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Standing in front of the border to Night Forest, Jungkook can see why people fear it. The trees are tall and monstrous, their canopies thick and throwing dark shadows. The forest itself seems to pulsate a dark aura, making unease and excitement settle in Jungkook’s tummy.
Jungkook has always been the odd bunny out. While other kits screamed and shivered when the elders told horror stories around the campfire, Jungkook would listen with eager ears and eyes wide with wonder.
Other bunnies liked to stay together, safe in their territory, but Jungkook wasn’t afraid to venture out and meet predators. It was especially fun if they indulged Jungkook in a round of chase, intentionally or not. The activity making adrenaline pump through his system and light his nerves on fire.
Even when his parents discouraged him, told him to be more careful, to not associate with predators, Jungkook couldn’t help not following their advice.
But even playing with predators got boring, predictable even. So Jungkook set his sights on something far more dangerous than he’s ever tried before. He’s an adventurous bunny after all.
Night Forest is a thing of horror tales, a tactic used to scare unruly kits into obeying. Ruthless monsters live in this forest—vampires, werewolves, ghosts—anything a little bun would be afraid of. And if you weren’t a good bun, the monsters would come get you and drag you screaming into the forest of endless night.
No one escaped the Night Forest, Jungkook was told numerous times. He was warned to be careful not to wander too close, definitely not to step foot in it. He asked once how do they know the stories are true if nobody has left the forest alive to tell the tale. Needless to say, the elders weren’t happy with that comment.
Jungkook takes a deep breath, a little shiver of anticipation for the coming adventure running through him, and steps forward.
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The sweltering heat in the forest makes no sense. The trees are tall and even in the day time it’s dim. So it should be cold to Jungkook walking on the forest floor. But he finds himself sweating, his clothes sticking to his skin.
Jungkook had been trudging along the path for several hours and had not seen any creature, mythical or otherwise, when the heat got the best of him and he decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. But the trouble found him. He tried retracing his steps—he followed the only possible path so it couldn’t have been difficult to get back to the border, right?
As it turned out, it was near impossible. On and on Jungkook walked but it seemed that he was only getting deeper in the woods instead of getting out of them.
So here he is now, bunny ears drooping and a pout on his face as he trudges through the unfamiliar forest in the sweltering heat. Sweat sticks his shirt to his chest, and Jungkook feels gross.
Salvation comes to Jungkook in the form of a cavern lake. Somehow he manages to stumble his way to a yawning opening of a large cave, water shimmering right inside.
The cavern is huge, Jungkook can’t even see the back of it. Purple and blue crystals are dotted in clusters on the ceiling and random rocks sticking out of the water. The glow of them makes lights dance across the surface.
Heedless of any danger, just wanting to escape the blistering heat, Jungkook drops his bag on the tiny strip of sandy shore and rushes towards the water. Clothes and all, he dives in.
The water is cool and immediately soothing to his overheated body. Jungkook groans in relief. He just floats for a bit, not even trying to swim, too tired from the long trek.
He stares at the crystals above and wonders how he’ll get himself out of this pickle. Getting lost is nothing new to Jungkook, but getting lost in a forest that doesn’t want to let him leave? Now that’s a novelty.
It’s even more disappointing that he hasn’t met anyone. Neither hide nor tail of any other creature. Clearly all the stories are just that—fiction.
As Jungkook ponders so, his bunny ears, carefully kept out of water, perk up at the sound of a splash in the otherwise quiet cavern. Jungkook treads the water, looking around curiously, but sees nothing.
He twists and turns in the water, hearing random splashes and seeing a ripple or two. Still, no other person or monster rises out of the depths.
Adrenaline spikes in Jungkook’s blood and his heart starts galloping.
Heart is his throat, Jungkook starts swimming for the shore. Even if he did very much want to meet someone, he’s not too fond of that someone drowning him before he gets a chance to introduce himself.
Jungkook doesn’t make it far. Something smooth and strong wraps around his ankle and he’s roughly tugged under the water.
Jungkook gasps his last breath of air and struggles with all his might. And there’s quite a bit of it—he’s the strongest from his herd. But the more Jungkook struggles, the deeper he gets pulled, the more of those things wrap around his body.
And then Jungkook is met with a pair of glowing eyes. They’re cat-like in shape, the pupil vertical, and the color of amber. The eyes narrow at him and track over his features. Jungkook himself can’t see much more of the creature in the inky depths.
Bubbles slip past Jungkook’s lips as he struggles to breathe. The creature’s eyes go wide then, and Jungkook finds himself being pulled up.
They break the surface, and Jungkook gulps in great lungfuls of air. His chest is burning, and he coughs a few times. Panicky, he grabs onto the closest thing, not wanting to get dragged underwater again.
“S–sorry,” Jungkook whispers hoarsely when he realizes he’s holding onto the creature’s shoulders. Even so, he doesn’t let go.
A barely audible laugh escapes the creature, his cat eyes turning into crescents. “I nearly drowned you and you’re apologizing,” he chuckles.
Jungkook gulps, his throat sore, and a blush spreads over his cheeks.
The creature is beautiful, he suddenly realizes. His features are soft, cheeks round, dark hair wet and plastered to his forehead. He’s only holding Jungkook by the waist now, and Jungkook can feel how big and warm his hands are.
“Get to shore, bunny,” the creature says, pushing Jungkook away. “The water’s not safe.”
Jungkook panics for a second, floating on his own once again, but then his bunny paws reach the bottom of the lake. They’re closer to shore than Jungkook realized.
Jungkook stumbles a few steps back, eyes on the creature that still lurks in the water. He drops down on his ass, fingers digging into the sand beneath him.
“What–what are you?” he manages to ask the creature, his curiosity far outweighing his fear.
And isn’t this what Jungkook wanted? Why he stepped foot in a cursed forest? He can’t let the chance slide.
The creature cocks his head to the side. “You’re not running away,” he notes. “I tried to drown you.” He reminds as if Jungkook has forgotten that tidbit so quickly.
“But you didn’t,” Jungkook counters. And maybe that’s a flimsy thing to count on, but Jungkook doesn’t think the creature actually wanted to kill him.
“I didn’t,” he agrees with a smile.
He swims closer, though it looks more graceful than swimming, more like he’s gliding through the water, easy as anything. Jungkook’s mouth drops open and his eyes get even bigger when the creature comes onto the shore.
His milky white skin blends into complete black where his human torso ends and a skirt of tentacles begins. The appendages seem to move with their own rhythm, writhing and curling as they carry the creature closer to Jungkook.
“Whoa,” leaves Jungkook’s mouth without much input from his brain. He wants to reach out and touch, see if the tentacles are as smooth as they felt in the water, because Jungkook has no doubt that the creature used them to hold him.
“You’re still not running,” the creature near whispers, awe in his voice.
Jungkook lifts his head and meets his amber eyes. A shiver runs through him. The creature is still a predator, even if Jungkook thinks he won’t eat him, so the fear response is only natural. But Jungkook’s fascination keeps him in place, the instinct to run overridden.
“Should I be running?” he wonders. Probably, he answers his own question. He probably shouldn’t have even gotten close to the border of the forest.
The creature slithers closer, eyes never leaving Jungkook’s form. “What is a sweet little bunny doing in a forest made for monsters?” he asks, once again avoiding Jungkook’s question.
Jungkook frowns. “I’m not little,” he protests immediately. He’s tall and muscular, very unlike all the other bunnies in his herd, and he’s proud of it.
The creature laughs his silent laugh. “Not little,” he concedes. “Still sweet, I bet,” he winks at Jungkook, making him flush.
Jungkook automatically presses his legs together, the shot of arousal only half-expected from his previous encounters with predators. The creature’s eyes dart down at the movement.
“I’m Jungkook,” he introduces himself, hoping to distract the creature and maybe get a name in return.
“Jungkook,” the creature tries the name out and it sounds lovely in his raspy voice. “I’m Yoongi,” he says and slithers even closer to Jungkook, the tips of the tentacles now tentatively brushing Jungkook’s ankle, where his skin gives way to fur that covers his paws. “But you can call me hyung.”
“Okay,” Jungkook agrees absentmindedly, watching one tentacle twist around his ankle, the one that got grabbed in the water. But this time the touch is gentle, the caress almost feels apologetic.
Just as Jungkook thought, the tentacles are smooth but also slimy out of water.
“Did you get lost, Jungkook-ah?” Yoongi asks. He’s close enough to touch now, and his fingers very carefully brush Jungkook’s wet hair off his forehead. There’s a bracelet on his wrist, a simple black leather strap with a purple marble attached to it. The hum of strong magic coming from it distracts Jungkook for a second.
“I, uh,” Jungkook stammers. He did walk into the forest on his own volition, but he’s very much lost now. “Yeah, I did.”
Yoongi coos at him, the sound slightly mocking. His finger runs down Jungkook’s cheek and over his pouty bottom lip. “Poor bun,” he says. “All alone in a big scary forest with big scary monsters.”
The tentacle on Jungkook’s ankle slithers up his calf unimpeded as Jungkook is wearing shorts. The foreign sensation of slimy little suckers sticking to his skin makes Jungkook shiver. It’s not an unwelcome feeling, though.
“You’re not big,” Jungkook tells Yoongi with a smile. Sure, Yoongi’s shoulders are broad and his chest toned, but Jungkook would definitely be taller than him if they stood up. The thought makes him giggle. “And you’re not scary,” he adds, feeling brave.
Yoongi quirks up an eyebrow, a corner of his mouth twisting into an amused smirk. “Not scary, huh?” he challenges.
Jungkook can only yelp when suddenly his back hits the ground. Yoongi is on him in a second, his tentacles wrapped around Jungkook’s arms and legs, easily holding him down.
Jungkook’s heart starts racing again, his breath coming in pants. There’s adrenaline rushing through him, but he’s not too scared even if Yoongi is staring at him like he wants to eat him.
“A brave bunny, hmm?” Yoongi mumbles and licks his lips, cat-like eyes shifting down to Jungkook’s mouth.
It’s embarrassing how quickly Jungkook chubs up in his shorts and how easily slick starts to trickle out of his hole. He can smell the air start to sweeten with his scent but he can’t help it—Yoongi on top of him, holding him down, is more than enough for Jungkook’s constantly horny bunny instincts.
Yoongi sniffs the air and chuckles. “You’re definitely not scared. I should work on that, wouldn’t want to lose my edge.”
“Hyung,” Jungkook mumbles, his hips lifting on their own. He flexes his muscles, but the tentacles are holding strong and there’s not much Jungkook can do about it. It’s exhilarating. More slick leaks out of his hole.
Yoongi’s pupils blow out so quickly, Jungkook near gasps at the sight of it. His eyes are nearly all black now as he inspects Jungkook below him. He lifts his hands and pushes Jungkook’s hair back, runs over the wet fur of his ears, making Jungkook shiver and whine.
Yoongi leans down low, palms on Jungkook’s cheeks. He brushes their lips together in the barest of touches, and Jungkook surges forward, capturing his lips.
Jungkook gets a few second’s advantage, delving into Yoongi’s mouth and exploring the softness and heat of it, but then his head is pushed back against the ground and Yoongi growls. They’re both breathing heavily, just staring at each other.
Jungkook licks his lips, ready to beg for more if that’s what Yoongi wants. His eyes get big and frantic, though, when Yoongi and his tentacles start retreating.
“No, hyung, please. I’ll be good for you, please,” Jungkook pleads for some reason more afraid of Yoongi leaving him wanting than he was of Yoongi maybe wanting to eat him.
“Shh,” Yoongi shushes him. “Hyung will take care of you, Jungkook-ah.”
The tentacles work quickly to rid Jungkook of his wet clothes. Suddenly naked, Jungkook gets shy, squeezing his legs together and turning his head away, not meeting Yoongi’s gaze.
“Tsk,” Yoongi tuts at him. “How do you expect hyung to help if you won’t let him look?”
Jungkook feels the tentacles slither over his paws and then his calves, covering them completely. They pull, and Jungkook is forced to open his legs, hard cock and slick wet ass all on display for Yoongi to see.
Embarrassment burns bright through Jungkook. He knows he’s blushing from the tips of his human ears right down to his chest. He squirms and whines, and goes to cover himself with his hands, but those are too grabbed by the tentacles and pushed to either side of his head.
He’s completely spread out for Yoongi, naked and panting. Arousal is a heavy ache in Jungkook’s tummy and he swallows heavily, needing more. “Please, Yoongi-hyung,” he whispers.
Yoongi hums. His fingers ghost down Jungkook’s muscular thighs, making him twitch and his hips buck. “So eager,” Yoongi chuckles lowly.
He dips down, fingers digging into the meat of Jungkook’s thighs, and bites Jungkook’s bottom lip. Jungkook opens his mouth willingly and moans when Yoongi slips his tongue in without preamble.
Yoongi’s hands travel up, over Jungkook’s hips, his abs, his chest. Jungkook shudders and whimpers when Yoongi rubs his thumbs over his sensitive nipples.
Too soon, Yoongi pulls away from Jungkook’s mouth. His dark eyes look hungry.
A tentacle makes its way up Jungkook’s side and over his throat, leaving a wet sticky trail. Yoongi’s eyes narrow as he watches his tentacle rub over Jungkook’s lips.
Jungkook opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, kitten licking the tip. He near grins when that makes Yoongi shudder, his eyes closing for a second. But the grin never forms as the tentacle is shoved into Jungkook’s mouth, accompanied by a groan from Yoongi and a surprised muffled gasp from Jungkook.
Yoongi watches attentively as Jungkook slurps and sucks on the tentacle, the suckers sticking to his tongue. The taste of Yoongi’s slick is much different than Jungkook’s own. It’s more bitter but not overwhelmingly so, with an addicting tang that makes Jungkook wish he could have it in his mouth all the time.
The tentacle slithers deeper, pressing Jungkook’s tongue down, tickling the back of his throat. Jungkook gags and his eyes start to water, and the tentacle slides back. But that’s not what Jungkook wants. So he whines desperately and chases for it.
“Fuck,” Yoongi mutters, his own mouth hanging open.
But he allows Jungkook what he wants and pushes his tentacle back down Jungkook’s throat. He starts fucking his mouth with it, gentle at first but getting bolder and more aggressive when Jungkook gasps out a more once he’s allowed to breathe.
Yoongi’s tentacle feels heavy and delicious in his mouth, and Jungkook relishes the feeling. He whines when Yoongi eases up but then Yoongi’s big palm wraps around Jungkook’s dick, and he chokes on a moan.
After not being touched at all, it doesn’t take long for Jungkook’s orgasm to build. Yoongi strokes him tight and fast, thumb rubbing against the cockhead every now and again. The tentacle is back to fucking Jungkook’s mouth, its rhythm matching the one set by Yoongi’s hand.
Jungkook tries to warn Yoongi, but he can barely move and his mouth is full, so he only groans and gurgles as the orgasm washes over him, leaving him all tingly in its wake.
“That’s a good bunny,” Yoongi rasps. Jungkook has his eyes closed so he doesn’t see his expression but hopes Yoongi had a nice show.
The tentacle leaves Jungkook’s mouth, letting him breathe easier. It strokes over his cheeks, wet from tears and too hot from the blush. Yoongi’s hand is still wrapped around Jungkook’s cock but it’s just resting there, holding him gently as Jungkook softens.
Jungkook peeks his tongue out to wet his lips and then opens his eyes to look at Yoongi.
The heat has dried his hair, now fluffy and soft looking. His eyes are still very much dark with lust and his creamy skin is now a pale shade of pink. He’s so pretty, and Jungkook wants to touch him.
“Hyung,” Jungkook murmurs, still slightly breathless. He tries to move his arms, and the tentacles release their hold even if they stay wrapped around him.
Jungkook sits up, slow in his movements as he glides his hands over Yoongi’s broad shoulders and down his chest. He tilts his head up, and Yoongi grants him a kiss.
It’s way softer and gentler than Jungkook expects but not less nice. Jungkook places a couple kisses on Yoongi’s neck, traces his hands to the skirt of the tentacles and brushes over a few of them. Yoongi’s pulse jumps under Jungkook’s lips.
“Wanna make hyung feel good too,” Jungkook whispers into Yoongi’s soft skin. He pulls away and gives Yoongi his best puppy eyes.
Yoongi’s chuckle is silent. “You don’t have to try that hard, bun,” he says, caressing Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook turns his head to nuzzle into Yoongi’s palm. “Hyung is plenty good just playing with you.”
That’s not the answer Jungkook wants to hear, so he pouts. No one has yet been able to resist Jungkook’s pout, and he uses it to his advantage any time he sees fit. “Want hyung inside me,” he declares. “Want your cum.”
The tentacles tighten all around Jungkook, and Yoongi growls. “You don’t know what you’re asking,” he hisses at Jungkook, and Jungkook’s pulse spikes, fear and arousal rushing through him in equal amounts.
Jungkook makes the most innocent expression he can manage. “But I’m so wet and empty. Please, hyung.”
“Fuck, Jungkook,” Yoongi rasps and then crashes their mouths together, biting and claiming Jungkook’s mouth harshly.
Yoongi’s hands card through Jungkook’s already dry hair, gripping harshly and tugging his head back, exposing his throat. Yoongi nips his pulse point before releasing Jungkook and pushing him back to the ground.
Jungkook’s breath stutters in his chest at the rough treatment, arousal flaring in his belly and his cock starting to plump up again.
Yoongi’s tentacles work together seamlessly to turn Jungkook around and position him how Yoongi wants. It’s heady being handled like that, and Jungkook trembles with it.
Chest pressed to the ground, ass in the air, Jungkook turns his head to look back at Yoongi. He watches a smile flit over his lips, another silent chuckle escaping him, and then there’s a flick to Jungkook’s cotton tail. He squawks, flinching though it didn’t actually hurt.
“Cute,” Yoongi comments with a grin. Somehow that makes Jungkook blush.
Yoongi leans down, his plush lips pressing over the knobs of Jungkook’s spine. His tentacles slither up Jungkook’s thighs, forcing his legs to spread wider.
Kisses keep being littered over Jungkook’s heated skin. Yoongi’s fingers replace the tentacles over Jungkook’s wrists as he hovers above him. And then Jungkook feels the cool wet touch of the tentacles over the cheeks of his ass.
Jungkook takes a sharp breath as his cheeks are pulled apart and a tip of a tentacle caresses his wet hole. He moves his hips back, wanting it inside right this second, but Yoongi bites the back of his neck, and Jungkook slumps, submitting without fuss.
“Don’t move,” Yoongi orders in a hard voice.
“‘kay, sorry,” Jungkook mumbles out.
The tentacle is back to ghosting touches over Jungkook’s hole, making him whine with need. Jungkook’s cock is now back to fully hard and leaking as it hangs heavy between his legs.
Yoongi keeps peppering kisses over Jungkook’s shoulders and back as his tentacle slowly slithers inside Jungkook.
Once the tip breaches him, Jungkook gasps and moans, pleas for more leaving his lips in a rush. The tentacle wriggles inside him, going deeper and deeper. The suckers make for a strange sensation as they attach to Jungkook’s walls, eliciting shivers up and down his spine.
When the tip tickles that electric spot inside Jungkook, he can’t help disobeying and bowing his back, moaning wantonly. He tingles all over with pleasure and still wants more.
“Please, hyung, please,” Jungkook begs though he doesn’t know what for—Yoongi is already fucking him.
But then another tentacle glides over Jungkook’s rim, right where he’s already stuffed. Yoongi doesn’t ask for permission or warn him in any way before the second tentacle crawls inside Jungkook.
Jungkook jolts and cries out, too full too quickly. The stretch is a lot and more than a bit painful, but the first tentacle keeps rubbing at that delicious spot inside of him, providing Jungkook with a much needed distraction of pleasure.
“Too much, ‘s too much,” Jungkook slurs, hiccupping with sobs.
But Yoongi doesn’t relent, his tentacles wiggling and stretching Jungkook. “You said you wanted me inside, bunny. Hyung’s just giving you what you asked for,” is whispered with a hiss into his ear.
Jungkook can only whimper and shudder. He gets even wetter from Yoongi’s harsh tone and the way that both of his tentacles start abusing Jungkook’s prostate. He doesn’t get even a second’s relief from the constant pleasure, the burn of the stretch already fading.
Just as Jungkook gets close enough to coming to taste it on his tongue, body tensing and claws of his paws digging into the sand, Yoongi slips his tentacles out. “No, please, I was so close,” Jungkook sobs openly.
His cock aches, not touched at all for a torturous amount of time. Jungkook can see how the head is angry red, beads of precum dripping down onto the sand below him. His hole, abandoned and empty, clenches around nothing.
“Easy, bunny,” Yoongi soothes, his big hands gliding over Jungkook’s back. “You wanted me to come inside, right? Hyung’s gonna give you his cock now.”
Jungkook tries to rise up and is allowed to rest on his hands. “Your cock?” he asks curiously, instantly forgetting his strife about not being allowed to come. He thought Yoongi only had his tentacles, he didn’t really consider how he’d come inside Jungkook.
Yoongi’s eyes meet his, full of mirth. “Want to see?”
Jungkook nods eagerly and watches with wide eyes as another tentacle peeks out from the swarm of the others. This one is more flesh colored, shorter than the other tentacles, and has a rounded bulbous head of a cock. It’s also a lot bigger than an average cock, so Jungkook now understands the need for the stretch.
“Oh.” Jungkook gulps. He watches mesmerized as Yoongi’s cock, like his tentacles, slithers over his ass and teases along Jungkook’s crack.
Yoongi’s palms separate Jungkook’s cheeks and the head of his cock glides over Jungkook’s hole, catching on the rim. They both shudder. Yoongi’s fingers dig into the flesh of Jungkook’s ass.
The cock pushes at Jungkook’s hole, forcing its way inside the tight heat. Jungkook drops to his elbows, moaning and gasping for breath.
His head hangs low, bunny ears flopping onto the ground, getting dirtied by the sand. Jungkook can barely breathe—the feeling of Yoongi’s cock going deeper, and deeper still, absolutely overwhelming.
Jungkook’s eyes go big and his heart stutters when he sees the bulge in his tummy. Yoongi groans above him, the cock now moving back and forth inside Jungkook. The same pattern is repeated with the bulge in Jungkook’s belly.
“Fuck, fuck, hyung,” Jungkook whimpers. He can’t tear his eyes away, the visual beyond arousing to him.
Jungkook lifts a hand, nearly loses his balance, but Yoongi’s tentacles are there to keep him steady, and places his palm on his belly. “I can feel you,” he says and groans as a harder thrust spreads his fingers apart.
Yoongi hisses. “Yeah? I should hope so,” he laughs, but it sounds strained.
Yoongi’s fingers grip Jungkook’s hips. He pulls Jungkook back into himself as his cock thrusts harder and harder. The sounds coming out of Yoongi’s mouth turn sharper and more feral, a spike of fear clenching Jungkook’s tummy and arousing him at the same time.
“Touch me, touch me,” Jungkook babbles, near delirious with the need to come.
Yoongi understands him, and a tentacle wraps around Jungkook’s dick, moving to the rhythm that Yoongi’s fucking him in.
Jungkook whines and groans and sobs. The orgasm approaches quickly, and Jungkook doesn’t try to stave it off. He crests over the edge and lets the pleasure devour him.
Jungkook’s muscles go lax with his orgasm, and he half expects to just flop to the ground in a puddle of bliss and satisfaction. But Yoongi’s not done with him.
The tentacles keep Jungkook in position as Yoongi growls and fucks Jungkook into oversensitivity. He doesn’t care for Jungkook’s pitiful whimpers, chasing his own pleasure.
When he finally comes, all the tentacles around Jungkook tense, squeezing him uncomfortably tight. Jungkook panics for a second, but the pressure releases quickly, and Jungkook gets lowered to the ground gently.
Jungkook feels Yoongi’s cock pulsing inside him, the cum filling him in hot spurts. “This what you wanted?” Yoongi pants in his ear, voice low and gravelly.
“Yes, thank you,” Jungkook responds with a sigh. He has his eyes closed, body fully relaxed and his appetite sated for now.
Yoongi’s laugh reverberates through Jungkook. He kisses Jungkook’s nape, skimming his teeth over it, melting Jungkook into even more of a puddle. “So polite,” Yoongi mumbles.
He pulls away too soon for Jungkook’s liking and spreads his cheeks again, cock slithering out. Jungkook gasps at the feeling of emptiness and the warm cum leaking out of him.
Yoongi presses a couple fingers inside Jungkook, making him jump, and then slathers his cum over Jungkook’s ass, going up his crack and fondling his tail.
“No,” Jungkook whines, hand reaching back to push Yoongi away. “Don’t dirty my tail,” he grumbles and lifts on an elbow to glare at Yoongi.
Yoongi’s cheeks are ruddy, eyes even brighter now that the amber is back, his pupils slits again. His smile is big and shows his gums as he laughs. “You’re gonna have to wash off anyway,” he counters.
Jungkook doesn’t lose his pout. “It’s difficult to wash cum out of fur,” he explains. And, besides, he already has to worry about sand that’s stuck in all the wrong places.
“Okay, okay, hyung’s sorry,” Yoongi says and leans over to kiss Jungkook’s pouty lips, still smiling himself.
They make out for a bit until Jungkook’s need to be clean again wins over. Yoongi helps him wash himself, though it’s more like he’s fondling Jungkook all over, tentacles refusing to leave Jungkook untouched for even a second, than actually washing him.
Once clean, Jungkook dresses again, noting all the marks Yoongi’s suckers left on his skin. And there’s a lot, barely any skin left untouched. Jungkook flushes.
They sit on the shore. Jungkook eats the gimbap he packed earlier, and Yoongi watches him curiously.
A tentacle tickles at Jungkook's paw pads and he kicks out on instinct, making himself giggle as Yoongi grins at him.
“Oh, no,” Jungkook mutters to himself when he recognizes a dangerous glint in Yoongi’s eyes.
The tentacles attack him all at once and all over. They slither over his paws, his sides, his neck, tickling and wiggling until Jungkook can barely breathe as he laughs so hard. Only when Jungkook is pitifully begging for Yoongi to stop, tears streaming down his cheeks, that Yoongi does so. Yoongi’s smile is big and gummy, and Jungkook grins along with him even if he thinks the attack was uncalled for.
They settle down again, and Jungkook gathers bravery for what he wanted to ask before he was so viciously ambushed.
“Hyung,” Jungkook prompts. He has Yoongi’s hand in his lap and idly plays with the bracelet—the only accessory or piece of clothing Yoongi has on.
“Yeah?” Yoongi threads their fingers together.
Jungkook gnaws on his lip. “Can you help me get out of the forest?” He gazes at Yoongi with hope, but the other is staring at their intertwined hands.
Yoongi squeezes them. “Sorry, Jungkook-ah. I’m not much of a land creature.” He waves a tentacle in front of Jungkook’s face, laughing silently.
Jungkook gives the tentacle a kiss, and Yoongi jolts but then smiles fondly at Jungkook. He uses the tentacle to brush Jungkook’s bangs away.
“It’ll get dark soon,” Yoongi informs him.
Jungkook can already feel as the sweltering heat reduces quickly, a chill setting in the air. The dimness getting darker and darker. He doubts he’ll be able to see anything at all when night sets in.
“Could I stay with you for the night then?” Jungkook requests shyly, cheeks burning. He truly has no other options and has to just hope for Yoongi’s generosity.
Yoongi laughs at Jungkook’s question, and shame burns hot and heavy inside Jungkook, and not the fun kind. But then Yoongi caresses his cheek with a tentacle, smiling softly at him. “I live underwater, bun.”
“Oh,” Jungkook mumbles, looking down in embarrassment. That was stupid of him to even ask, he thinks. And now he’s fresh out of options on what to do.
“But I know someone who might be willing to take you in for the night,” Yoongi says.
Jungkook looks up at him, eyes big and sparkly and full of hope. “That’d be great, hyung, thank you. I promise I’m no trouble.”
Yoongi grins. “I know. You’re a good bunny.” Jungkook flushes at that, though he’s secretly pleased he was good to Yoongi.
Yoongi’s smile turns a bit sharper then. “My friend,” he continues, “he might ask something from you in order to let you stay.”
“Like what?” Jungkook asks warily.
Yoongi hums. His amber eyes trail down Jungkook’s body, his long fingers following his line of sight. “I’m sure you won’t mind whatever it is. You’re a brave bun after all.”
Jungkook can only gulp, his pulse ratcheting up. He can’t deny that a little danger and mystery turns him on. “Okay,” he whispers.
“Wait here,” Yoongi tells him. “I’ll send him a message to expect you and get you a guiding orb.”
Jungkook can only nod. Yoongi slithers back into the water and disappears into the depths. Watching the purple and blue glow of the crystals play on the waterline, Jungkook hopes Yoongi’s friend is as nice as him. And maybe in the morning he’ll even escort Jungkook back to the border.
Yoongi returns soon after, an orb glowing softly blue in one of his hands. He throws it straight at Jungkook, and Jungkook startles and lifts a hand to catch it so it wouldn't hit him right in the face, but the orb stops a couple feet in front of Jungkook, floating in the air. Yoongi chuckles at Jungkook’s less than impressed expression.
“It’ll guide you to the cabin,” he explains. “Don’t lose sight of it, and definitely don’t veer off the path,” Yoongi cautions, now looking serious and stern. “Promise me, Jungkook-ah.”
Jungkook nods his head vigorously, bunny ears flopping. He’s not a fan of risking and getting eaten either. “I promise, hyung-nim.”
Jungkook stands and collects his things. The orb swirls around him, floating away to the nearby exit of the cave and bouncing as if impatient.
“You should go,” Yoongi says, watching the orb.
Jungkook was right in thinking he’s taller than Yoongi when standing up. He leans down as Yoongi cups his cheeks and kisses his hyung softly on the lips. “Thank you for everything, Yoongi-hyung,” he whispers, cheeks tinging with a blush.
“It was my pleasure,” Yoongi grins.
They kiss again, deep and slow. Before Jungkook can beg to be fucked again, Yoongi pulls away. His teeth catch Jungkook’s bottom lip and make it ping back when they separate, both a bit breathless from it.
“Be safe, Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi wishes him.
Jungkook smiles at him, laughs when Yoongi kisses his forehead, and then jogs to catch up with the orb.
Standing at the beginning of the path, Jungkook looks back to see Yoongi back in the water. Only his glowing eyes peek above the surface, watching Jungkook.
A tiny bittersweet pang pricks Jungkook’s heart and he swiftly turns away, following the orb into the unknown.