Help Me Touch You || Vkook ff

Chapter 93

A/N: 

A little victory dance for being early? 

I have been waiting foreveeer to write about their past in France. I can't believe it's finally happening. My excitement? Through the ROOF. 

The story is going to be set in the past still for these few chapters. 

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Jungkook gave Taetae the time he promised him to think it over and make a decision.

While Taetae was rolling about in his mind trying to choose right and hoping he had a good sense of judgment, Jungkook glanced at him furtively and what he saw strengthened ad shortened that leash Taetae had wrapped around his heart earlier with his little pout. Brows furrowed, eyes focused on no specific thing and that same pout sat in his beautiful face once more.

It wasn't long before Taetae looked at Jungkook and spoke firmly and confidently – "I want to go back with you. I don't like it here, I don't feel safe. And they will close this place sooner or later. Even if we stayed, we'll have to leave then. So let's just go back now."

"Okay, Taetae, whatever you feel comfortable with. But if we're leaving, you should bear in mind that we have to cross a part of the dance floor. There are people dancing. Do you think you can do that?" – Jungkook asked, worry evident on the features of his young face.

"Oh no." – Taetae whined as he looked at Jungkook with pure horror and then started adjusting himself to have a clearer view of the hell called dance floor he was meant to face soon. This was undoubtedly the worst part of the night he was having. Facing a crowd was always a challenge but passing through one has been an impossible task. Taetae looked back at Jungkook and their eyes met in a reflective gaze – "Maybe we should just stay until closing time and leave when everybody has already left."

Taetae's hopeful eyes only portrayed one thing; a need for guidance. It was painfully obvious that Taetae was a child and therefore was extremely overwhelmed as he tried to muster courage to navigate the situation and get himself out of this unexpected predicament.

Jungkook decided to step up to the plate. Funnily enough, he was the only adult among the two and he decided to act like it.

"Okay, how about this? What do you say we wait a little bit until there's less people dancing and we can pass through them without you having to touch anybody? And then we can just hurry up and get out of here?"

As Taetae was getting ready to express his dislike of that plan, Jungkook continued – "Places like these don't close up until 4 – 5 Am. So if you want to wait it out, consider the fact that we might be here until morning. Think about it for a second and then make your decision."

Taetae's features fell and that familiar pout was once again there, teasing Jungkook, tempting him to gather the guy, well the kid in his lap and comfort him to his heart's content. This was confusing; beyond confusing.

The fact of the matter was, not long before Taetae appeared, Jungkook was drinking with a man that was sex on legs; a man that had called himself V. He couldn't help remembering the events that lead up to this moment, where he found himself wondering how to calm a scared 20-something year old child.

That day Jungkook had experienced the worst of days.

Jungkook was loved, but he was loved a little too much. Everything was taken care of for him. No decision he ever made was based purely and fully on his own wants and needs. His parents made the decisions and sold it to him as his own. Of course they never thought they were controlling him. In their minds they were guiding him, helping him and making sure his life was set on a course of success and happiness; or so they thought. While success was probably assured, Jungkook could never say he was happy. The thing is, he felt like a puppet on a string, made to do whatever others wished. Jungkook was not sure of his identity, he wasn't sure if he even had an identity. The only thing he had managed to uncover about himself was that he liked men. Of the girls that had approached him and that he had dates, none of them ticked his fancy. He was never attracted to them. And then one day he chanced upon a gay man who had tried to hit on him. That had sparked a flame in him that he never knew existed.

He never went out with another girl after that, but he dared not try with men either. He knew this was not something his parents had set out for him and his future. So he kept it to himself, he stayed quiet, like with every other of his needs and wants. It was unimportant and unapproved. That is until today, when his mother set him up with a woman to meet and get to know... with the intention of future marriage. Apparently that was the whole reason they had come to France, he was to meet his "betrothed". They wanted him to get engaged. He couldn't stay quiet after that, no he just couldn't. It was as though all of his feelings he had bottled up over the years just exploded out of him.

"I'm gay!" – Jungkook screamed – "I have done everything you wanted me to do mother, everything, but I'm afraid, this is not something I can compromise on."

As soon as he had uttered those words he had run away in tears in fear of being shunned and discarded, with his needs once more gotten overlooked and belittled. He hadn't been able to stay and face the consequences of his last minute decision.

He had run away with one thought in his mind; he needed courage, liquid courage. That is how he had ended up alone in a club in France, a drink in his hand and a frown on his face, wallowing in misery, sadness and self pity.

He hadn't noticed then but almost as soon as he reached the bar, a pair of drunk, unhinged and smitten eyes had zoned in him and they were following his every move like he was prey.

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A/N: The next chapter should be up on Wednesday! Stick around~