell like cinnamon, trust me, or at least trust my nose. " Jimin shakes his head, a smirk stretching his lips upward. He was used to the strange behavior of Kim Taehyung, the official weirdo of the school and officially his best friend, though there was times when he too would be surprised by something he did.
"And why would you put cologne anyway, you always say that you hates it when your father does. " Taehyung changed his position, to hook one of his legs on his friend’s knees.
From where he was sitting, he could clearly see the way Jimin’s eyes opened wide and the way he swallowed like something was stuck in his throat. Something like a lie. “Well, maybe...I changed my mind. " Jimin mumbles, rubbing his eyebrow with his thumb, his teeth digging into his lower lip.
Taehyung shrugs, not wanting to argue with Jimin. When he raised his eyes however, he didn’t expect to find a junior looking at him like he wanted to murder him and hide his body in a trash can.
Taehyung makes a sign to him with a warm smile, thinking about letting him joining them for once, but Jungkook gives him one last furious glare before spinning on his heels and going back to the basketball court where he was usually playing during breaks.
" I swear to god, something’s fucking wrong with Jeon Jungkook. I don’t even know what the kid holds against me. " he mutters slowly, stealing Jimin’s pen to copy Namjoon’s notes too.
When Jimin raises his head to look for the junior Taehyung was talking about, almost excepting to see his bunny smile, he only meets his back retreating to the basketball court.
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The secret of the cologne wasn't coming from a change of mind, to tell the truth. Jimin hadn’t really understood how it happened exactly and what gods were against him that morning, but he had found himself wet from head to toes when a joke concerning a bucket of water ended up on him.
Of course, he had a spare pant in his bag, the one he’d used for basketball matches, but nothing would save his hoodie. Jeon Jungkook came just then, in all his glory, and Jimin thought about squatting behind a bush to hide, because god only knows the the magnetic pull the younger had on him.
It was something he couldn’t fight, and he really didn’t wanted to. Jungkook wasn’t only looking like a fucking greek god, that’d be too easy ; he was also a smartass whose marks were always the highest, even though he couldn’t beat Namjoon. "Wow, I don’t know what happened but you’re going to catch a cold if you stay like that. "
And there it was, that bunny smile making his nose crinkling. Jimin wanted to be sassy, wanted to say something like,so smart really, i’d never had thought i would be sick, thanks for telling me, but then, Jungkook was removing his vest to hand it to him, his smile being all shy and shit.
Jimin just took it and found himself giving his hoodie to Jungkook. The smell of cologne was omni-present in his nose and on the tip of his tongue when he put his arms in the sleeves.
“I’ll bring it back to you. Promise. "
Jungkook left like that, looking like a thief with Jimin’s hoodie pressed against his chest. Jimin could only blink and look the way Jungkook left, tightening his arms around him to warm himself, his small hands disappearing in the too larges sleeves.
The smell of cologne that Jimin hated so much on his father became abruptly more welcoming, more pleasant.
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"Jimin, can you explain to me why Jeon fucking Jungkook is hanging around with your hoodie on his back? "
Jimin jumps at his best friend’s words, and when he turns his head to see the boy entering the classroom, late as always, the familiar red of his hoodie strikes his eyes. Somehow, his stomach flips around and his breath quickens. Jungkook doesn’t look at him once.
As usual, he settles down near a window, to get lost in whatever’s so interesting in the outside, not giving a single fuck to what people were doing in the classroom.
"Um...Maybe I lost it at our last basketball match. " Taehyung doesn’t seem to buy his explanation, because the last time they shared a basketball match with Jeon Jungkook was already three weeks ago. He rolls dramatically his eyes and hit him in the shoulder.
" I’m gonna steal gums from Hoseok. " Taehyung says, before dragging his chair all the way to Hoseok’s one. Jimin doesn’t miss the way Hoseok quicly hide his gums in his pocket. Jimin’s gaze comes back to Jungkook, his neck stiff because of the position he was in.
Seeing Jungkook feeling at ease in his hoodie was pulling something in him, something that was making him sick and Jimin couldn’t even tell if it was a good kind of sick or the really bad kind of sick. Jungkook seems to feel his eyes piercing his skull, his eyes shifting from the window to the red-head across the classroom.
Jimin thinks he could so easily drown into Jungkook’s eyes, but he can only feel excitation and anticipation instead of fear and doubt. These onyx eyes were sending him back all the mysteries and secrets he has been feeding about the other, and his mind went blank.
Maybe Jimin should do something or say something, because he was acting really creepy, but so was Jungkook. And Jungkook wouldn’t hear him from so far, anyway. It’s reluctantly that Jimin has to face the board when the class begins, his heart beating like horses running and the palms of his hands sweaty.
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“Fuck me, the devil appears just when you’re talking shit in its back. " Taehyung whispers in his ear, loosening his grip on Jimin’s shoulders and removing his fingers of the cheek he was pulling.
Jimin raises almost immediately his head, surprised to see that the younger was indeed standing in front of them, waiting for them, for him. At least, that’s what his mind was screaming.
His look was sending daggers to the two friends, and Taehyung ran for his life, speaking about catching a squirrel lost in the parking lot, something stupid but which seemed a good excuse for both boys to end up alone.
Well, as alone as they could be on the pavement, since other students were brushing past them to go home. The smell of cologne is making Jimin struggle with words, or maybe it’s the way Jungkook is looking at him, like he’s relieved to see him.
The wind changes its direction, and Jimin learns that yes, he must smell like cinnamon everyday because Jungkook is smelling like cinnamon now. It was funny to see that their roles had been reversed, and Jimin wasn’t indifferent to it, not when he had grown used to the scent of cologne around him in a day.
Not when he had found the slightest opportunity to curl up in the junior’s jacket, saying he was freezing, just to picture Jungkook’s arms and chest around him instead.
"So... I said I’ll give you back this. " Jungkook starts shyly, pulling at the clearly too tight sleeves of the hoodie.
And it’s ridiculous, because Jungkook should look like a sausage but no, he still manages to look breathtaking while Jimin looks like a potato floating in space.
"Hey, don’t tell me you’re gonna pull it off now in front of everyone. " Jimin jokes, pointing to the cars passing at full speed next to them, suddenly coughing and choking on his tongue because the idea of Jungkook going around with no shirt on is pretty much pleasing to him. Jungkook shoots him his signature smile.
" Of course not. But I thought that maybe...I could walk you home. And return it to you once we’re there. " And that's it, Jimin’s heart is aching in his chest again . His cheeks are burning and if someone were to put eggs on his face, he would make omelets in a record time.
Jungkook just suggested taking him back home. It was like a dream coming true for Jimin. “But if your parents don’t like the idea, I’ll just find another way. "
Apparently, his sudden silence is worrying Jungkook, who takes a few more steps to face him. The mixture cinnamon-cologne is overwhelming, wrapping them in a world made just for the two of them.
"No !" Jimin almost screams, blushing furiously because his excitement is too obvious and Jungkook’s cheeks are surely hurting because of his smile. “I mean, yes, you can...come with me. Dad’s still working, so it won’t be a problem.”
Jimin didn’t really expected Jungkook to stop him in front of his door, to take his face between his hands and kiss him. Not when his father was already opening the said door to warn him that he was home earlier, witnessing his son playing a strong teeth and tongue game with a minor.
The blush on Jimin’s face spread to Jungkook’s one when his father talked about making out outside in the cold. But Jimin was fine with everything, especially when he saw the priceless expression Taehyung wore the next day when he realized that the arms that were squeezing his best friend size were Jeon Jungkook arms.
The risk was good to take, when the cologne would stick to him like a second skin whenever Jungkook kissed him out of the blue.