Collision

Chapter 55

His muscles felt stretched out and worn thin, as if he had tussled with a wild boar and lost. Big time. Rolling out his shoulders, Jeongguk stumbles towards the bedroom door.

His brain was foggy from his time in heat, barely remembering anything except a few random things that he couldn't quite connect in his mind. He could only imagine what he had said or done to Yoongi.

He had seen Jimin plenty of time during his heat to know what whatever fell from his mouth was certainly never something he would ever want to say again.

Using the wall as leverage, Jeongguk shuffles weakly down the hall and pauses in the archway to the living room, scanning the room for any sign of Yoongi.

Relief was cool river water over his skin at seeing Yoongi settled amongst the couch, finger gliding over a book that Namjoon had given him. His eyes were closed, soaking in the words that emerged from under his finger.

He looked beautiful, if not a little tired. His silver hair was messy along his head, unbrushed and cascading over his eyes. He wore nothing but his usual hoodie and sweats, feet tucked underneath him to preserve warmth in the otherwise chilled cabin.

Head tilting, Yoongi's eyes fluttered open as his finger stopped over the page. He craned his head, dark, hazy eyes colliding with the amber color and Yoongi froze.

"Jeongguk-ah? What are you doing out of bed?" he asked, shoving the blanket off his lap and the book tumbling to the floor. Yoongi paid it no heed, hurrying around the couch and pausing a mere inch away from Jeongguk, hands outstretched.

Jeongguk scampered backwards, eyes wide. "Yoongi, I- I'm sorry."

Jeongguk watched as his pretty pink lips faltered, curving downwards into a pout and cheeks puffing slightly in confusion. He felt tears sting at the back of his eyes when he realized exactly what had happened, shoulders shrinking in on himself in shame.

He felt dirty. For as long as he can remember, he has spent his heats alone in a cave with only Jimin. Taehyung would pace outside, always his protector, and that was fine.

But they weren't Yoongi.

Yoongi wasn't a wolf, and he had no idea what to do, or why the fuck Jeongguk was suddenly acting as if a dick could create world peace as long as it was buried hilt-deep in his ass.

It was embarrassing, shameful. Something he hated about himself more than anything because he didn't even warn the man he loved about what would happen or what to do.

"Sorry? Baby, no," Yoongi rasps, eyes squinting and expression mournful, a tinge of frustration touching his scent.

Jeongguk wordlessly grasped his hands, placing them on his face. The frustration in his scent melted away, but the sorrow lining the crevices of his features remained.

"What on earth are you sorry for?" Yoongi continued, cold fingers trailing over his cheeks, searching his lips and the pinch of his eyes, the furrow of his brow.

"For- for that. For everything. For me, I don't know," Jeongguk whispers desperately, a whine more wolven than man catching in his throat.

"You mean your heat?" Yoongi clarified. Jeongguk whimpered louder at the word falling from Yoongi's mouth, so easily. "Jeongguk-ah, darling, it's okay. You didn't know, and yeah, okay, I was hella surprised. A bit scared, but it is not your fault."

Jeongguk's heart clenched within his chest. Yoongi's hazy eyes were searching over his face, mouth pressed together as he pushed himself to his tiptoes and pressed his lips firmly against the crown of his temple.