it's not something that jungkook can ever really predict. he never knows when it's coming, not even after years of experiencing it, and it certainly doesn't help that he doesn't seem to operate on any kind of "regular" schedule. still, he's managed. they've survived each and every single one of jungkook's heats before now, even if they're unpleasant, largely consisting of jungkook whining, sweating and rolling around on their bed, mindless with a burning desire for something that he can never seem to satisfy. it doesn't matter how many times he tries, doesn't matter how long he spends with fingers wrapped around himself, how much of a mess he makes just on his own, how many toys he uses or how sometimes he's left whining and crying out so much that his voice is hoarse by the end of it. the saving grace seems to be that such an intense heat means they only last a few days at a time, that by the end of it he's exhausted but back to his usual self after a day of rest and a shower, no worse for wear, as if nothing even happened in the first place. jungkook doesn't question it - it's just a thing that happens to him. it's normal, yoongi's assured him of that much. and during the stretches in between, it almost seems as if jungkook forgets about them completely.

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.