Fics like some honey for the soul

Minho hesitantly moves forward, reaching a hand out when he’s only half a meter away. Jisung watches his hand like a hawk, eyes laser focused. The touch is feather light, barely even making contact with his skin as Minho picks the hair up between two fingers and brings it to the side, then tucks it into the strands near Jisung’s ear. The alpha backs away as soon as the hair is out of Jisung’s face, his expression set in determination. Syrupy honey mixes with petrichor, thick and dripping. It’s a beautiful blend, still combined with something Jisung can’t quite place. And on top of it all, he can smell his own sickeningly sweet peaches. The floral scent of lavender fields blooming, topped with smooth, warm vanilla. Intoxicating, entrancing. (or: to ensure the population is maintained, a government program is put into place to pair soulmates. Jisung didn't want to be paired, but maybe this alpha isn't so bad)

Fics like some honey for the soul

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