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Warning: contains mature scenes.
                          
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Jungkook did a horrible mistake.
                          
Having slept in the lake house yesterday night with Mark and Haechan, he left his toiletries bag along with most of his belongings in the main house.
The thing is, after playing Overwatch for the majority of the night and practically passing out afterwards, he forgot to take his medication.
You might say that this was what his phone reminders were for.
You're right. Except Jungkook doesn't know where his phone was anymore.
He remembers using it to talk to his brother, and he swore to have put it on top of the living room table. Only it was nowhere to be found.
He had went out to look for it outside but upon entering the cabin and  being swiped by Lucas to go ice skating afterwards, he forgot all about it.
                          
Currently, Jungkook was regretting all of his life decisions as he sat, locked inside the one place he hoped no one would look for him in: Taehyung's bathroom.
                          
He had found his toiletries bag and took two pills at once, hoping it would work quickly—hoping being the keyword.
                          
As of now, Jungkook was sat in the corner of the wooden themed lavatory, his back to the wall and figure hunched in pain.
His rut had already kicked in. Hard.
                          
He whimpered quietly, his body temperature having escalated to a burning state he could feel the sweat beads forming on his shaking body.
                          
The pain in his gums from his canines forcefully elongating alongside the ache in his lower abdomen were killing him.
His wolf was crawling at him from within, desperately calling for relief.
                          
Not having experienced this in years time, Jungkook was in panic mode.
He was panicking because for once he lost the control which he is praised for always keeping. 
                          
"Arghh!"
                          
For once in a long, long time, Jungkook was unsure of how to deal with himself.
The ever growing tent in his pants was something else that fueled his dread. His wolf was growing uncontrollable and Jungkook felt like the string of sanity that kept him in check was about to snap anytime soon if the pills didn't work quickly.
Until then, he'll have to suffer through it.
                          
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Taehyung was busying himself with weighing the sugar for the whipped cream Jimin and him were supposed to make. He was bored out of his mind but he promised himself not to say anything. Jimin had begged him to participate and make an effort to engage with the rest of the group.
He agreed only because his best friend asked.
He couldn't care less about anyone else, or even himself for that matter.
He was going to stand in the kitchen, do whatever Jimin tells him to and endure the weary looks everyone else seemed to enjoy throwing his way lately.
Whatever, Jimin's moon crescents eye smile was worth it.
                          
After a few minutes of following instructions and falling into a nice working pace, Taehyung had the sudden urge to relieve his bladder.
Growing uncomfortable, the brunette put the ustensiles down and quickly dusted his hands on his apron, taking it off, and making his way to the nearest restroom.
                          
Not even three steps inside however, he halted in his movement. The overwhelming smell of sandalwood and grapefruit hit him violently and completely out of the blue.
Hypnotized, he felt his body instantly starting to react to it.
                          
Taehyung had no idea why the smell was suddenly so powerful nor did he try to stop his feet from following the scent to its source; he simply complied to his wolf's instincts.
                          
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Jungkook whimpered in pain, his red eyes stung and the protruding canines had cut through his lower lip due to him biting hard on the flesh.
The blood dripped down his chin but he paid no mind to it as he was squeezing his arms rigidly, sure to leave marks on the skin underneath his long sleeved black sweater.