The scent of mint mixed with cigarette.

Sehun cannot deny; he always loved Jongin’s perfume. He cuddles in his strong arms and breathes slowly, enjoying his lover’s presence.
Jongin smiles as he fades in Sehun’s gentle embrace and kisses his head.

“This is my last one.”

“You really should stop smoking; this is not good for your health, your skin, your teeth…”

The younger boy plays with the bed sheets, giving him a moralistic look. Jongin notices, like he always does, lights his blond-tobacco cigarette and blows a puff of smoke.

“So I’ll give you a taste, love.”

Wrapping his hands around his neck, he crashes his plump lips against his, having the sensation of not being satisfied.

Passionate, ravenously, tenderly.

The kind of kiss that you cannot forget.

Tastes like mint mixed with cigarette.