[yoongi/jungkook] ; little star

[starrystarrynight]

"Okay, Kook--left foot first. That’s right, now the other…”

Yoongi slips the bright blue sock on the small foot in his lap, watching the little one’s toes wriggling about in clear excitement. He manages to secure the sock in place despite the restlessness, weeks of practice and painstaking routine now firmly under his belt. Next come the shirts--really, only five acceptable options as far as Jungkook is concerned--and today, just like every day, Yoongi splays them out on the ground for him to pick. Nevermind that there’s several nice outfits in the drawer, including a really cute matching set Jimin gifted them when Jungkook turned a month old. The bunny simply took a couple sniffs of the new clothing before ignoring its existence altogether, fighting against Yoongi’s attempts to have him wear it whenever Jimin came by for a visit. Well, fighting in the way of unhappy little squeals and scrambling to hide under his bed, curled in a stubborn little ball.

He doesn’t like change, Yoongi sighed by way of apology.

He doesn’t like clothes that weren’t bought by you, Jimin had laughed.

Both are probably true. Then again, it hadn’t always been that way.

Yoongi remembers when dressing Jungkook used to be wonderfully simple. When he could fit inside the palm of his hand, a bit of fluff nestled in his curled fingers. He was such a tiny thing, so small Yoongi could feel the thump of his heartbeat with his pinky, and the pad of his thumb was the only brush needed to smooth down his soft white ears. Yoongi had fallen hopelessly, immediately for the adorable creature. The moment those big brown eyes locked onto his, he may as well have owned Yoongi, signed off instantly on his paperwork instead of the other way around.

It’s amazing what even a couple months can do, Yoongi muses, as he glances over the toddler-sized T-shirts. Everyone had told him as much, but it still takes him aback, just how quickly Jungkook is growing. It was one thing having Jungkook in a playpen in his apartment at first, his body too small and frail to truly explore his environment, but now it’s as if every day there’s a new mission, a new adventure to take on. Climb up the kitchen table and check out those weird plastic bags. Nibble on all the electrical cords in the living room. Pull Yoongi’s sweatshirts from the closet hangers and make a giant nest. He’s active, unabashed, so curious about everything, and Yoongi learned the hard way (after some partially-chewed on slippers) to bunny-proof the place. He knows it’s only temporary though, given the way Jungkook’s hybrid nature means rapid maturity--because he’s getting smarter, too. Seeing more. Learning more. And, for the most part, listening to Yoongi more.

“Kook-ah,” Yoongi calls to get his attention back, picking up the wriggling child so he can plop all of him down in his lap instead. Jungkook always settles better when he’s held, and even though there’s those nagging voices in his head (usually Jimin’s) telling him he’s only spoiling the bunny, Yoongi can’t just ignore his own instincts either. Just wants to take care of his baby. Wants to take care of Jungkook like this while he still can.

"What shirt do you want to wear to the store today?"

Comments

[toughkookie]

it doesn't let up. not even when jungkook's orgasm crashes through him, the pleasure stretching out for what feels like an eternity, what seems like far too much, so much more than what his body can handle. it's still just as intense, every single rock of yoongi's hips up into him, the tight grip around his waist, the way he's groaning and jungkook is still so mindless, still letting out choked cries and sobs of pleasure with every one, still shaking and yet doing his best to hold onto yoongi as best as he can. to keep him right here, keep him close, every part of him still holding on so tight, entirely unwilling to give it up yet. and it's good. it's so good, because yoongi knows. he just knows and he keeps giving it to jungkook, keeps giving it to him even when it's borderline too much because he knows that it still isn't enough, isn't enough, until yoongi is cracking and losing himself, until he's coming hard and deep inside jungkook's body and somehow, jungkook feels like he could cry all over again, it's so good. it's exactly what he wanted, exactly what his body's been craving for, so animalistic, instinctual that he couldn't begin to describe it even if he wanted to try. but he doesn't have to. yoongi knows, and just like that, jungkook feels like he can breathe again.

he can't help it, can't do much of anything about the way that he goes slack against yoongi then, slumping against him, head resting near his shoulder. there are still trembles and shakes running through his body, he's still breathing harshly, covered in sweat and all kinds of a mess. but for now, at least, that clawing desperation in his stomach has settled, quieted into nothing. for now, at least, his heat is breaking, and it's a kind of relief that indescribable. it's something that jungkook has never felt before, not without days of torture beforehand, and never with this kind of satisfaction. he can't put it into words, not even if he wanted to. all he can manage is an affectionate nuzzle against yoongi's skin, a few pleased sounds bubbling up from his throat, his own way of expressing his love, his gratitude while he comes down from it, refusing to even start to pull himself away from yoongi at all.