The quicker Yoongi can ease whatever it is that's wrong, the quicker they can get back to a good night's sleep, Jungkook's warm body pressed snug against him like a drug to the older man. He used to get a little exasperated at times when Jungkook was still a baby, refusing to properly go to bed if he wasn't there right beside him. The small bun simply wouldn't close his eyes and relax until Yoongi made a whole show of lying down next to him, slipping the blanket underneath his chin, opening his arms for last-minute cuddles. Yoongi didn't realize until much later, however, just how addicted he was to their bedtime routine. Now it just feels wrong whenever he has to travel for work, sleep in unfamiliar, empty hotel beds that don't smell like Jungkook, that don't snuggle like Jungkook, that don't breathe deeply in that cute little way that Jungkook does. Simply put, Yoongi doesn't know how to get any sort of decent rest if the other is awake and preoccupied. Knowing Jungkook is having a hard time makes it that much worse, Yoongi trying his best to read the younger boy's body language in the still-dim bedroom. But all he can pick up on is...tension. It radiates off of Jungkook in a peculiar way that makes Yoongi's brows furrow, something nagging at his stomach.
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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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?"