The black haired male gently pulled the panda face mask down exposing his mouth in order to speak to the petite curly hair blonde that was biting the hell out of her cherry plum lips out of pure nervousness.

She couldn't believe she actually summoned enough courage to confessed to the Min Yoongi, the sexiest guy from the Art, Music and Drama Department, the cold and well know genius that was scouted by the famous BTS Entertainment company that was responsible for turning ordinary people in idol stars. But he was scouted as one of the songwriters since he likes writing lyrics that could set people on fire more than being an idol. No, he liked his being in the background being the genius creator he was but right now, said genius was in a rather sticky predicament.

The male kept replaying the female's confession of love in his head before a deep sigh escaped from his pale peach lips, his deep raspy yet soothing voice surrounded them as he spoke.

"Your perfume makes me nauseous. You claim you love me yet you don't know that I hate perfume." He paused watching big wet tears fall from the girl's eyes plopping onto her rosy cheeks that were red from embarrassment, anger and hurt but the male couldn't care less.

"Please don't show your face in front of me again."

Quickly walking away from the girl crying, standing in the middle of the school's garden, Yoongi pulled the mask back over his mouth and nose praying that a headache wouldn't torture him for the rest of the day because he was exposed to the girl's perfume.

Right now it was lunchtime, maybe if he hurry he could catch up with his friends and see him again today and hopefully talk to him this time and not completely ignore the guy making him feel like shit.

He groaned internally. Yoongi just couldn't help how he was/is. Because of his Hyperosmia, it was hard to be around others without feeling some sort of negative effect. It got worse when he didn't take his medication. He would have to lock himself inside of his house days on end until his best friend, Namjoon, refill his medication for him and brought it over.

So knowing that, who the hell would want to be friends with someone like Yoongi? Well those five idiots would. The male smiled behind his panda mask just thinking about his friends. It was a good thing he was wearing it, he needed to keep his cold guy image up.

Walking into the cafeteria, the male slowly scanned the place looking for his group of friends that decided that they could all live without cologne or perfume that covers up their natural scent just to make Yoongi's life a bit easier. Man was he lucky.

"Hyung!"

Quickly looking into the direction he thought he heard the voice came from, Yoongi saw the youngest of their group, Jungkook waving him over. Quickening his pace, the black haired male walked over to the group, instantly spotting him the only person whose scent made all the pain disappear.

The object of his obsession glanced up at Yoongi when he got to the table, only to quickly avoid Yoongi's gaze by staring down at his fingers cradled in his lap, his cheeks slightly dusted pink.

Yoongi frowned at the male's action.

But then again, he was to blame. The first time Jungkook and his other friend Jimin brought the silver haired angel over, Yoongi literally ignored him every time the younger tried to talk to him.

Ok he can explain....sort of. On that specific day he was having a bitching of a headache and then this guy came out of nowhere with the most heavenly scent that instantly took his pain away, wouldn't you be confused too??

Yoongi sighed internally, that wasn't much of an excuse to act like an ass to the kid for almost three weeks but he was gonna change that...starting now.

"Hi Taehyung."

Wow did his voice came out a little bit deeper there? Yoongi guessed it was worth it, seeing the younger's head shot up to look at him, his brown eyes sparkling with delight.

"Hi Hyung~"

Wait....did his scent just got stronger?

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Sorry the first chapter was a bit long but enjoy, I might update again later.

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