it's true that jungkook likely wouldn't be like this if he were fully awake, aware of everything that was going on. it's a kind of vulnerable that doesn't come naturally, that doesn't come easy. the kind of thing that he hasn't allowed himself to be with yoongi just yet, not like this, not like the way that he is right now, all mindless with desire, with how much he wants, with how something deep inside of him knows that it's only yoongi who can make this all better for him. yoongi is the only one that he wants to make it better, wants to put himself right in yoongi's hands and let him do the rest. let yoongi take care of him, because nothing else in the world sounds better right now. nothing sounds better than the soft reassurances he gets as yoongi undresses him, undresses both of them, the way that he moves them and jungkook just goes, effortless, wants to do whatever will help, whatever yoongi wants. yoongi knows how to take care of him, just how to make it better.

even so, it's too much and not enough all at the same time. being pressed so close to yoongi, to every inch of him, all bare skin and relentless heat. there's no more waiting, yoongi just takes care of him, and jungkook can't help the choked sort of groan that comes with the feeling of his fingers slipping inside, so good after so long, after craving this, aching for this. so good and yet his body is still pushing for more, makes it impossible not to try and rock back against yoongi's fingers, mindlessly nodding with yoongi's words, his reassurances. "just - just need you," is what he manages back, voice shaky, like there's a hint of his conscious mind that feels the need to explain itself trying to rise to the surface.