Orange
Author's Note: This is number
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Love would be orange. His friend had told him that once, a long time ago. And, to be quite honest, he was right. Sun was orange. Really.
Sounded really stupid and clichéd, but it was true.
Her hair smelled like orange when she stood up quickly and the scent of it wafted towards Jin.
She always looked best in orange, even if she hardly wore it.
And, well, Sun tasted like orange when he kissed her, especially when she didn't know it was coming.
Jin zoned back into the terse gibberish talking around him. He blinked a few times and wondered. How does one say "Love is orange" in English?