It's a small white lie, for Jungkook's sake more than anything else, because the truth of the matter is that Yoongi wouldn't be able to get any sleep, even a room over. It's difficult to manage when Jungkook's exhausted himself enough to manage some hours of rest at night before he's back at it, but trying to get any sleep now, right at the start...it would be pointless. The sounds alone would keep him up. Their bedroom walls hardly muffle Jungkook's cries and screams, but Yoongi would endure it just like the younger boy has to endure it. His own comfort is far down the list of priorities, always second to Jungkook's, and Yoongi already has half a mind to go ahead and get the box from the closet, if it weren't for the sudden grasp to his wrist. Jungkook's firm hold surprises him, but the firmer words are what really grab Yoongi's attention.
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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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?"