The One-Sided Love

Vanilla.

He smelled like vanilla.

Minyeol became obsessed with vanilla, considering it to be his scent and only his. Vanilla overwhelmed his sense as he tugged the blanket of the other boy around him, sheltering himself in the fort of vanilla. For awhile, curled in the blankets of vanilla, he was absorbed into a peaceful bliss of thoughts centered around the boy who smelled of vanilla. For awhile, blanketed by the smell of vanilla, all he could think about was how nice vanilla smelled, how nice he smelled.

He had been sitting there for half an hour now, wrapped in Jax's blankets, sitting in the barren closet in his bedroom. He didn't know why he had stolen the other's bed sheets until he found himself curled up in them, unwilling to move. At first, he had locked himself in there to break down about the perilous stresses of life but soon found himself delusionally dreaming that Jax was curled up next to him in this nest of blankets. It was a pointless dream and one that would likely never occur, but it's not like anyone was going to go explore his thoughts.

Sometime during that, he had actually fallen asleep because of the smell of vanilla. The blanket had shifted a little, leaving cracks in the fortress that allowed oxygen to find his lungs, but besides that, he was completely covered. His dreams were sound and peaceful and most definitely filled with the scent of vanilla. When he awoke it was evening, and he could hear the voice of the blonde questioning August about his blankets.

He'd told August his secret awhile ago. His infatuation with Jax's scent. His infatuation with the smell of vanilla. The other understood but Minyeol could read him like an open book and the other looked disheartened, for what reason he still couldn't figure out. August agreed, for now, to keep the blankets issue a secret from Jax until Minyeol got a grip on himself and his feelings.

August found him in the closet and closed it almost immediately when he saw the mass of blankets and a figure buried under them. Minyeol knew he'd back in a couple of minutes but sorting out the blanket thing with Jax was the priority. The other blonde was back, prying the door open and bending down to poke Minyeol. He turned over, tugging blankets out of his face to see the other, a semi-miserable expression adorning his face.

"Did you tell him?" he asked the question he asked every time. And like every time, August shook his head. The tension in his chest lessened and a sigh left his lips. "When he finds out he's going to think I'm even more of a freak than he already does."

"No, he won't," August argued. "I don't know why you're so convinced that Jax dislikes you... It doesn't help that you've become so cold toward him."