Another clichè
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You smell like home," Jongin nozzles into his hair, after they had spent an hour or two or too many exploring eachother's bodies despite the tiredness.
"I smell like and ," that drives Jongin into a giggling fit, and Kyungsoo likes this home better than anything, where Jongin's laughter blooms like flowers in spring.
Foreword
Amy's a/n: hope you enjoy it, it's not much. But I was in mood to write something soft with my usual dose of slight angst.
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