it's hard, more than a little bit of a challenge to navigate all of this right about now. because there's a part of jungkook that's still very much half asleep, all groggy and hazy with the remnants of the pleasant slumber he was in just a couple of hours ago, in the comfortable, safe, secure warmth that came with being close to yoongi, sleeping close to him, everything about yoongi for as long as jungkook can remember and even moreso now. it makes it harder to muddle through the confusion to get to much of anything else, and even though jungkook is older now, there are still times where, for the bunny, things are just simple. and right now, right at this very moment, is definitely one of those times.
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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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."