Help Me Touch You || Vkook ff

Chapter 105

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"It has to end, Jungkook."

Jungkook had always noticed that almost always the most life-changing, earth-shattering, reality-shifting news come in a cluster of small, common and unremarkable words. We need to talk... It's over... He's gone... Maybe you should sit down... I'm sorry but... You need to come in... It has to end...

He wasn't sure how he had reached his destination, the way and time there had blurred into a noisy clump of something, and it cluttered his brain. His thoughts were lost in it. His feelings were in a similar turmoil. Nothing coherent seemed to come about in his mind until he had heard those 4 little words that would otherwise be mundane at best. Those words had silenced the noisy clump of something, but the silence was more deafening. The silence was loud as it seemed to ring in his ears, drowning out everything else.

This couldn't be happening... But it was.

"Jungkook!"

The man seemed irritated with him. But why?

"I need you to hear me! This is not a joke! Both our careers and lives are at stake!"

Dr. Han had never sounded so angry, so out of sorts. But what had he done that was so bad?

"Snap out of it!"

He started pacing back and forth, back and forth.

"This is entirely my fault. I should have stopped it right in the beginning. Shouldn't have let it get this far. I was just hoping things would work out for the better for Taehyung. Damn it. This is bad. This is so very bad. Jungkook, you will stop seeing him. You will end it. You will stop seeing him and you won't come in for your internship... for now, until I can figure out how to go forward with this."

"No... Please Dr. Han, you know how important this is for me." – Jungkook pleaded.

"Then you should have been careful!"

The man continued with a seriousness in his tone, a sternness that Jungkook had never heard before.

"Do you know what we could be facing?" The doctor continued. "Have you even thought about this at all? This could damage my reputation... run it into the ground! Not to mention I could lose my license... My whole career could be over. Yours too! You could lose your career before it even began!"

"But I haven't done anything! I was just fixing his mask to keep him from getting spotted!" – Jungkook defended himself.

"Well, amazing job mister. You two are online! Everywhere! Looking questionable! I'm not going to even get into what this could mean for Taehyung! You were supposed to be the responsible one Jungkook!"

"Dr. Han. That's Taetae. Nothing inappropriate was going on!" – Jungkook stated, as though urging the doctor to see reason.

"And how does that matter, huh? Did you happen to forget that the world doesn't know Taetae exists? Did you forget how confidential this whole thing is?"

"I understand that. But no one knows who I am. How would they piece any of it together? How would this come back to you?" – Jungkook asked, hoping there was a way out. What if? What if it could be that easy?

"Jungkook, my boy, do you really not know how dirty the paparazzi could be?"

The man could see it. It was written on Jungkook's face, the desperation and a minuscule amount of hope that he seemed to be clawing at with all he had. It was, after all, his job to read people, to decode and understand. But there is no reality in which this could simply be swept under the rug and forgotten about. All would not be magically well again. This is going to be hard, and its going to be hard for both of them.

He continued – "Chances are, they're going to assume you're a romantic interest. They're going to dig and dig and dig until they find you and by association, me. And although the photo can be interpreted in different ways, in innocent ways, they're going to latch onto what would stir the population most; what would most cause an uproar..." The man took a second to compose himself before proceeding. "I'm sorry for my part in this mess. I shouldn't have let you go with him. I should have found a way. I should have stopped it when I could. But I didn't. And now we both have to live with our decisions. Life comes with tough decisions and you have another one to make. Is it going to be your career? Or is it going to be him?"

Jungkook couldn't respond, at least not with words. All he could produce were tears, and it did hurt Dr. Han to see his golden boy is this state, but sometimes life deals you a bad hand. And if you can't work around it then you can only move forward through it.

"I can't say for sure I know what the nature of you two's relationship is, and I'm not one to make assumptions, but I can make observations and deduce... Just... take some time off Jungkook. From him too, if my advice means anything. You need to think rationally." Dr. Han patted the boy's back in an attempt to soothe him. Though he too knew nothing could be soothing at this point; maybe not for a long time.

"I'll be in touch."

Soon Jungkook found himself on his bed, on his back, staring at the ceiling, or at nothing, while tears seemed to endlessly escape his eyes. Breathing was a labor. Being conscious was torture. If only he could turn back time. If only he hadn't asked Taetae to smile for him. If only he hadn't adjusted the mask himself. If only he hadn't taken Taetae out. If only he didn't have to make a choice between the man he loves or himself. Never ending 'if only'-s were running through his head but one thought screamed louder than all the rest. One memory overpowered all else... He had just promised. It was but a conversation ago... He could almost hear himself saying it when Taetae had uttered those heart-wrenching words... "Please. Keep me. Keep us." And he had confidently declared... "As long as you guys stick to me, I will stick to you. I promise you that."