#bts burping

Yoongi and Jungkook stayed tucked into the hotel the whole night. Everyone else was out for the day, doing their own thing, but the two still cooped up in the room decided this was enough.

It was nighttime now, blankets piled over the pull-out, half-finished sodas sitting all over the bedside tables. Sounds about right when you mix the two's company.

Jungkook kept laughing at some stupid video on his phone, shoulders bouncing under Yoongi’s arm. He was content like he didn’t realize they were physically that close. They’d just been there for so long.

Yet, Yoongi was hyperaware of every little movement coming from the boy next to him. Whatever drinks they were sharing certainly weren’t helping.

He couldn’t get a certain thought out of his head—something small, but it was eating at him.

Yoongi had noticed it weeks ago.

Every single time Jungkook burped—even the tiniest one—he’d look away. Down at the floor, or behind his hand, any way he could, he’d swallow it down. Even when it was just them he’d still do it, like some sort of embarrassment was stitched into his reflexes.

At first, it was something small Yoongi tucked away in his head, but now he was starting to feel annoyed.

Not at Jungkook, never at him—but for him.

Because it had to hurt, right? Yoongi could see the tension Jungkook held in his shoulders every time, and it’s kind of like he could feel it too.

When Yoongi got closer with Jungkook, he noticed it truly was every time. Whenever Jungkook had soda, scarfed down food, or even laughed too hard after a gulp, (Something that Yoongi noticed gets Jungkook all squirmy too,) Yoongi would catch the way he winced, then stiffened and swallowed it down. His throat tightened like a knot.

Yoongi just hated it.

He never said anything about it though. He’d just glance at Jungkook when it happened.

He wasn’t sure what for, really. Jungkook just never sounded “done,” and Yoongi had this urge to coax it out of him every time.

Something about how warm Jungkook felt next to him made him feel bolder about those feelings.

He was already leaning against the boy, so anything physical wouldn’t seem that weird. His fingers tucked loosely under the hem of Jungkook’s hoodie and he fiddled absently with it. He started getting more handsy than usual by poking Jungkook’s sides.

“Hyung!” Jungkook squeaked, dropping the phone and twisting away with a breathless giggle. His laugh always made Yoongi’s mouth twitch. It was so playful and cute.

“What?” Yoongi smirked, feigning innocence. He went in again, fingers prodding at Jungkook’s waist. Jungkook squirmed with a shriek and tried to push him back, flailing a little under the blankets.

Yoongi used the moment Jungkook was focused on balance to slip the soda can out of his hand and set it down.

Then he scooted closer. He sat back and gently pulled Jungkook in until he was sitting between his legs, facing him. Their legs tangled easily, the blanket falling around their hips.

Jungkook didn’t resist it. He just smiled softly, looking up at Yoongi with that familiar, open gaze.

Sleepily, he giggled. “What’s happening?”

“You’re warm,” Yoongi muttered, “And you’re distracting me.”

Jungkook flushed a little, but didn’t move away. He never really did with Yoongi. He was reactive, but never distant. And then he smiled.

It hit Yoongi right in the chest, because he could see quiet vulnerability in those big bright eyes. Yoongi hadn’t earned that from many people in his life, but Jungkook gave it freely, like he didn’t even have to think about it.

Yoongi’s hands slid down to Jungkook’s waist with quiet intention, thumbs pressing gently into the dip where shirt met skin. He steadied him there before reaching with his other hand to pick the soda can back up.

He shook it slightly like he was teasing the boy, watching Jungkook’s eyes track it with a flicker of confusion.

Then, firmly, he raised the can to Jungkook’s lips.

Immediately, Jungkook tried to glance down, a shy fluster showing on his face. Yoongi moved his other hand to cup the boys jaw, his thumb pressing gently against the curve of his cheek.

“Eyes on me,” he said, staring up at Jungkook. “Don’t look away,”

And Jungkook… froze.

His eyes widened slightly, but it wasn’t in surprise. Just a quiet realization that made his heart skip. The thought hit him: “Yoongi-hyung notices when I try not to burp in front of him. He’s gonna make me do it, now that he’s got me.”

He didn’t know how he knew. Yoongi had never done something like this before, never even hinted at it. But now it was so direct, what else could he possibly be doing?

There was a pause where Jungkook could’ve pulled away. He could’ve shifted out of Yoongi’s lap or playfully asked, “what are you even doing, hyung?”

But he didn’t.

The soda tilted, and he drank.

Yoongi fed him at a pace that wasn’t rushed, but definitely not normal. The bubbles bit at Jungkook’s tongue and flooded his throat, slipping down into his belly, which was already a little bloated from the other cans he’d had earlier. It wasn’t painful, just… warm and fluttery. It swirled. His stomach pressed outward with every gulp, making it tighten with pressure that built.

His shoulders were rising with the effort to stay still, knees tensing where they bracketed Yoongi’s thighs. He tried at first to manage it, but when his cheeks began to puff out slightly with the air he couldn’t swallow fast enough, instinctively he started to turn away.

Yoongi’s hand didn’t let him. The hold on his jaw tightened gently as Yoongi’s eyes burned into his.

“Don’t—“ Yoongi said, voice low and warm. “I have to feel it happen first.”

Jungkook made a soft sound in the back of his throat. He was so confused, but the way Yoongi fed him the soda felt good, in some strange way. His eyes fluttered for just a second before another swallow filled his tummy a little too fast, and suddenly his whole body jolted.

He burped loud and sudden like it had been waiting there all night, and the sound was sharp enough to startle even himself. His stomach spasmed slightly, a shiver rolling through his body from the force of it.

He tried to stare up at the ceiling, dazed, and Yoongi just smiled.

“There he is.”

Jungkook looked down and whimpered softly. “Hyung…”

His voice cracked around it, but Yoongi didn’t pay any mind. Instead he leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together with a fond hum, then resting his head on the boy's shoulder.

“Theere you go,” he murmured again as one of his hands moved down to lift Jungkook’s shirt, rubbing slow gentle circles into his tummy. “I know that feels better.”

Another burp rumbled out before Jungkook could respond, just as rough, leaving him groaning as it came up.

“Well,” Yoongi whispered, warm breath on Jungkook’s neck. “You really were holding back.”

“I didn’t know I could burp that loud,” Jungkook mumbled weakly, letting his head lull back as the pressure slowly faded.

Yoongi sat up and nuzzled his hair, surprised at how fast he was unraveling the boy. “They’re insane. It’s impressive.”

Jungkook's tummy felt warm now. Not just from the soda, but from Yoongi’s hands still circling over it, coaxing his burps out like it was something he wanted to hear.

Yet he did want to hear them, and that was the weird part.

Yoongi wasn’t making fun of him or anything, and he wasn’t teasing him in that sharp way Jungkook half-expected. He was smiling like he was proud of his baby. Like this was something Jungkook was doing right.

And Jungkook couldn’t help it… he always wanted to make Yoongi proud because it felt so good. His fingers curled slightly where they rested on Yoongi’s knees, a quiet flicker of determination sparking behind the flustered look in his eyes.

He wanted to impress him.

So when Yoongi raised the can again, Jungkook didn’t hesitate letting him tip it faster. It fizzed hard on his tongue but he didn’t stop it this time. He let it happen, gulping loudly as it filled him up.

His shoulders rose as his tummy tightened again, signaling for Yoongi to pull the can away.

Immediately after it was lowered, he burped way louder than the last one, the air dragging through his throat with a raw sort of intensity that made his knees squeeze tighter around Yoongi’s hips. His tummy contracted with the effort, and his eyes shut as he huffed out a dazed little sigh, like he’d been holding that in way too long.

Yoongi forgot to steady the boy's jaw after lowering the can, maybe in shock—but it allowed Jungkook to drop his head slowly, his face only getting redder.

Yoongi laughed. Not mockingly, he seemed genuinely delighted. “Nice push.”

Jungkook peeked up through his lashes and pouted a little. “…It was good?”

Yoongi leaned forward, both hands coming to rest against Jungkook’s warm tummy. “So good,” he murmured, meeting his eyes. “You’re getting a little bold now, huh?”

Jungkook nodded shyly. A tiny gasp escaped him when Yoongi’s thumbs slipped under the hem of his shirt, indirectly asking for permission to take it off. Jungkook nodded, raising his arms as Yoongi pulled it over and off. He tossed it to the side.

Jungkook sat up a little straighter, shifting forward in Yoongi’s lap as if offering himself—maybe even testing if Yoongi really wanted more.

Another gurgle rolled up his throat. He bit his lip, eyes nervously flicking up at Yoongi, “I… think I’ve got a big one…”

Yoongi smirked and soothingly pat the boy's tummy. “Then let’s hear it, baby.”

That made Jungkook blush all the way to the tips of his ears. Yoongi did want more.

He took the can from Yoongi, tipping it to his lips and taking another long pull. His tummy seemed to fill with air so fast it alone made him squirm, but the can was almost empty, so he shifted and downed the rest of it.

He set the empty can down a little harder than he intended, making it clink against the side table. His body sucked in a breath on its own like he was making room to let the air out.

His whole body jerked forward as he burped messily like he couldn’t contain it. It was loud and gurgly, and the burp strung out like he had to manually push to get all of it out.

He let out a soft, dizzy laugh right after like he couldn’t believe the noise came from him. He lazily hovered a hand over his face, flushed from the way Yoongi's eyes ate him up. “They’re getting really strong…”

Yoongi laughed low in his chest. “Yeah?” His fingers ran up and down Jungkook’s sides before they settled over the little curve of his belly. “…You’re not even close to done, are you?”

Jungkook thought for a bit before shaking his head faintly, swallowing as another tight gurgle rolled through his gut.

“No,” he admitted breathlessly. “Feels like… It’s stuck.”

Yoongi pouted and started coaxing the boy's tummy, thumbing just under his ribs. “Push.”

Jungkook tried. He sat up straighter in Yoongi’s lap, tummy arcing out as he gave a gentle little push from his core. It took a second, but the air was there, pressing from the inside until—

“bghHHHHHRRUUUPPPhh—!”

It exploded out of him. Jungkook shuddered, his neck snapping forward slightly as he tried to muffle it with his hand, but Yoongi was right there to catch his wrist.

Jungkook trembled under his touch. The soda bubbled inside him violently as if each burp was only making more air rise up.

He didn’t understand if it was the butterflies or what, but he still gave in.

He tipped forward slightly, burying his face against Yoongi’s shoulder as another burp forced its way up and rumbled against his hyung. It sounded like less of a push this time and more like his body just lost control.

“Attaboy,” Yoongi murmured into Jungkook's hair, grinning as he pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

Jungkook was so flustered and his tummy ached from the bubbles, yet he was still melting under Yoongis praise.

Yoongi leaned back, gently lifting Jungkook's face to look at him. His hair was messy, his lips were parted, and he flushed pink all over.

“You really were trying to impress me.” Yoongi teased, brushing his thumb over Jungkook’s bottom lip. “Such a sweet boy. Feels so good to be a little loud for me, huh?”

Jungkook could only nod. He was too exhausted to care about what he looked like now. Yoongi smiled and pressed another gentle kiss to his forehead, then let his head fall onto his shoulder again.

Reflecting after all that, Yoongi took a mental note of the little things he noticed—one being the way Jungkook’s cheeks puffed out every time he burped. It wasn't important, just something cute—Yoongi wasn’t sure if Jungkook was just being the dramatic kookie he always was (since he couldn’t remember if Jungkook did that prior to tonight,) or if his little body truly had that habit.

Though, he’d find out sooner than later now that he fixed the issue. No more shame and no more tummy aches. Jungkook unraveled so quickly, he was basically offering it—even when it was obvious he was getting a tummy ache.

That’s how Yoongi knows Jungkook trusts him in such a vulnerable way. Even something like this, he can work to take those reflexes away without a struggle. It was way too simple.

Yoongi didn’t even notice that Jungkook fell asleep in his arms until he heard the soft snoring.