Help Me Touch You || Vkook ff

Chapter 84

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"What?"

"Just, please Jungkook, before I think about it and change my mind."

"But you have to think about it Taehyung. Considering what might happen I don't know if pushing it right now is right, especially without giving it serious thought." – Jungkook sounded worried and it wasn't unnoticed by Taehyung. Though he didn't care to dwell on the 'what if-s' and 'should we-s' at this point. In his mind this is the time to take action, he hadn't felt hope like this since as long as he could remember and if he could keep this moment and this feeling for a little while longer than maybe he'd still have more fight in him yet.

"I've done all the thinking that I should do. If I chicken out now and don't know when or if I'll have the courage again."

Jungkook looked into Taehyung's eyes and saw the resolve there. He's never seen the man so determined, and so he caved. He might be helping Taehyung on his journey but he's a guest there at best, advising is the most he could do right now. And if this man thinks he's ready than who was he to try and stop him?

While Jungkook was busy organizing his thoughts, Taehyung was on the verge of losing his nerve.

He broke Jungkook's silence with the softest of sounds.

"Jungkook please... Help me touch you."

Oh, hearing that was like music to Jungkook's ears. The fact of the matter is Jungkook had been missing V. The mere thought of touching the body in which his lover comes to him... Simply put it was predictably inviting, so much so it gave him shivers.

"Taehyung, I'm not sure you want me to this." – Jungkook tried once.

"I do." – His first attempt was shot down.

"I'm afraid that I won't be able to do this with the purest of intentions." – Jungkook tried a second time.

"I know." – His second attempt was shot down.

"I'm not really indifferent about you as a man, Taehyung." – Jungkook tried one final time, looking deep into Taehyung's eyes almost begging him to not give him permission to indulge.

 Jungkook was a man of principal and morals, and right now it seemed as though his one vice was being dangled in front of him, imploring him to indulge. There Taehyung was, looking at him through V's eyes, desperation etched on V's face. The knots in his own resolve and determination were quickly coming undone.

"That changes nothing Jungkook. You can't frighten me with that. I'm not indifferent about you either so if that's what you're worried about, I am releasing you in advance from any guilt you should have if you give in right now."

Jungkook paused again, his mind one more seeming to go into overdrive. And while his noisy thoughts polluted his brain one firm nod from Taehyung silenced it all. Only one thought remained – fuck it.

"Okay. Yea, okay, I'll do it."

The tremble in Jungkook's voice matched that of Taehyung's hand that reached out.

Taehyung stretched his arm halfway leaving the rest of the distance to be closed by Jungkook.

His patience was wearing thin at the amount of time Jungkook was taking to make his move. He was almost going to take matters in his hands when he saw Jungkook's hand mirroring the movement of his own.

Taehyung's breath hitched. The closeness was almost unnerving. He closed his eyes. This way, he couldn't shy away; and this way he will feel Jungkook, without his other senses getting in the way.

Yes, he wants to feel him and only him.

Then there it was.

Slender fingers were caressing him, softly, almost sensually, starting from his fingers, down his palm, over his wrist and then his hand was enveloped with Jungkook's. The warmth itself was riveting. Was holding hands ever this stirring?

The sensations traveled through his body, shooting tingles every which way. It went from his arms to his chest, down his spine. Taehyung was high. A sound escaped Taehyung's mouth, it was almost a moan. If Jungkook's hand felt like this, what would his hung feel like? Would it unravel him?

Then before he could revel in celebration of his success at the first attempt, before even Jungkook had the chance to indulge in this unexpected happiness, Taehyung's grip tightened around Jungkook's hand knocking him out of trance.

Jungkook noticed Taehyung's eyes were wide open and panic seemed to be bubbling under the surface.

To say the face Taehyung was making was unsettling would be an understatement.

"Taehyung what's wrong?"

And here comes the hyperventilation.

"I don't know. Jungkook what's happening to me?! I can't control by body!"

"What do you mean? Taehyung you're hurting my hand."

"I'm sorry Jungkook, but it's like I'm frozen from neck down, I can't move anything!"

"Taehyung, I need you to try and stay calm. We're going to figure it out, but first you need to breathe. It's going to be fine. Don't panic."

"I can't! I can't! I ca-"

Taehyung's eyes glazed over. And for a few seconds he remained frozen, unmoving, like a beautiful statue. His grip however never loosened. And just as quickly as Taehyung went into a stupor he pushed himself out of. His gaze was back and it was piercing Jungkook with intense anger.

It was happening so fast for Jungkook to register what was happening. Before he could get a word out, he was thrust back and pinned to the couch.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"