it's just another thing about their relationship that might make it questionable from the outside looking in, blur the boundaries, the kind of thing that jungkook, before he was in the middle of it, wouldn't have expected from this kind of relationship. the part where yoongi lets him sleep next to him in his big, expensive bed, on his comfortable, clean white sheets. the part where jungkook always drifts off close to him, warm and safe, intimate. where they cuddle without any regard to whether or not it's too much, how yoongi will do things like stroke his hair or rub his shoulder, telling him how good he is, all kinds of praises that settle over jungkook and into his skin, that sink even deeper than the satisfaction that comes with rest and a warm blanket. jungkook drifts off like that and then wakes up right where they left off, loves sinking into the lazy, easy weekends that yoongi always seems to enjoy just as much. sometimes it feels like they're a world away from reality, like there's no real sense of time or any other responsibilities. and, honestly, jungkook absolutely fucking loves it.
that's why it doesn't matter if it's a little bit questionable. jungkook knows that yoongi isn't his boyfriend, but that won't stop him from being like this, from showing his daddy all of the affection that swells up inside of him, from loving him just the same. it's important, all a part of that same bond that ensures that he feels so safe, secure with the older man, that lets him give himself up so completely. jungkook blinks a few times after yoongi pulls back from the comforting strokes, coaxing himself to wake up that little bit more even as he sleepily watches yoongi pull pajamas on, watches him take down the towel and offer it to him. jungkook doesn't have to be told twice, simply steadying himself against the side of the tub to help pull himself out, movements lazy but a little less shaky, a little more steady than he was getting inside. he's dripping some water onto the floor and he knows it whenever he gets out, whenever he makes his way over to yoongi and into the warm, fluffy towel that he's offering, only shivering slightly from the way that the cool air hits him. he's comfortable, satisfied with letting yoongi take care of him, practiced enough to move when he needs to, the ways that he needs to to make it easier for the older man, giving him a soft, sleepy smile whenever their eyes meet.
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that's why it doesn't matter if it's a little bit questionable. jungkook knows that yoongi isn't his boyfriend, but that won't stop him from being like this, from showing his daddy all of the affection that swells up inside of him, from loving him just the same. it's important, all a part of that same bond that ensures that he feels so safe, secure with the older man, that lets him give himself up so completely. jungkook blinks a few times after yoongi pulls back from the comforting strokes, coaxing himself to wake up that little bit more even as he sleepily watches yoongi pull pajamas on, watches him take down the towel and offer it to him. jungkook doesn't have to be told twice, simply steadying himself against the side of the tub to help pull himself out, movements lazy but a little less shaky, a little more steady than he was getting inside. he's dripping some water onto the floor and he knows it whenever he gets out, whenever he makes his way over to yoongi and into the warm, fluffy towel that he's offering, only shivering slightly from the way that the cool air hits him. he's comfortable, satisfied with letting yoongi take care of him, practiced enough to move when he needs to, the ways that he needs to to make it easier for the older man, giving him a soft, sleepy smile whenever their eyes meet.