It always seems to happen like this, ever since Jungkook hit maturity a couple years or so ago. The heats come without warning, without consistency, pummeling Jungkook with a desperation that fills every corner of his body and every inch of their apartment up with need. Even Yoongi, about as average and human as one could possibly be, can't ignore the thick scent that clings to the younger boy during these times, or the hot heaviness in the air of their bedroom after Jungkook's been suffering inside for days. Yoongi hates having Jungkook isolated in this way--but the alternatives were just never appropriate. Jungkook would have never been comfortable with another hybrid hired to meet his needs, and Yoongi helping the boy himself was always out of the question, despite Seokjin's calm insistence. It had never sat well with him, back when he convinced himself that his feelings toward Jungkook were simply those of a caretaker. Besides, Jungkook usually struggles to articulate his needs. He doesn't fully comprehend the changes that happen inside his body while in heat, not in the way that Yoongi does, and perhaps there's a part of him that wants Jungkook to stay innocent, to keep using his own hand when he's at his most vulnerable--as though somehow that will protect him more.

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?"