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Record and Rewind - II

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fem!idol x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - while on one of your many solo adventures, your signature scent unexpectedly draws in the love of your life to you

word count - 2.2K words

TW - Light Cussing (censored)

A/N - Decided I’d make this into a series, I’m having too much fun writing it. Thank you to everyone who read part.1, I really appreciate it and I hope you like it. Also, the perfume in question in this story is heavily inspired by Wakeheart perfumes, check them out. They discontinued the perfumes, but they make nice candles now.

“Do you carry your own perfume around often?”

The woman asked as you came back from the igloo, bottle in hand and the piece of paper in the other.

“Always. You never know.” You simply answered, taking the place you occupied earlier.

“If you ever get asked about it?” She guessed, searching for your eyes as you motioned for her to give you her wrist.

“Exactly.” You smiled.

Not to her, but to yourself.

Or at least that’s what it looked like. Either way, she had caught it, and the sight pleased her enough for her to do the same.

“Is this the first time someone asked you for a sample?” She wondered as you sprayed her skin with the fragrance that had pulled her to you.

“The third.” You answered simply yet again before diverting the attention away from you and to the sample. “So what do you think?”

The woman chuckled, almost amused by your bluntness.

“You’re not very talkative, are you?” She pointed out, glancing at your hands as they folded a piece of paper around.

“Not really.” You affirmed, staring at the ground after a soft chuckle slipped past your lips.

“What a shame. Your voice is really nice.” She said truthfully.

She usually wasn’t a fan of deep voices, but the tone of your voice simply sounded pretty to her ears. The way you were so calm and took your time with your words, it seemed to act as a softener. It was almost calming if her heart wouldn’t pick up the pace in anticipation of said words.

“Thank you.” You said, a shy smile making its way to your lips before you continued, against her expectations. “Better than yours?”

You’d think she’d be surprised by either your comment or the fact that you flirted back despite your attention seemingly being elsewhere—if not by both.

Well, she was.

Everyone has a way with words—whether it be bad or excellent, or fighting somewhere around average— and while your words were scarce… your level was starting to manifest in the better half of the scale, to the woman’s delight.

She was loving it.

“Could be. All I’m gonna say is I’m glad we’re not co-workers.” She joked, unknowingly leaving the person beside her confused.

You had no clue as to what she was possibly referring to, but you didn’t want to ruin whatever was going on.

As ironic as it sounds, you knew when to shut up.

So you simply went with the flow, as you’ve done all your life, and spoke what was certainly the most words she’d heard you say at once so far.

“Then would it be okay for me to address you by name?”

Her eyes snapped up, and her breath caught in her throat when they actually met your gaze.

Seemed like you had let go of the fiddling for further effect.

The quiet ones, she thought. Always all or nothing.

It worked wonderfully.

“You’d have to talk to me a bit more.”

You smiled. You liked a bit of challenge.

“What do you want to know?” You complied, making her smile.

“What did you put in your perfume?” She asked, curious.

“Vanilla, coffee blossom, almond and pink pepper.” You revealed with a smile.

The woman raised her eyebrows at the last ingredient.

It was surprising, but after the last couple exchanges? Its presence made perfect sense. This whole confection made perfect sense, no wonder you considered it as your signature scent.

She brought her wrist to her nose, identifying each of the notes you’d mentioned.

“Have you named it?” She asked.

“The fragrance?” You said and she nodded, humming.

“Conscience Conversations.”

The woman smiled, “Very pretty. Any meaning behind it?”

You shrugged, your gaze now becoming evasive. “Just… the connection to your inner voice.”

“That’s what inspired it?” She guessed, trying to keep your focus on her, and you nodded. “How?”

She sure was curious.

Usually, this was the part where you would tap out of the conversations your perfume usually issued, as it touched on something quite dear to you.

This time though, you didn’t feel that urge to run away. Instead, you felt somewhat happy to open up, although still feeling shy.

Judging on your conversation so far, she seemed like she’d appreciate what you had to say on a deeper level than simply “discovering the secret” behind your choice of scent.

So you tried to put your work into words.

“I just think it’s important to stay in touch with our conscience, our inner voice while going through life, and self-discovery.” You explained, your eyes and focus having returned to the piece of paper in your hands. “This scent is just my way to not only stay in touch with mine, but for the one of those around me to get an idea too.”

Well, it certainly was speaking to her, unlike someone else…

That d*** piece of paper. It was going so well…

Never had she thought she would ever feel jealous of such a ridiculous thing. Yet there she was, glaring at your hands as frustration built up in the back of her mind.

The front was too busy figuring this stranger out.

“What’s your consience telling you right now?” She tried to get your attention back.

Let’s try speaking your language, she thought.

It startled her.

For what?

At that point she wasn’t even sure what she was seeking anymore.

All these wonders she kept voicing out… They seemed to be caught up in between far too complicated feelings for someone she’d met a mere moment ago.

All she wanted at first was your perfume. Now it was as though she was looking for answers to questions she hadn’t even asked.

Your muted gaze, along with the power your few words could hold triggered a part of her she never knew about. One that felt too curious for her own sanity.

She was slowly losing her mind every time it was your turn to speak.

Just like now.

You stayed silent as she looked for your eyes once more, daring you to answer as if she knew exactly what you were thinking.

You would think they were any help with how much she looked for them, but as much as she found them attractive, that was about all she could get out of them.

“Are you going to listen to it?” She spoke up after a while.

If you’d lost interest, her question seemed to have gotten it back despite your defying silence.

You finally looked at her again, that grin of yours making a long awaited appearance.

“I already have.”

She nearly whined in frustration.

How were you so secretive yet so open at the same time?

She could feel the tension building despite your seemingly careless attitude. Or was it within herself? Was she going crazy?

So many questions left unanswered, yet her mind remained after one thing and one thing only.

She couldn’t name it for the life of her, yet she could bet her life that it would feel liberating to discover what it was; more than anything else at that moment.

“What do you mean you already have?”

You took a breath in, glancing back down at your hands to place one last neat fold before finally giving her all your attention.

Now that she had gotten what she wanted, she didn’t really know what to do. She felt hypnotised, unable to look away in fear of you taking it all back.

She almost couldn’t handle it.

“I like to think our inner voice expresses our deepest desires.” Your started, and her mind held onto your words to keep her from fainting out of frustration. She knew by now that she’d get the answers to her questions. She just desperately wished she didn’t have to concentrate so hard to get them.

“Giving into them or not is what builds us as a person. My best memories come from listening to it. Not questioning it.”

The woman’s eyebrows had never been so furrowed, her mind experiencing levels of confusion she had never even approached prior to that night.

Not because of your words.

No.

It was because of the piece of paper you handed her once you’d gotten them all out.

The same one she had been envying for the past few minutes.

It was a rose. A paper rose. A really well done one.

An origami, she chuckled mentally. You were making an origami this whole time.

For her.

It all suddenly made her feel a bit stupid. Feeling jealous over something that inherently was about her… It definitely was in the top ten of the most ridiculous moments of her life.

She would probably feel embarrassed if the urge to ask another question didn’t overpower the feeling.

“What kind of memories?” She managed to get out, completely ignoring the last of your words as her eyes found yours again.

You let out a soft chuckle, “Is that what you want to find out?”

This time, she was the one to stay silent.

Her gaze dropped to the origami sitting on your palm.

She wondered, finally taking it into her own.

What does it mean?

She met your gaze once more.

That faint, innocent smile tugged on your lips again. She could feel it taunting her, but even that wasn’t enough to distract her.

A small, yet freezing breeze softly carried a few strands of your hair along as it brushed past the two of you.

The sudden cold sent shivers across your bodies, the feeling jolting you awake and preventing you from getting lost in the other’s eyes.

She was thankful for it, as she refused to break the contact, desperately searching for the answer you seemed to hide from her.

“Just give in.”

You were temptation itself.

She could feel what she was looking for.

It was within reach.

“Or would your conscience only be at ease knowing my name first?”

She felt her eyes slip down to your lips.

Finally.

So why the sigh in defeat?

“I can’t.”

Your faint smile turned into a true grin.

Quite the sight to see in her opinion. She would have appreciated it far more if she wasn’t feeling so… dazed?

“As you wish.” You accepted.

She scoffed at how little this all seemed to affect you.

“You’re something else.” She mumbled.

That only made you laugh, further proving her point.

“I hear that a lot.” You shrugged. “Mostly from my mom.”

She couldn’t help but laugh with you. At least it ended on a lighter note.

Otherwise she didn’t know if she could have handled processing the emotional weight she’d just experienced in such a short amount of time.

“I’m not even gonna follow up on that.” She said.

“It’s nothing crazy, but it is a smart choice.” You shrugged. “A bit of mystery never hurt.”

“You have too much, that’s the problem. I still don’t know your name!” She vented.

“I don’t know yours either and I asked first.” You argued, causing her to bite her lip as she took a second to rewind your conversation.

That’s when she realised you might have no idea who she was after all…

“Right.” She admitted. “My name is idol!name.”

You smiled.

It’s a pretty name, you thought.

“I’m Y/N.” You revealed, making her smile.

“It’s a pretty name.” She complimented.

“Thank you.” You smiled back, a bit shy.

The sight surprised her more than it amused her this time.

It was quite the contrast to what she had just witnessed to say the least…

It was almost endearing.

“Well, it was nice meeting you.” You said, breaking the small silence that had settled as she briefly studied your features.

“What, that’s it?” She asked, a bit taken aback by your words, and quite frankly, a bit offended by the fist bump you were offering. “You’re not even going to try to keep in touch?”

“What?”

You hesitantly brought your hand back down to your side, confused.

Oh, how the tables had turned.

She sent you a warm smile, which was quickly contrasted by her words.

“I know I said I can’t, but I didn’t say I didn’t want to…” She trailed off. “Can I have your number?”

You smiled at her question.

“You already have it.”

Cue the roles reversing yet again.

She squinted her eyes at you in confusion, and you nodded to the flower in her hand.

Her gaze dropped down to look at it, studying it before noticing the numbers in black ink on the flat base.

Her jaw dropped. Not to the ground, but enough to make you laugh and the sound made her look back up at you.

“Your friends aren’t very slick, but tell them I say thank you. If it weren’t for them I probably wouldn’t have noticed you staring.” You explained.

She was speechless. A blushing mess as a familiar flutter made itself known in her chest, all while feeling embarrassed about her and her friends’ behavior over dinner.

However, that didn’t compare to how mindblown she was. The whole time she thought she was making the first move. Fighting for your attention when she had it before she even spoke to you…

“Wait, here.”

Your voice pulled her out of her thoughts, and she watched as you grabbed the bottle from your pocket, spraying the paper flower with your perfume.

“Since you seem to like it so much.” You smiled, a hint of shyness adorning your crinkled eyes.

She could only stare at you, still struggling to even think properly, and only managing to process your words.

She had to fight for them just minutes ago, and now you just kept throwing them at her, somehow swaying her everytime.

“You don’t have to use my number. Just think of this as me giving you what you wanted when you came to me.” You said, not wanting her to feel any pressure.

As much as you enjoyed it, yourself was a bit stunned by this encounter. It would probably take you days to recover.

You liked to imagine it was the same for her.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just give me the bottle?” She finally spoke up, and you laughed.

“Sure. But it wouldn’t be as cute. Do you want it though?” You asked, handing it to her, but she shook her head, gently pushing it down.

“I think I’ll stick to the classic and use your number. Seeing you might last me longer than the bottle.”

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