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kkaeppsong2017-03-19 11:30 pm
[yoongi/jungkook] ; little star
"Okay, Kook--left foot first. That’s right, now the other…”
Yoongi slips the bright blue sock on the small foot in his lap, watching the little one’s toes wriggling about in clear excitement. He manages to secure the sock in place despite the restlessness, weeks of practice and painstaking routine now firmly under his belt. Next come the shirts--really, only five acceptable options as far as Jungkook is concerned--and today, just like every day, Yoongi splays them out on the ground for him to pick. Nevermind that there’s several nice outfits in the drawer, including a really cute matching set Jimin gifted them when Jungkook turned a month old. The bunny simply took a couple sniffs of the new clothing before ignoring its existence altogether, fighting against Yoongi’s attempts to have him wear it whenever Jimin came by for a visit. Well, fighting in the way of unhappy little squeals and scrambling to hide under his bed, curled in a stubborn little ball.
He doesn’t like change, Yoongi sighed by way of apology.
He doesn’t like clothes that weren’t bought by you, Jimin had laughed.
Both are probably true. Then again, it hadn’t always been that way.
Yoongi remembers when dressing Jungkook used to be wonderfully simple. When he could fit inside the palm of his hand, a bit of fluff nestled in his curled fingers. He was such a tiny thing, so small Yoongi could feel the thump of his heartbeat with his pinky, and the pad of his thumb was the only brush needed to smooth down his soft white ears. Yoongi had fallen hopelessly, immediately for the adorable creature. The moment those big brown eyes locked onto his, he may as well have owned Yoongi, signed off instantly on his paperwork instead of the other way around.
It’s amazing what even a couple months can do, Yoongi muses, as he glances over the toddler-sized T-shirts. Everyone had told him as much, but it still takes him aback, just how quickly Jungkook is growing. It was one thing having Jungkook in a playpen in his apartment at first, his body too small and frail to truly explore his environment, but now it’s as if every day there’s a new mission, a new adventure to take on. Climb up the kitchen table and check out those weird plastic bags. Nibble on all the electrical cords in the living room. Pull Yoongi’s sweatshirts from the closet hangers and make a giant nest. He’s active, unabashed, so curious about everything, and Yoongi learned the hard way (after some partially-chewed on slippers) to bunny-proof the place. He knows it’s only temporary though, given the way Jungkook’s hybrid nature means rapid maturity--because he’s getting smarter, too. Seeing more. Learning more. And, for the most part, listening to Yoongi more.
“Kook-ah,” Yoongi calls to get his attention back, picking up the wriggling child so he can plop all of him down in his lap instead. Jungkook always settles better when he’s held, and even though there’s those nagging voices in his head (usually Jimin’s) telling him he’s only spoiling the bunny, Yoongi can’t just ignore his own instincts either. Just wants to take care of his baby. Wants to take care of Jungkook like this while he still can.
"What shirt do you want to wear to the store today?"
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as far as he's concerned, yoongi is his everything. yoongi is the one who gives him clothes to wear, who holds him when he's cold or scared, who always gives him food and pets his ears and his shirts smell like home. yoongi has a nice soft, deep voice and the way that he says jungkook's name makes him happy all over, from the very tips of his ears all the way down to his wiggling toes. it's hard to focus on keeping still enough for yoongi to get his socks on, especially when he doesn't particularly enjoy wearing them all that much, but the way that yoongi talks him through it always lends a hand in settling something in him. settles enough to make it possible for yoongi to get the socks on, anyway, and once that's done he's already focused on turning over, doing his best to scramble to his feet so he can go find something to explore.
yoongi's picking him up before he can get there, though, and jungkook doesn't fight it. because he loves being held by yoongi, being close to him, always has and likely always will. it settles the bunny, has him stilling in yoongi's lap, at least a little bit. jungkook leans back into him at first, tipping his head back so that he can look up at yoongi, wide smile on his face and eyes curving into crescents with the force of it. he reaches up for a moment, fully intent on touching yoongi's nose but the question catches his attention first, making him tilt his head just slightly, one ear twitching.
jungkook understands everything for the most part, can comprehend yoongi's questions and commands so long as they're familiar to him. so he doesn't have to think too hard before he's wriggling around again, worming his way off of yoongi's lap, moving a little too fast and landing on the floor with a soft thump. it doesn't deter him, though. he continues on his mission, scrambles his way over to the shirts and picks one of them up, simple and red, his favorite. he brings it back to yoongi, presents it to him proudly and the second it's out of his hands he's using them to help climb his way back up into yoongi's lap again, unwilling to be seperated from him now that he was up there for even a second.
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The truth is that aside from a very thrilling fish in college, Yoongi's never really been solely responsible for another living thing, let alone a child. Perhaps that's why he silently craved it so. He had no brothers and sisters, no big, extended family, no significant other, preferring to keep a quiet, simple life that revolved around work, making music, and a few close friends. Even then, something always felt missing. It was only when he walked into the hybrid pet shop, only half-heartedly considering the idea at the time, and saw Jungkook, felt the way his little body warmed his entire hand, that it struck him. Jungkook made him feel important. Made him feel needed. Like maybe he could be just the kind of stable home this little bunny deserved.
He doesn't wonder whenever Jungkook plays like this, head tipped against his chest, the silly, toothy smile taking over his expression warming Yoongi's heart in that way that only the bunny can manage. It just feels right. His own lips curl in amusement as he watches the upside-down face suddenly right itself, Jungkook scrambling off of his crossed legs only to trip over himself a second later. Yoongi simply helps him get back on his feet without fussing over it--this isn't the same vulnerable newborn he picked up earlier, after all. Jungkook's getting more and more capable every day. He's understanding more, too. So eager to fulfill what Yoongi asks.
"Red again, hm?" Yoongi watches fondly as Jungkook obediently presents the beloved T-shirt to him with all the self-importance he can muster. It just makes him want to hug and praise his bun until he's a giggling mess in his arms. Instead, he accepts the graceless limbs and determined little fingers crawling back into his lap, Yoongi situating Jungkook so they're facing each other this time. Gently, he coaxes the child's arms straight above his shoulders, making sure his ears are tucked neatly in between first.
"Arms and ears nice and straight," Yoongi reminds him, just like he does every morning. Then his nimble fingers are taking off Jungkook's sleep shirt and replacing it with the red one in the blink of an eye, taking care not to tug on the sensitive ears, protecting them with his palm. Next come the overalls, Yoongi dressing the rest of him with the same gentle efficiency, always keeping a steadying hand close by. Satisfied with both of their work, Yoongi gives a few pets to Jungkook's dark hair, nearly as soft as his fur. "Good job, Kook."
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maybe that's part of why he has such a craving to be close to yoongi all the time. it's been that way ever since he was little, when yoongi first allowed him to sleep on his chest more often than not, making a little space for himself nestled in the soft, warm fabric of his oversized shirts. now, jungkook feels the best, the safest when he's pressed as close to yoongi as he can be, whether it's yoongi holding him or settling himself in his lap or the way that he sleeps in his bed, because even the thought of trying to do something else is inconceivable. they just belong together. everything feels right when yoongi is with him, jungkook is fearless so long as he has that protection, that safety net, because he knows even in his short, small bank of experiences that yoongi absolutely won't let anything bad happen to him.
that kind of security just gives jungkook the freedom to be curious, to explore everything that he can, to learn as much about his environment as he can manage every single day and then some. he's a quick learner, sharp in the way that he picks up on things once over more often than not. much like the way that he learned to keep his ears straight when yoongi tells him too from the one time he got distracted and got one of them caught up in the neck of his shirt, leaving him teary eyed once the brief struggle was all said and done. now, he lifts up his arms obediently, focuses to make sure his ears point straight up while yoongi switches the shirt out for his favorite one, can't help wiggling a little in his happiness once the soft fabric settles over him. he never gets tired of looking down at it, taking in the vibrant color, distracted with that the whole time that yoongi guides him into his overalls, jungkook's little fingers curled near yoongi's shoulders to keep his balance so he doesn't fall.
he watches the way that yoongi fastens his overalls, doesn't look up until it's all said and done and yoongi is praising him, giving him pets that leave jungkook smiling widely, closing his eyes and leaning up into the touch. he always soaks up praise from yoongi, loves it, so greedy for every single drop of affection that he can get at any given time. and that's exactly why he's crawling back into yoongi's lap a moment later, taking advantage before he moves and jungkook can't get at him quite as easily. the smile is still firmly in place as he practically launches himself against yoongi's chest, arms thrown around his neck the best he can manage, ears twitching happily as he gives an affectionate nudge against yoongi's face and a series of small, happy little noises.
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The truth is, it wasn't all that difficult for the child to climb to the top of the heap and settle in for good. Yoongi had no defenses when it came to this small wonder. He simply let Jungkook burrow his way inside his heat the same way he burrows into his chest now, his cute little nose nuzzling against Yoongi's face, ears flopping around and knocking his glasses slightly askew. The suddenness of his embrace makes Yoongi laugh, the husky sound mingling with those high-pitched little noises that always seem to signal good happy nice. They're the same noises that greet him in the morning and tuck him into bed at night, sleepier, drawn out against his ear with Jungkook pressed right next to his side. Yoongi's thankful for the good mood as he gives Jungkook's bottom a few affectionate pats, his other hand reaching up to right his glasses again.
"Love you." The soft words are punctuated with a peck to Jungkook's check, Yoongi scooping up the child more securely this time as he carefully gets himself up off the floor. Nicely dressed, full with breakfast, and ready to start the day before noon--not a bad start to their Saturday at all. He's going to miss when Jungkook is old enough to not need as much sleep, fully intent on taking advantage of his semi-lazy weekend mornings for as long as he can manage.
Stifling a yawn against Jungkook's shoulder, Yoongi pads his way out of his bedroom and down the single hallway of his apartment. Every part of his home bears the bunny's mark now, almost as if he had always been there. There's the couch the two will curl up on together, maybe the first place their bond was truly established with Jungkook nestled snug and warm on top of his chest. There's the kitchen where Yoongi cuts up all his meals in bite size little pieces, and there's the table where he puts the food in bite size bowls, making sure Jungkook doesn't inhale everything in one go. There's the closet where Jungkook likes to spend hours digging and exploring and the entrance way where he always waits for Yoongi to come home from work and the TV he still stares at mesmerized and the keyboard he's quickly learned can be very loud and very sudden--best left for Yoongi's fingers. Every bit of it is his as much as it is Yoongi's.
"Alright, let's get our grocery list then." Shuffling over to the fridge, Yoongi takes down the small piece of paper before handing it to the baby bunny in his arms. He always likes having the important job, happy that Yoongi trusts him with something. Really, the lists are unnecessary--Yoongi almost always remembers what they need, but it's far too cute watching Jungkook puzzle over the written words, ears drawn close in concentration, trying to help him find what he's looking for at the store.
All that's left are the shoes (which Jungkook makes quite clear he can put on while Yoongi is still holding him, if he has any say in it) before they're off, Yoongi stepping out into the sunny March day and toward the subway with a very pleased, cradled bunny in tow.
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jungkook never gets tired of their routine. in fact, he relishes in it, in the kind of steady consistency that means he always knows what to expect. he always has something to look forward to. yoongi always holds up, always supplies him with the same things, the same comfort, always that security that keeps him feeling grounded and safe. there's no better feeling than being scooped up into yoongi's arms, jungkook thinks, pressed close and secure near the older man's chest. maybe the soft, affectionate peck to his cheek comes close to it, but every little piece of affection, every bit of praise, no matter how small the gesture, always leaves jungkook feeling so warm and happy, so completely content. now is no different, and by the time they finally get out the door jungkook is ready for the small adventure.
going out into the world with yoongi never stops being exciting. it doesn't matter how many times they've gone grocery shopping together, repeated the same routine to the same places. jungkook never stops being amazed by everything, always so eager to drink in all of the sights and sounds that the city has to offer with big eyes and ears that twitch and swivel all over the place, always unable to resist the urge to squirm and twist around in yoongi's hold sometimes so that he can look. the first few times they did this he was more reserved, a little scared of all of the loud noises and new things, but he's familiar enough with it now to light up at the sight of the subway station, always excited to ride it.
it's more than evident in the way that he's still just a little bit restless in yoongi's arms, but definitely not enough to worm his way out of them, because he doesn't want that. he wants the closeness with yoongi while being able to look and explore and take in everything all at the same time, and he knows that it isn't an impossibility. he also knows that he wants to look out the window once they board their train, that he wants to watch the world go by and marvel at everything in it, just like he always does. he likely doesn't have to do anything about it, but he still does anyway, always stubborn, always wanting to communicate himself to yoongi in whatever way he knows how. so he doesn't hesitate in reaching out towards the window, opening and closing the fingers of his free hand while the other still tightly holds onto the grocery list, making sure to keep it held protectively to his chest. his attention is back on yoongi as he does so, big eyes searching for understanding, the slightest hint of a whine slipping out to help get his point across.
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Because the thing is, they're both creatures of habit. What's always been good for Yoongi--sticking to the same few places he likes, the same few people he trusts, the same few activities he genuinely enjoys--seems to suit Jungkook just fine as well. Maybe even perfectly. The consistency and normalcy isn't just something that makes sense to have for the bunny--it's been a way of life for Yoongi for as long as he can remember. Perhaps that's why this huge commitment, taking Jungkook in to raise in his own home, doesn't so much feel like an interruption to his day to day as much as it is an extension of the lifestyle he's already carved out for himself.
It's as natural as boarding the train with Jungkook still firmly held against his chest, Yoongi taking care not to move too quickly as he takes his usual seat near the back of the car. There's always a little alcove there, with a space to stand and a platform to set down bags or hold items so they don't get dirty on the floor--or, in some circumstances, to place bunnies. Yoongi already knows it's coming, would have known even without the restless wriggling from Jungkook the entire walk over, trying to take in every little thing. He knows because the train has always been a source of particular pleasure for the child (once he realized he didn't have to be afraid of it), and the moment Jungkook starts making those tell-tale grabby hands it's clear what he wants. He always wants the same thing, face pressed close against the glass of the window, watching the world pass by while still safely right next to Yoongi. He smiles reassuringly at those big eyes all lit up with expectation, the small whines that let Yoongi know just how much it means to him.
"You want to sit by the window, Kook?" he interprets the body language without even thinking about, putting words to the bunny's silent desire, hoping they'll start becoming more familiar. That maybe one day he'll be able to ask the words himself. For now, though, Yoongi understands him just as well. He doesn't wait for an answer because there's no need for one, already moving the child from his arms to the high platform where he can both press against the window and still stay close to Yoongi's chest. Even as he gently plops the child down Yoongi keeps a protective palm splayed along his back, holding him slightly just in case the train jostles or makes a sudden stop. The rest of him hovers close by as well, Yoongi's own small way of letting Jungkook know that he can explore as much as he wants--as long as he stays in this safety net right here.
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that goes especially at a time like this. especially whenever yoongi understands exactly what it is that he's saying, what he wants to say, wants to get at. yoongi just knows. he always knows, and it fills jungkook up with that familiar warmth every single time. it makes something in him relax, knowing that yoongi can read him, that he doesn't have to worry, doesn't have to get frustrated with the way that he can't communicate how yoongi can just yet, doesn't know how to convince his mouth to move and form the words that he hears, understands, always soaks in on a daily basis. it's hard sometimes, but yoongi makes it easy. yoongi eases even any potential for jungkook to feel anything less than that happiness when he's smiling like that, an instant reassurance, moving into their familiar routine so effortlessly. jungkook is comforted by it, just like he always is, just like he's comforted by being placed up on the platform with yoongi still close enough to protect him.
there isn't much time wasted at all, because as soon as jungkook is plopped down he's already scooting closer, absolutely needing to be as close as he possibly can to everything that he's trying to see. because it never gets old, because it doesn't matter if it's the same route, the same scenery, everything just the same as it was the last time that they took the train to the store, and the time before that. jungkook is every bit as fascinated, big eyes open wide, hands pressed against the glass of the window to help in the task of keeping him steady while he takes it all in. sometimes it feels like his eyes just can't move fast enough, can't focus enough to look at everything properly, to explore as much as he wants to even like this, from his safe little spot right here with yoongi like this. but it doesn't stop him from enjoying it to his fullest, definitely doesn't stop him from pointing out different things that he wants yoongi to take notice of with accompanying little sounds - that big tree that he likes so much, the building with the shiny advertisement on the side, or just the view in and of itself, anything at all. jungkook looks away only for the occasional tip of his head back, enough to see yoongi, to make sure that he's looking too, that he can see, that he's paying attention to the things that jungkook wants to share with him. and he's content to do just that, to fall into their familiar style of back and forth until the chime and announcement of their stop comes over the speaker, gets his ears twitching and those big eyes turning to yoongi again in recognition, because they've done this enough times for him to know what it means, even if he isn't always quite done with riding the train just yet.
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"Time to help Yoongi with some shopping, okay?" He bounces Jungkook in his arms a little, already placating whatever small disappointment might linger after getting off the train. It's usually easy enough to remind Jungkook of the real reason for the trip, a reason that becomes much more apparent when they get closer to the grocery store, and Jungkook's nose begins to twitch at all the pleasant smells. Still holding him close to his chest, Yoongi strides through the automatic doors and goes straight for the shopping carts. Even before Jungkook came into the picture this was his usual spot, his usual routine. The only difference is the fact that he spends far more time in the produce aisle than he ever thought to before and can accurately distinguish lettuce from cabbage--an important life skill, given the excitable little bunny now plopped at the top of his cart.
Yoongi makes sure to buckle Jungkook in securely in the seat so there's absolutely no chance of him squirming his way out. Another lesson he's learned the hard way--because when it came to fruits and vegetables, Jungkook had no shame about crawling his way closer to the food by any means necessary. It nearly gave Yoongi a heart attack the first time Jungkook nearly toppled his way out of the cart, all in an attempt to grab a long carrot stick when Yoongi's back was turned. Now he doesn't take those chances. Doesn't mess around at all when it comes to Jungkook's safety. "Still have the shopping list?" he asks once Jungkook's nice and settled, softly ruffling his hair.
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the help doesn't hurt, though. jungkook allows himself to be scooped up, holds onto yoongi in return just like he always does, any hint of even the slightest disappointment disappearing with the sound of his voice and the feeling of being held and bounced slightly in his arms, more than enough to soothe him. jungkook likely would have been content to simply lay against yoongi's chest, letting the warmth and rhythm of it lull him to sleep if there wasn't so much else going on, so many other things to focus on the closer that they get to the grocery store.
it's all familiar by now. familiar, but still exciting enough to keep jungkook perked up and at attention, still trying to take in absolutely everything all at once. he doesn't fight being plopped into the cart, either. instead he just stays still enough for yoongi to make sure that he gets buckled in as securely as possible. once that's done, though, he can't help wiggling around a little, especially whenever yoongi asks that question and jungkook remembers. of course he still has the list, still clutched securely in his fingers and he holds it up, presents it proudly with a wide smile for yoongi to take, feeling all kinds of important. it's nice, though, for his hands to be free, free to point at and try to reach for anything that catches his eye, no matter whether its new or not. jungkook is all wide eyes and curious little noises, his feet kicking back and forth to help curb some of his excited energy as he points out colorful packages, any food that looks remotely like a carrot, anything at all with a bunny printed on it. and every time he still looks up at yoongi, still wants (and expects) his attention whenever he points out something, anything at all, because he wants to show it all to yoongi, wants to make sure that he gets to see it, too.
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Plucking out the clipped coupons, Yoongi begins perusing the deals he had circled earlier in the week, matching it up with the grocery list. Only, what should have taken a moment becomes something else when he realizes something is off--he didn't bring everything from home. He was so sure that he had a coupon for buying baby carrots, that it was this weekend. As much as he flips through the pages he doesn't see the deal anywhere, Yoongi's eyebrows furrowing in concentration and frustration as he double checks the dates just to be sure. Strange. He's never messed up before.
Of course, his focus is so squarely on the ad in front of him that for once, he doesn't even notice the squirming going on in the cart. Usually his focus is on Jungkook by default, without him even thinking about it, but right now all the little bun's attempts to get his attention back go unanswered.
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their routine is always the same. it's because of this that jungkook knows exactly what's happening, always knows exactly what's happening, because the stability is what seems to keep him and yoongi both in check more often than not. that's why jungkook knows that once he hands over the shopping list, yoongi well check the coupons. and once he checks the coupons, even while he checks them, he'll look at what jungkook points out, will pay attention and see all of the amazing, exciting things that jungkook wants him to see.
jungkook notices the first time that his attempt at getting yoongi's attention goes unanswered. he notices the second time, notices the third time and by then it's enough to get to him. it's enough to have him feeling a little impatient, edging on desperate for yoongi's attention just on principle, because, simply put, he just isn't used to not having it. but even that isn't too much, it's manageable enough that jungkook can somehow keep it all contained (or so he thinks). but that's all before he sees something new, something exciting, something he's sure he's never ever noticed before in his entire life. jungkook doesn't have any idea what it is, not really anyway. all he knows is that it's a familiar shade of orange, some kind of liquid something in a bottle with a picture of a carrot on the front and he wants to show yoongi, yoongi has to see this, he needs to. jungkook tries to catch his attention with some more pointed wiggling, sounds somewhere between calling for him and whining but nothing seems to work. jungkook doesn't know what to do. suddenly it seems like everything he can feel, everything he can focus on centers around yoongi and how much he wants him to see this, how much he's suddenly just craving his attention in general.
jungkook doesn't know where it comes from. he doesn't know how it happens, doesn't know why, doesn't know much of anything except that one second he's straining for yoongi's attention, and the next his mouth is falling open to make room for something else, a noise that's entirely different - a little voice calling out something like "nyoongi!"
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Yoongi, of course, doesn't see what Jungkook is pointing at. He doesn't see what's got him so worked up, he doesn't see that expectant, frustrated little expression, and he doesn't see the need for attention. Still puzzling over the coupons, the only thing that pulls Yoongi away, completely halting all other thoughts, is the high-pitched, soft little voice calling his name. From someone close by. Blinking for a second, Yoongi feels everything hit him all at once, like the air's suddenly left his body.
"Oh my god--"
It's strange, because even though Yoongi's never heard the voice before, he knows exactly who it belongs to. It's as instantly familiar to him as baby feet wobbling on hardwood floors and curious nose twitches and that small patch of body heat against his chest when the two fall asleep together on the couch. This voice, those words, belong to Jungkook. Who just said Yoongi's name in the most adorable way he can hardly stand it. Who just said his name at all. Holy shit.
"Kook, you said your first word, you're such a good boy," Yoongi coos excitedly, scooping Jungkook out of his seat again because he just has to pull the little bun closer, has to hold him. It feels like he's never smiled this much in his entire life, grin stretched wide across his face, proud eyes only for Jungkook. He would reach for his camera to document all this, but the happiness bubbling up inside his chest isn't making him think straight. And, if he's being completely honest, there's a lot of relief there as well. Yoongi tried not to be concerned about the fact that Jungkook wasn't really vocalizing at the typical rate for others his age, tried not to spend too much time thinking about when this milestone might come--if it would ever come--when he has a perfectly healthy, happy bunny in all other aspects. Jimin and Jin both reassured him there was nothing wrong with Jungkook, but Yoongi already knew that--as far as he's concerned, the innocent, precious little bundle in his arms has no faults at all. It was a worry that was harder to express, the worry of Jungkook not experiencing life to the fullest extent, the worry of it somehow being Yoongi's fault.
"Can you say my name again? Hm?" He gives Jungkook another encouraging little bounce, trying not to put too much pressure on the bun while also trying not to explode with just so fucking ecstatic he is, right there in the middle of the grocery store.
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one second, he's calling out to yoongi, calling out his name in a desperate hope to finally grab his attention. the next second he's being scooped up out of the cart, getting all of that attention and then some all at once, everything yoongi suddenly surrounding him in the best possible way. he's hit with all of it, the happiness on yoongi's face, in his voice, the feeling of being close to him and the familiar comfort of his scent when he is, all of the things that are good and nice are washing over him so completely that, honestly, that's all it takes for the desperation to settle. he's satisfied enough now that he has that attention, now that yoongi is praising him, cooing over him, giving him that kind of attention that he craves, that he's so used to, that he's absolutely certain he could never, ever do without.
and, just like that, the fact that he just said yoongi's name, that he just spoke, that he just did something so completely and utterly amazing in yoongi's eyes just flies out the window entirely. once jungkook is satisfied with the closeness, once he feels content again in that he's wiggling around a bit in yoongi's hold, just enough so that he can point to those amazing, wonderful bottles of something new that he wanted yoongi to see so badly, that he still wants him to see. the question, the coaxing flies over his head in favor of big, eager eyes, the way that a more familiar little sound leaves his throat, urgent, letting yoongi know exactly what it is that he wants in a way that he knows without a doubt he'll understand.
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he definitely can't see them coming. just like he definitely didn't see this one coming, given everything that's been going on, all of the changes and conversations he and yoongi have had as of late. right now, he couldn't be happier, and that was the last thing he can remember thinking before he drifted off to sleep, pleasantly curled up in bed right alongside yoongi, draped and clinging all over him just like he likes to be, nestled safe and warm and comfortable somewhere near his chest. normally, he sleeps through the night just fine, never waking up even once until the sound of yoongi's alarm filters through and rouses the both of them.
but tonight is a different story. tonight jungkook finds himself blinking his eyes open even while it's still dark outside, still dark everywhere, feeling all kinds of confused and disoriented, a whine somehow pushing itself up from his throat before he even realizes where he is, let alone what's happening. he feels like he's burning up, so hot, but when he goes to kick the blanket off it's already gone, tossed off somewhere to the side. his shirt is damp with sweat and it isn't until he rolls over that jungkook starts to realize what's happening, even in the clouded, hazy state that his mind is already in. because the moment he's on his stomach he's more than aware of the painful hardness between his legs, the way that it makes him twitch and whine uncomfortably just from the way his cock strains and rubs against the material of his underwear. it's sensitive, too sensitive, he needs to get them off. that's the only thing he can think, the only thing really going through his mind when he starts to squirm around, reaching down to pull at them somewhat clumsily, impatiently, paying absolutely no mind to yoongi who's still right next to him, just like he always is, but right now jungkook's mind is a million miles away from that fact - at least for now.
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He hopes he never has to. Then again, the bunny boy currently flopped all over his body, face nestled in his oversized shirt and ears tickling his neck, is kind of a sure thing. Yoongi had passed out quickly that night, pulling an all too willing Jungkook into his arms for some needed rest after a long day. His alarm won't go off for quite a while, which is why when he blinks his eyes open in the dead of night he feels as though he's in a daze. He must have stirred from all the rustling, loud and insistent in the usual quiet of the room. Rubbing a hand over his face and disheveling his hair that much further, Yoongi props himself up on his elbows, catching Jungkook's form squirming around oddly beside him. "Kook," he murmurs, voice gravely, still thick with sleep and confusion.
He reaches out a hand to the other's back, only to flinch back a moment later. His shirt is completely damp with sweat. And the skin underneath it is burning. Worry lights up Yoongi's body in an instant, and just like that he's sitting straight up, gaze fixed on the younger boy. It wouldn't be the first time Yoongi's awoken to a similar situation, Jungkook feverish and sick after a bad tummy ache, or even anxiously tossing and turning after a particularly vivid nightmare. It's rare, but it happens--and in Yoongi's mind, it definitely must be one of those two things. Thankfully the bunny is pretty easy to soothe, and this time Yoongi's touch is more tentative as he curls around Jungkook's shoulder, trying to coax him into facing him. "Jungkookie, what's wrong?"
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things are simple because jungkook wants to get his clothes off. suddenly the longer he's wearing any of them, the more aware of them he becomes the worse that it is to have them on, so much worse, so bad that it's all he can do not to spiral himself into a tantrum right here and now. instead, he's just tugging pitifully at the clothes with slightly shaky, clumsy fingers, whining again, tossing and turning and rustling about much more than what's probably necessary, and definitely more than enough to wake up yoongi.
jungkook didn't even think about him, but the second that yoongi starts to stir, the lightest, barely there touch of yoongi's hand against his back before he pulls it away is enough to make the bunny shiver slightly, more than a little bit over sensitive. maybe it's starting to settle in, starting to becoming familiar somewhere deep, far in the back of his mind, somewhere buried underneath the sleepy haze and the something else entirely that both insist on lingering around, making him feel crazy. but he can't even devote any proper attention to it, not anyway, and especially not whenever yoongi is reaching out for him again, sliding that touch along his shoulders, pulling another shiver down jungkook's spine, another one of those sounds that push from his throat before he can even really think about giving a proper response. it makes him pause, at least for a few moments, in the way that he's shifting around and pulling at his underwear, probably looking all kinds of ridiculous and disheveled just from that much. instead, he shifts enough to turn and look over at yoongi, wincing slightly at the friction it causes him. it's dark in the room, dark enough that jungkook blinks a few times and he still can't make out yoongi too clearly, not entirely, but it's enough to focus his gaze on the other, even if his own is a little distant, dark. "too hot," he whines softly, his voice coming out somewhat breathless. "too hot, yoongi."
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It seems to take a beat too long for Jungkook to look back at him, and when he finally does, Yoongi's fingers search out the bunny's cheek instead, gently holding it in his palm. Shit, Jungkook isn't kidding. Yoongi's own brain is still foggy from the deep sleep he was just pulled out of, and he's not thinking quite as sharply as he probably should be, but it's obvious that this body heat isn't right. Even the way Jungkook shivered a few moments before makes Yoongi think that he has the chills, that his poor bunny has come down with something. No wonder he's fighting with his clothes. Yoongi just nods, completely unaware of the telltale look in Jungkook's eyes, focused solely on making him feel better. "Okay, sweetheart," Yoongi murmurs sympathetically, and without even thinking twice about it he helps Jungkook out of his shirt, slipping his underwear off with steady hands before Jungkook can rip it to shreds in his own frustration.
Once that's taken care of, Yoongi moves to turn on the bedside lamp, a soft glow quickly washing over the room as he forces himself out of bed, shuffling closer to the door. A single switch has the overhead fan swinging to life, casting what he hopes is an added coolness to the room. Perhaps he should turn the air conditioning on as well...or would that just make the fever worse? Maybe a cold rag instead? Yoongi contemplates that for a moment before turning back to the bed, fully intent on asking for the other's opinion on the matter but Jungkook is--he looks--he's--
Fucking christ.
Yoongi stands stock still, staring at the bed as if he's just seen a ghost. Jungkook is completely flushed, beads of sweat gathering in his clavicle, down his neck, along his hairline, and his eyes, normally so bright and wide, are glazed over with such intensity that he feels that tug, that same gut feeling he should have listened to much earlier. He's also completely hard. His cock looks downright desperate, the way it strains against Jungkook's flat stomach, and maybe it's Yoongi's racing imagination but he swears he sees it twitch underneath the weight of his gaze. For his part, Yoongi can't seem to remember how to use his mouth. He's seen Jungkook in heat plenty of times, but not...not like this. Not splayed out half-asleep in bed at 2 am.
"Kook." His throat feels too dry. "Did--did your heat just wake you up?"
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the good thing is that yoongi can understand him, at least in some way. yoongi doesn't hesitate to help him, and jungkook lets him, lets yoongi help him out of his clothes, damp with sweat. it's a momentary relief to have them off, the air of the room feels good on his flushed skin and it feels even better to have his cock free from the confines of his underwear, good enough that it pulls a sound almost like a soft whimper from his throat as yoongi continues on, moves around the room enough to switch on the light, gets up to cross over near the door and turn on the fan. it offers a little bit of relief, the coolness of air over his skin a little bit of something at least, for a few moments. jungkook just finds himself shifting around again, until he winds up on his back, limbs spread out against the bedsheets, starting to breathe a little bit quicker, a little bit heavier than usual.
he doesn't say anything else. at least not until yoongi pauses by the door like that, not until he's stopped and staring at him, saying his name, asking him that question. jungkook looks over at him, and it's easier to focus on yoongi like this, without the darkness blanketing the room and making it hard to see clearly. it sends a pang of something like want clenching hard in his stomach, has him squirming all over again, thighs pressing together like that's going to help somehow. it doesn't do much. his cock is still hard, almost impossibly hard, flushed an angry red and straining against the flat of his stomach, already leaking precum regardless of the fact that he hasn't been touched, hasn't even touched himself. he knows what's happening, of course he does, but yoongi is the one who's able to put the words to it when he asks that question. maybe if he was more aware, maybe if his mind was less hazy, less clouded over he would feel guilty, embarrassed, apologetic, any of those things for suddenly waking the both of them up like this. but as it is he's powerless to do much of anything but just feel, the sensations insistent and mounting by the second, a kind of desperation that's practically a living thing inside of him, clawing at him, demanding attention. regardless of the haze jungkook still manages to answer yoongi's question in the form of a nod, a soft whimper following before he stammers out, "so hot, yoongi... hurts," his voice curling into a whine around the syllables.
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It's that protective nature that flares up at the mere sound of his bunny whining and whimpering on the sheets, effectively knocking away whatever stupor Yoongi was in moments before. Nothing has changed. Jungkook is hurting, and he needs to fix it. Yoongi has spent years doing exactly that, kissing away boo-boos, patching up scrapes from too many excited rolls on the floor, even apologizing to the bunny when he accidentally betrayed the bond they shared, right before things got better. Taking care of Jungkook has always come first, and right now is no exception, Yoongi hurrying back to the bed so he can sit near the other's side. "Shh, baby, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay." He runs a soothing hand through the younger boy's hair, stroking the damp locks away from his forehead. He knows now that what he's done so far is only a respite. The undressing, the cool air, they're not even scratching the surface of Jungkook's true need, and Yoongi knows that the longer he waits, the worse it's only going to get for Jungkook.
"Do you want me to get your toys?" Yoongi asks slowly, making sure each word rings clear to the younger boy through his growing haze. It's impossible not to notice the effect his heat has on him, the way his naked body writhes impatiently on the bed, every part of him flushed and aching, and Yoongi has to force his gaze away from between the bunny's tightly clenched thighs. He's never gotten this hard this fast before. It's never been this bad within a mere two minutes. The realization hits Yoongi hard, and it looks like Jungkook doesn't know how to handle it either, isn't doing much of anything at all except for mindlessly reacting to the sensations inside his tightly wound body. "Toys, baby," Yoongi repeats, voice coming out a little tighter than before. "I can get them and sleep on the couch tonight, okay?"
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whatever it is, this something that's making him crazy, it only seems to get worse whenever yoongi makes his way back over to the bed. when he settles himself near his side, when he's smoothing his hand over his forehead, pushing his hair back. the touches are simple, they're sweet, likely would have made jungkook feel better if this were any situation but as it is, every time that yoongi touches him, every nerve ending that the older man comes into contact with just leaves him wanting that much more of it. jungkook really can't help it. he can't help the way that he tries to push up into yoongi's hand, can't help the way that his ears quiver and twitch slightly, how his eyes fall closed for a few moments before yoongi speaks again.
jungkook knows what yoongi is asking him, what he's suggesting. he knows because it's the same thing that they always so, that he always does, the same way that he always manages to get himself through his heats without losing his mind entirely. it's always been enough, jungkook has always managed to make it, at least, spending days alone in their bedroom with his hand and a small collection of toys that usually manage to at least keep the edge off, to keep himself from losing it entirely with need and desperation. but right now, even the thought of that is unbearable, enough to make him whine high in his throat. he doesn't want it, not when yoongi is here with him, when even the touch of his hand along his forehead feels so much better than anything else would, he knows it. jungkook is still grasping for coherency, but he manages well enough to reach up, to curl fingers around yoongi's wrist and shaking his head slightly. "don't," he answers, fingers tightening a little. "don't couch, yoongi." his eyes open then, looking back up, seeking out the older man even in his haze, because he knows what he wants. and he's far gone enough that he isn't embarrassed to ask for it, in his own way, the words breathless when they come out. "can you stay?"
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For a brief moment, all he can do is stare at those big, expressive eyes looking imploringly up at him. There's that telling desperation clouding over his gaze, but there's also a hint of expectation, longing, hope, pieces that aren't quite as familiar. It's as though Jungkook's opening himself up even further than the way he's already splayed out on the bed, reaching out across the short distance between them. The question hooks deep inside Yoongi, and his heartbeat quickens, chest growing tight at the obvious implications in it--because there's nothing simple about what he's being asked. Except that for Jungkook, it really is simple. He sounds so sure of himself, so aware, and all he wants is for Yoongi to be there. All he wants is Yoongi. Even his body gives him away, the curious way his ears quiver at his touch, the way his eyes close in pleasure, the way he instinctively pushes to meet his hand, as though he's chasing more. "I can stay," Yoongi finds himself murmuring, his touch shifting up to the base of one of Jungkook's ears, scratching at the fur ever so lightly as it dawns on him exactly what they'll be doing.
Whatever anticipation or hesitation (or both) he feels then, however, is nothing compared to the responsibility now sitting steady on his shoulders. Jungkook is placing all his trust in Yoongi to take care of him, and taking care of his baby is second nature. He's never taken care of Jungkook like this, in such explicit terms, but Yoongi would do anything for him. And with Jungkook in such distress, looking at him like that with those pretty eyes, pleading with him, how can Yoongi even think of saying no? His other hand runs across the sheets to graze the boy's hipbone, resting almost tentatively against him. The simple touch alone is more daring than anything they've attempted before--affections brief and sweet between them--and the hot press of Jungkook's skin has something else clenching inside of Yoongi. "Do you want me to help you with the toys? Or--instead of the toys?"
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this is different, and that's the best way that jungkook can even think of to describe it, the best way that his mind can go about processing it when there are still so many things fighting for a place in his mind, in the way that he's feeling. the better thing, the best thing to do would be to let it go, not to worry about it so much, not to worry about things like whether or not it's okay, whether yoongi will be upset with him, all the thoughts that may have crowded their way to the surface and overshadowed everything else if he weren't already slipping more and more out of reality, out of coherency with every passing second. for now, it's easy enough to let his focus slip and zone in on other things, like the way that yoongi's fingers feel scratching against the base of his ear, the way that something so simple is enough to pull a shiver down his spine, to have his ear twitching slightly, to have him still trying to press up into it without even the slightest bit of hesitation.
jungkook just wants to be close to yoongi. that's what he knows more than anything else, the most important thing, even moreso now that the older man has confirmed that he can stay with him, that he will, now that his hand has found its way across the sheets and settled on his hipbone instead. it's another small touch that shivers its way across jungkook's skin, that has him arching up slightly and trying to move closer to yoongi all at the same time, powerless and open, comfortable enough with yoongi that the thought of trying to hold anything back, of not acting on instinct and impulse doesn't even cross his mind. it just feels good, and jungkook just wants more of what feels good, like maybe that will scratch the itch still steadily growing inside him. those big eyes are still trained on yoongi even as he asks those questions, and jungkook has to take just a moment to process before answering them, trying to wrap the words around what he means as much as possible, so that maybe it will be clear enough. "yoongi .. not toys. just yoongi." jungkook pauses for just a moment then, eyes still locked on yoongi's expression, question slipping from his lips before he loses all of his coherency, before even the slight hint of self-awareness he has slips away from him completely. "is it okay?"
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It's also incredibly adorable. Yoongi holds the other's gaze, something fond softening his expression as he continues the light touches. "Of course it's okay," he says honestly, voice calm amidst the mild anxiety still tossing around in the pit of his stomach. Yoongi would have agreed to whatever it is Jungkook wanted, no questions asked, and the fact that Jungkook is worried in any way about his own comfort gives him that much more resolve. He's going to be there from now on, in all ways he can be, for his bunny. He's made that promise, and he's going to do right by it. The only thing that matters to him is the distress lingering in the corners of Jungkook's big eyes, doing whatever he can to push that far, far away as quickly as possible. He's not going to give Jungkook a single reason why that wouldn't be okay.
"I'll take care of you, baby." His hand moves to rub slow circles across the boy's abdomen, simply feeling the smooth skin. He knows the movement is too subtle to be of much use, just like he knows that if he tried to kiss Jungkook right now, tried to ease him into this the way that humans are so familiar with, that none of it would be appreciated. There's no such thing as foreplay as far as Jungkook is concerned. What he needs is direct relief. The only thing that keeps Yoongi from slipping too far in the strange newness of this situation is the fact that this is all that much newer to Jungkook, this still-innocent bun who has absolutely no concept of sex besides the touch of his own hand and cool, artificial toys. Nothing compared to the musician's fingers, slender and warm as they drag lower down the boy's body, gently prying apart the thighs still rubbing together. A moment later and they're stroking the length of Jungkook's cock instead, feeling just how painfully hard the younger is, how wet he is, how hot he is. It burns straight through his fingertips, shooting right up to the sudden tightness in his throat.
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it's something about yoongi. jungkook knows that, knows it deep down in the back of his mind and then some, knows it even if he doesn't realize that he knows it yet. it's like there's something in simply having the older man here with him, something in the soft, gentle touches that are already sending his nerves into overdrive, too much and nowhere near enough all at the same time. jungkook knows what kinds of things feel good. he's gotten his fair share of practice, but every bit of it has been self administered, whether it's his own hand or using the toys that yoongi bought for him, figuring out what to do and how to do it in order to at least take some of the edge off. jungkook doesn't know what it feels like to have someone else touching him, not like this. he certainly isn't used to the warmth of yoongi's fingers, the way that even the slow circles he's rubbing into his skin make him writhe and press up against them, how it's sending all kinds of signals through every single inch of his body.
jungkook can't really ask for what he wants, because he isn't even quite sure himself yet what it is that he wants, what he can ask for, what yoongi will do to help him. he just knows that yoongi will help him, will take care of him, puts his trust in him wholeheartedly just like he does every other time, every other moment of every day without even thinking about it, without even a split second of hesitation. jungkook just lets yoongi, lets him trail his touches lower, lets him nudge his thighs apart, lets him touch him in all the ways he needs so badly without even knowing it. jungkook is responsive from the first second, head tossed back, ears twitching, body trembling slightly with the weight of the unfamiliar kind of sensation. it feels good, feels so good that jungkook is already whimpering, whining softly, canting his hips up on instinct to try and get more of it. his body knows what it wants, what it needs, from the way that his cock is so achingly hard and throbbing between yoongi's fingers already to the way he can't keep from arching and shifting around like he wants to be that much closer, breathing more harshly than before even though yoongi's barely done anything at all.
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Even then, Yoongi hadn't touched him. Not like this--not directly. The heat of him is stunning, Yoongi watching on in a sort of curious fascination as the barest movement of his fingers creates such large ripple effects. It's as though he's watching a whole other side of Jungkook, some raw, intense part of him, snap instantly to life. Everything in the boy seems to happen on pure instinct, from the fluttering of his ears to the way his hips desperately pitch forward, already bucking up into a non-existent fist, whining softly throughout it all. It's the sort of reaction he's used to getting from people after he's already worked them over for some time, not right at the beginning, and knowing he's already making Jungkook feel so much from so little has him shifting closer on the bed, matching the other's insistence, his need for more. Yoongi's heart can't stop pounding in his ears.
"You're doing so good, Kook," he praises, voice little more than a murmur as he tightens around Jungkook, giving him the friction he was helplessly seeking out earlier. His cock throbs in his fingers, stirring further at the attention and spilling even more precum, making a small mess of the boy's stomach. Yoongi can't help but stare at him as he thumbs along Jungkook's slit, slicking up the pads of his fingers so he can jerk him off smooth and quick and easy--the same one he taught the boy to do all that time ago. Jungkook simply looks gorgeous like this, even in the throes of his own frustration, or perhaps because of it in the first place. It's easier to focus on the boy's flushed expression, the pretty way his muscles shift and tense than to think too much about what he's doing. Because the truth of the matter is that Yoongi isn't giving him any space to relax. He's quietly set a relentless pace, aimed at only one objective. Even the firm hand at the boy's hip, steadying his wriggling, is so that there won't be any interruptions.
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