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Regardless of where he went, the aroma of vanilla would always follow him. Kibum was a meticulous man, especially concerning his appearance.
In a bit of a perverse way, Minho became obsessed with his scent. Even a whiff of vanilla caused him to think of Kibum.
When he became a bit older, he admitted he had a small crush. He thought it was unrequited, so he pined silently.
But on that day, his world completely changed. A loving embrace, and a little kiss. His heart beat for him, eternally. His partner, his husband, the love of his life. His vanilla.