Help Me Touch You || Vkook ff

Chapter 12

A/N: 

Ummm, soooo, I know I've I will edit the chapters this time..... But guess what? It's going to be next time :D It's just so late and I barely had any energy to update. So I decided; if I don't edit with the next update, I will just wait until chapter 20 and edit all of the chapters one day prior to the update. Fair? 

TH is Taehyung, JK is Jungkook. (TO THE NEW READERS. THIS LASTS ONLY UNTIL CHAPTER 33. IF YOU CANNOT TAKE IT AT ALL I WILL EDIT IT IF ENOUGH PEOPLE ASK ME TO. COMMENT HERE IF YOU WANT ME TO CHANGE THE NMAMES PLEASE.)

AND! Exciting news my peeps. I have a new story I want to work on! I just want your opinions!

I will make the final decision myself, of course, but that decision will be greatlu influenced by you guys. And this is what I need your help with: make this story a Jimin x reader story or a yoonmin one? I have an inkling that everyone is going to say yoonmin, BUT, hear me out. The story would really fit also if you guy imagined yourselves in it. I mean it's gna be HOT. So let me know in the comments below.

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With that said, please do enjoy chapter 12!

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To say JK's mouth fell open would be an understatement. Although he knew this boy's history, he had read his file multiple times, he never imagined that his first ever memory would be waking up while being raped. It hurt him to think that innocent little boy, not knowing anything, woke up to such a life; the sad life of TH. JK felt like he swallowed a huge rock that was stuck in his throat. That's because he was swallowing his sobs. He was fighting back his tears, trying to stay strong for V, in fear that the latter might also break down crying. He didn't want to do anything that would hinder a productive and fruitful flow of the session.

What JK didn't know was that, when it came to this matter, V built walls around his heart, turning himself into stone, so that he wouldn't feel. But V was squeezing JK's hand very hard, so hard one could see he was cutting off the blood flow to the boy's hand. V was hanging on for his sanity. JK was his link to the "now", to the calmer and more stable V; JK was his way back to himself and his reality.

Dr. Han was not an insensitive man, no. He could clearly see V's pain, and Jk's, but the purpose of this therapy session was to help this boy. Also he was a professional in his field, so he had to keep pushing, to help him take a step closer to recovery. It wouldn't even matter how small the step was as long as he took it.

"And how did that make you feel?" – asked the doctor, expecting a rude and sarcastic remark from the boy.

V scoffed and looked at Dr. Han for a good 10 seconds, trying to figure out if he was seriously being asked that.

"Well, I don't know, doctor... You tell me. How would it make you feel, if the first thing you remember in your conscious mind was being raped in your behind by a cock 5 times bigger, than your hole that belonged to a man 5 times your age, huh?"

"We're not talking about me here, V."

"Are you trying to mess with me right now?"

"No, I'm trying to help you right now." – The doctor looked sternly into V's eyes. V could sense the seriousness Dr. Han had about him.

"What am I supposed to say to that, huh?"

"Whatever you want. You're here to tell me whatever you wanted to say when you felt alone. All those times you thought you had no one but wanted to complain to someone. Every time you were wishing for a friend that you could trust and let out your deepest sorrows and pain, I'm that person for you."

Glassy wet eyes were hard to miss. But V kept himself strong and collected.

"Alright. Then I'll tell you what I felt. Su-sure, I'll tell you. Why not? I'll just- I'll just- come right out and say it." – V was wavering, panicking but trying his best to bury it inside, while nodding to himself, as to comfort and assure himself that everything was going to be okay.

"V, go on, I'm listening. Whenever you're ready, just start."

After a few seconds of silence – "The first thing I felt was the pain; it felt like I was being ripped open. The second thing was betrayal; as though I was lied to. I was made not to feel alive and happy, but pain and suffering. Then I felt angry; the kind of anger difficult to describe with mere words. I started kicking around, scratching and biting, until he slapped me too hard, while ramming inside me. But through all the pain, I stayed strong. I went through it, because that's what I was created for; to pick up the pieces, to take on what wasn't mine to take on, to suffer instead that coward. I was there to protect him, and so I did. Every. Single. Time. When problems came, out went TH and in came V. I protected him willingly and gladly! But no one picked me up! I was left to suffer alone! TH denied me! He denied my whole existence! After everything I went through for him... Never let me out unless I was needed. You want to know what I felt? Huh? I felt used! Unfairly used, then tossed aside when I had serves my purpose. Not only by his uncle, but also by him. And then I was painted to be the bad guy! Tell me. TELL ME! Tell me how that's fai-" V started hyperventilating, he started feeling dizzy.

"V!" – yelled JK, drowning in tears. He has been silently sobbing, while listening to V.

"JK, relax" – instructed Dr. Han – "let him breathe and calm down" – but the doctor wanted this. This was a shift. He wanted TH out again. Though it wasn't his plan to trigger a shift, he wanted to dig into V's soul and help them in the bigger picture – a fusion. But it was time TH came back out and put his life back on course.

"V, breathe, just breathe." – But V couldn't hear either of them. He was lost in the maze of his dark mind again. He was still breathing rapidly and with difficulty, clutching on JK's hand still. He had believed it would keep him grounded and calm, but he was too far gone at this point.

After a few more seconds, the boy fainted into JK's arms, the latter wearing a shocked face with dried tears on it. Needless to say, the boy was confused and afraid of who would wake up and what the near future might hold, and it held a lot. None of them could expect the things that were coming their way or the thing that they would find out. But sweet JK held the broken boy in his arms and hoped for the best.