warnings:// slight angst, obvious smut, cursing
you've been warned.
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When Jungkook learned what a "heat" was, he was just a kid. He saw his older brother being locked in his room, days at a time, hearing his brother wail and make other strange and questionable noises. he didn't know much of course. He was young and he lost his parents before he could ask what was really going on.
It was only when he was older,
He'd really know what it's like.
Fast forward to now, he is 18. Still young, naïve, childish. But old enough to manage himself. Jin had left to go to the store for basic stuff, leaving Jungkook alone. Jungkook, of course, didn't mind. He occupied himself with his video games and whatnot. Overwatch being the best time passer. He set the controller down in his lap, cheering for himself, as he ranked first in his currently finished match.
The controller vibrates.
He doesn't think much of it, but the vibration did cause a weird feeling in his lower region. He checks his phone for a bit, taking a break from the game to answer texts and check messages.
The controller vibrates again.
And again.
And again.
Jungkook take the controller out of his lap, setting it away from him, slightly annoyed. "God, I get it, Im the winner. Shut up, annoying angry 12 year olds." He kept answering his texts, stretching his legs, them cramping from sitting down cross legged for too long. Then it hit him, slowly, like a fog creeping over him, quietly filling up the room.
The smell of sex.
He widened his eyes, feeling himself get wet and sensitive. He didn't know exactly what this feeling was. His hips twitched uncomfortably, feeling the hardness of his member increase. Then, a wave of fiery pain engulfed him, taking over his entire body. He threw off his headset, crying out loudly and getting weak in the knees. He felt hot, flustered and in pain. He stripped himself of his pants and boxers whimpering and tearing up. He didn't know exactly what this feeling was. But, this was hurting him. A lot.
Was this his heat?
He thought, 'No.' It couldn't be his heat. He hadn't even had his first rut yet. But here he was, nearly crying over the flames that were burning him up internally. He reached a hand shakily down to his throbbing member, letting out a small sob as he touched and felt the forming precum. The smell of sex was increasing and Jungkook's slick was pooling below him. "Shit.." he whispered as he reached the other hand towards his entrance, feeling the coating of his slick. He gasped and twitched at his own touch, and the fiery pain increased. He let out another sob and began to stroke his member, the flames beginning to die down a little bit with the pleasure. He took his other hand and rubbed his entrance, feeling the slick and whining. He stopped for a brief second, feeling a little too rushed and overstimulated, but then the pain flared up once more, this time knocking Jungkook on the ground, bottom up. His vision went blurry and he felt lightheaded. He began to cry more. "It hurts..." he whimpered to himself. He stroked his member again, in an attempt to stop the pain, but the flames stayed. He stopped, defeated.
"It hurts..."
