fridays have quickly come to be jungkook's favorite day of the week, and it's exactly because of things like this. they've settled into an easy schedule, a rhythm, and jungkook is so used to it now, expects it, doesn't even think twice about it anymore. it just makes sense. it's just a given that he'll spend the weekend over at yoongi's place, a given that this is the time for them to play, that this is what the long week of work leads up to. nothing ever really feels too much better than this, this feeling of contented exhaustion, and knowing that there are still two full days to spend with the older man stretched out in front of them. jungkook would be lying if he said that he didn't look forward to it, that he didn't love it, that he didn't count down the days sometimes, especially when it gets close to exams or deadlines and he's feeling particularly stressed.
it's funny how the aftermath can still sometimes leave jungkook feeling even more vulnerable, more exposed than their playtime itself. funny how he can still get shy like this from time to time, though it's become easier over time, easier to fall into this, to telling himself that there's no reason to feel embarrassed, to feel ridiculous for the way that yoongi takes care of him. for the way that he wants yoongi to take care of him. that's what it all comes down to in the end, simple, and for now a combination of the long week's work coming to an end and the sheer intensity of everything that just happened has him too tired to even think about overthinking it. it's too tempting, too easy to just keep falling into it instead, his eyes fluttering closed with the way that yoongi combs and massages through his hair, still soothing him. so much affection in the way that he touches him, praises him. jungkook just wants to keep soaking it up, to hold onto it, nodding slightly in response to the question and giving a small hum of approval. "mhm. that sounds really good, daddy .. thank you." he can't help thanking him again, it just rolls off of his tongue now, natural, genuine appreciation for everything that yoongi does as he pulls back, tilts his head just enough so that he can look up at yoongi with a small smile on his lips.
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it's funny how the aftermath can still sometimes leave jungkook feeling even more vulnerable, more exposed than their playtime itself. funny how he can still get shy like this from time to time, though it's become easier over time, easier to fall into this, to telling himself that there's no reason to feel embarrassed, to feel ridiculous for the way that yoongi takes care of him. for the way that he wants yoongi to take care of him. that's what it all comes down to in the end, simple, and for now a combination of the long week's work coming to an end and the sheer intensity of everything that just happened has him too tired to even think about overthinking it. it's too tempting, too easy to just keep falling into it instead, his eyes fluttering closed with the way that yoongi combs and massages through his hair, still soothing him. so much affection in the way that he touches him, praises him. jungkook just wants to keep soaking it up, to hold onto it, nodding slightly in response to the question and giving a small hum of approval. "mhm. that sounds really good, daddy .. thank you." he can't help thanking him again, it just rolls off of his tongue now, natural, genuine appreciation for everything that yoongi does as he pulls back, tilts his head just enough so that he can look up at yoongi with a small smile on his lips.