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One day, Jungkook was going to kill his soulmate.
Of course, not literally, but he'd have a serious conversation with them about the existence of air fresheners after using the bathroom. Jungkook thought it would be only fair, after all, he didn't poop out the smell of satan, so his soulmate wouldn't know the horrifying experiences Jungkook had to go through.
Just his luck, of course, that he'd had to get smell as a hint to find his soulmate. Maybe he wouldn't ever find them at all, because smell is barely a clue on where a person could be. It were at moments like these that Jungkook envied others, others that had it way easier having shared touch or sound or even sight. Allas, Jungkook was a very smart kid, after all. So maybe Jesus had thought he'd be able to handle it.
To think that this whole 'smelling each other's scents' thing would only stop when Jungkook found his soulmate, now, that was a huge problem. He didn't know if he'd be able to endure more terrible scents (sometimes things smelled so bad that Jungkook wondered if his mate was secretly a serial killer with tons of rotting corpses in their house), but then at other times, he'd be laying in his bed at night, and then he'd smell the sweet food his soulmate would eat for dinner, and then he'd think that maybe it wasn't that bad at all to have smell as their sense.
But then, on evenings like these, he was reminded again of the bad consequences of the shared smelling sense.
Jungkook was chatting with Taehyung when he noticed the terrible smell around him, and for a second he forgot all about his soulmate and he just choked on his own spit. Holy jesus cow, this was the seventh time today, and he really thought there was some kind of mini-demon living around him, and maybe that mini-demon had taken a form of either of his five friends.
"Ew, oh my god, who the fuck just farted, or blew up a barrel of stinking sweat? The smell, it smells deadly here." Jungkook was ready to write down his will, ready to put it all out on paper because he was 99.9% sure that he'd die from this smell right now. Sweet baby jesus, he was going to pass out right then and there, and that's when he realized all his friends had stopped their conversations to look at him.
"Well, it wasn't me. You would've definitely heard my farts." Taehyung sang in a loud voice, and Jungkook silently agreed. His farts could form a choir one day, that boy learned to fart the alphabet already. He was just happy for whomever Taehyung's soulmate was, happy that they were stuck with the taste sense and not with the sound sense, because Jungkook was fairly sure that if his soulmate wasn't a trumpet player, they wouldn't like the fart choir that much.
"Nor me, I was chatting with Namjoon. Besides, I never fart in public." Seokjin shrugged and Namjoon nodded to confirm that indeed, Seokjin hadn't farted and neither had he.
So, there were only two more suspicious people in the house, and said people were busy cuddling on what little space his couch had. Amazing.
"I literally don't smell anything, it wasn't me either." Hoseok called from Yoongi's lap, seemingly enjoying Yoongi's fingers threading through his hair too much. Jungkook glared at them, and he'd never let them know that he wanted just about a little of that, too.
"My farts smell like absolute heaven, so it couldn't have been me. Guess we all know what that means, right?" Yoongi said with a smug grin playing on his lips, and Jungkook squinted his eyes at the older boy, not liking the direction this was going in at all.
"Your soulmate is probably taking a giant shit right at this moment."
Boom, there it was.
And Jungkook wanted to die.
He was about to give a rant on how he said before that he didn't want to hear any comments about this (because it was only okay for Jungkook to say that kind of stuff, it was his soulmate, after all) but then a loud beeping noise in the kitchen made him curse the gods instead.
Right, dinner.
Jungkook had forgotten all about the lasagna that was cooking in the stove and with a sheepish look on his face, he went into the kitchen to discover his lasagna half on fire. Great. This was really Jungkook's day.
"Hah, guys, funny story; I kind of forgot about the food... So will pizza be good for tonight?" Jungkook muttered, scratching his neck as he watched his friends laugh, and Seokjin shook his head. "I told you I should've cooked, this always happens to you-"
"Pizza it is. I'll be back in five." Jungkook smiled, cutting off his friend and turning to the door, blessing everyone for the fact that his apartment building was across the street of a small convenient store.
He sped right of his apartment, trusting his friends to take care of his place but then he remembered what type of friends he had, and he face-palmed. Surely they wouldn't burn it down, right? Well, been there, done that, Jungkook thought.
He boasted out of the door, onto the street, and just then he realized that he was wearing pyjama pants, for fuck's sake. Jungkook was this close to dying of embarrassment that he didn't notice the stranger turning around the corner, and before he knew it, he got sent right onto the hard street.
That wasn't the worst part, though, because the stranger that'd walked into him seemed to lose his balance and fell into Jungkook's arms almost immediately.
"Fuck. Am I blinded?" Jungkook muttered, his eyes seeing nothing but a shade of black, and then it was suddenly all back again, and he realized that this stranger's hair was in his face. Jungkook placed his hand on the stranger's chest, wanting to push him off and give him a good scolding because what the hell, he just got bombarded and this was not okay, you'll be hearing from my lawyer- when he smelled a very familiar scent.
Coconut shampoo. The same shampoo his soulmate had been using for over a year now.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Are you alright, I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going at all-" the stranger spoke up, trying to push himself off of Jungkook as soon as possible, but Jungkook just stayed there. Stayed there because he couldn't believe the fact that this might be his soulmate.
"How long have you been using coconut shampoo for your hair now?" Jungkook really needed to stop interrupting people all the time, but he couldn't help it. This was really necessary, who knows, maybe this guy would've ran off immediately otherwise.
"Huh?" the guy was finally standing straight now, and even from where Jungkook was struggling to get up from the ground, he could see that he definitely wouldn't mind having this guy as his soulmate. Chubby cheeks, beautiful crescent eyes and a cute pout to die for. And now, as Jungkook stood up too, he noticed that the guy was short too. How cute.
"Sorry for asking this super weird question, but, for how long have you been using your shampoo?" Jungkook offered a polite smile, and his heart was going to boom out of it's cage. The stranger still looked a little confused, but nonetheless, he answered.
"A little over a year now, I think. Why? It's good shampoo, if that's why you wanted to know." Jungkook's mouth dropped a little, his mind turning blank. His soulmate. This was definitely his soulmate.
So, he did what every person who'd just met their soulmate would do, and he stuck out his hand. "Hi, I'm Jungkook, and you should really try to buy air freshener as soon as possible. I don't know who you hang out with, but they shouldn't have to deal with your sin. That is, I actually hope you do your business with your bathroom door closed." it was very possible that his soulmate would hate him.
The stranger's mouth fell open, and a shade of red painted over his cheeks. "What did you just say to me? And how do you- oh." the boy suddenly seemed to realize, or so Jungkook hoped.
"Well, then I'll buy air fresheners if you can finally learn how to cook right. Surprised you haven't burned down wherever you live yet. Also, I'm Jimin. I might be your soulmate." his soulmate, Jimin smiled and Jungkook wanted to die because one. he looked so cute, oh my god. Jungkook couldn't believe this little gem was his. and two, he didn't seem insulted by Jungkook's words, maybe even more amused by them.
"Only if you'll be the one to teach me. We're going to have to spend lots of time together anyways, huh. Better use it well." Jungkook grinned but his grin got wiped right off his face when he felt a small hand grab his. He died even more when he realized the small hand was attached to Jimin. His soulmate was holding his hand.
Now this was a feeling he could get used to.
("Happy birthday, babe." Jungkook whispered as he gave Jimin a kiss. Jimin smiled and wrapped his arms around Jungkook's middle, "thanks, Kookie. I love you."
"I love you too, Jimin. Here, I have something for you." Jungkook revealed a package from behind his back and Jimin's eyes widened, "Jungkook, more presents? You already gave me two when the other's where here-" "just take it, it's just something small. But I think we'll both receive some pleasure out of it." Jungkook added in a little wink and Jimin's smile grew, "really, huh?"
Jungkook nodded and handed him over the package, which Jimin eagerly accepted. His happiness was short lived when he saw the content of it, though.
"Sea breeze scented air refreshers, pack of 24..."
"Jeon Jungkook, you piece of shit.")