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Throughout the day, Jungkook stays snuggled up to Yoongi. His hyung can't move, stand up or walk out the room without a little rabbit following him, and wrapping himself around his back, torso, shoulder or whatever body part he chooses.
Because Jungkook needs affection.
He always wants affection, he always wants his hyung to look at him, to praise him. He smiles the sweetest when Yoongi does his little beam and tells him he is proud of him. But today, Jungkook is not wanting, he is needy . Not to be dramatic, but if his hyung doesn't hold him every second, he will die of the most painful death.
"If you help me sort out the sheets for the laundry, then I'll consider sitting on the couch and not move."
Jungkook's eyes light up. The possibility of Yoongi not moving for several hours? Don't say no more, he is a professional in terms of sorting sheets out.
"Look hyung," he muses, a sheet covering his body and his arms gesturing in front of him, "I'm a ghost… ooooooohhhhhh!"
Yoongi giggles, before telling him he is an idiot in the most affectionate way possible.
"Yeah, but I am your idiot omega."
Yoongi hums, "That's why we've been doing the sheets for ten minutes and you still haven't kissed me."
A hand on his chest, Jungkook acts falsely scandalized, "I haven’t? I'm the worst omega, then."
"No," chuckles Yoongi as he steps closer to Jungkook and wraps him into a blanket, "Just the second best one, right after me."
Jungkook kisses his nose, "I accept my fate."
Now, the fact he needs hugs from his mate, should have ring some bells in him: the bells saying "maybe sorting the sheets, blankets and pillows today is not the best idea."
Because as he is now, tangled into both the blanket Yoongi put on him and the sheet he dropped, he doesn't want to move.
Or, he wants to move and he does. He shifts, trying to collect as many pillows as possible because his nest has to be the comfiest. He has to make the safest place out of it. He needs to make sure his omega and him are safe, and warm, and it needs to be beautiful, and well-structured, and this pillow here, this blanket here —
"Koo?"
He looks up to Yoongi, with parted lips, a mixture of worry and fondness in his eyes.
"Koo, is this the reason you're so needy today?"
Jungkook doesn't answer and instead nuzzles his nose further in the clean-smelling material. He closes his eyes, sleepy. It feels exactly as he hoped to make his nest.
"Can I enter?"
"Yes, you can," he whispers, already too numbed by sleep to use his voice properly.
He hears shuffles, and then feels a weight next to him.
It's perfect, so perfect. Everything's warm and soft, his Yoongi, his sheets, his pillows, his blankets.
They lay down for a few minutes or a few hours, Jungkook can't tell because he alternates between awaked phases where he cuddles Yoongi, and phases where he closes his eyes and sleeps.
The fourth time he wakes up, his omega isn't with him anymore: it rings immediate danger to him. He sits up, looking around, his hands searching for his hyung as if they don't trust his eyes, a whine escaping his lips. Is he harmed? Hurt? Kidnapped? Murdered? Did he leave him?
He gets up, his whole body screaming for him to get back to his safe place, but his mind roaring in need of Yoongi.
And he finds him. He is collecting sheets, the ones Jungkook hasn't used (yet) for his nest, squatting behind the furniture. Yoongi's cheeks are bright red.
"Hyung?"
Yoongi jumped, "You're awake!"
"I know you actually just want to clean everything but can you come back a bit? I miss you."
Yoongi doesn't answer and instead brings the sheets and pillows he had in arms. Still silent, he arranged everything around Jungkook's nest and-- oh. It tilts in Jungkook's mind.
"Did I… Did I trigger your heat?"
"You may have, baby," Yoongi breathes.
Heats are awful: everything is always too hot, too dangerous. Not only does he suffer from his physical symptoms, but he also has to deal with the constant fear of something happening, especially to Yoongi.
But heats with Yoongi are… nice. Great. His hyung takes care of him, watches that he eats and drinks properly, massages his tummy, back and thighs if needed.
Jungkook does the same, of course, especially because he has a needy and cuddly Yoongi all for him for a week and only a fool would not enjoy it.
Yet, they never had their heats together. Sometimes close from a week or two, but never on the same day.
Jungkook is a little afraid that he won’t be able to take proper care of his hyung.
"Let's sleep, love, then we'll go drink some water and make provisions, okay?" Yoongi says.
Jungkook pats his pillow, content. He exhales deeply. He knows he needs to relax, to make his heat better and spends some quality time with his omega.
And he does. In the warmth of Yoongi's embrace, the softness of the sheets, he does.
(A week later, when they can function again, Yoongi is very much not pleased of having to send the sheets back to a professional in order to clean them up.
Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks it was the best moment of his life.
Yoongi does, too, once he stopped grumping about the cleaning. He just wants to act like a mature hyung, but he truly loved this special moment with Jungkook.
Because what's better than an omega's nest if not two omega's nest?)