Help Me Touch You || Vkook ff

Chapter 16

A/N:

Unedited. There is a chapter that was published before this one. Go check out chapter 15 before reading this one ...

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"Baby?"

JK was trying to wake Taetae up. The latter had fallen asleep about 40 minutes

ago on JK's lap whose brain was now as numb as his legs were. He's been thinking about all of it ever since the boy on his lap fell asleep; he's been thinking hard. He thought maybe if he put in some effort to remember, he might be able to retrieve some of the lost memory, but he failed to do so. And now, disappointed and defeated, he was waking the "younger" up to try and get some information out of him.

"Baby... Wake up."

Taetae yawned, and then he started rubbing his eyes. That sight... This boy... He's really testing JK's heart. The boy continued to stretch a bit and then finally answered – "Yes?"

"Baby, I need you to tell me something about all this. Please?"

"No, I already told you I can't" – repeated Taetae.

"That's what I don't get. Why can't you?"

"Because I don't want V to remember it! I want to keep it between the two of us! I want to keep it special!" – There was that pout on his face again.

"W-what? V was there when we met?" – JK couldn't hide his surprise.

"You really don't remember?"

"No babe, I don't. I'm sorry, but I don't and I've been trying to ever since you slept. I've been wrecking my brain, but there is nothing. You're going to have to find a way to give me some hints, sweetie."

"Okay, Kookie."

"Kookie?" – A sense of familiarity washes over JK – "Where have I heard that before?"

"From me... You will remember it, I know you will. I trust you."

JK scratches his head and ruffles his hair in annoyance as he can feel like he's on the edge, he's close, he might remember but he doesn't.

"Sweetie, can you tell me when we met? I know you said years but how many years are we talking about? Was I your age?"

Taetae shakes his head sideways in negation.

"Then?"

"Maybe, 17? 18? I don't know."

"What"? I should remember in that case! Why don't I remember?"

Taetae shifts his gaze and JK notices – "Taetae?"

"Y-yes?"

"What do you know, young man?"

Silence; that's all he got.

"Tell me, Taetae!" – JK was starting to lose his patience.

"Kookie, I can't talk about this anymore! Someone might be listening in! Please!"

JK sighs and places his head in his palms as he leans forward elbows on his knees.

"Okay, baby let's get you to bed. C'mon."

JK was trying to open the sofa bed as he heard a small voice coming from behind him – "Kookie, can I sleep next to you? Please?"

The confliction was back. JK was confused yet again as to which is the right decision; let the boy sleep with him or make him sleep in the living room sofa? On one hand, he'd love to have the little one in his arms, he loves him. Not to mention he would be more certain that the boy is safe and not running off. It would give him so much peace of mind. On the other hand, he does love the boy... What if he gets "excited" having the "kid" in his arms, lying next to him, sleeping. He might be 8 right now, but he doesn't look 8. The boy looks like the man that not a long time ago was in between his legs, pleasuring both of them. It would be dangerous.

"Please?" – Taetae was pleading with those doe eyes again... How to refuse? How to resist?

"Alright, baby. Let's go wash up and get to bed.

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After showering separately, JK lent Taetae some pajamas and the latter wore them. JK was in bed waiting for the boy when the aforementioned stepped out of the bathroom, in oversized pajamas, his hands and feet barely visible.

'Be still my heart' thought JK to himself, 'control yourself', "OH MY GOD JK! Stop thinking about it! HE's 8!'... Noisy thoughts were swarming in JK's mind and he failed to notice Taetae getting into bed next to him. The latter scooted closer to JK and laid down, placing his head next to JK's hip and resting his forehead against it.

JK's heart was beating so fast he feared it's going to jump out of his chest and scare the boy trying to sleep. One thing he knew for sure was that this was going to be a long night; 'a very long knight in deed' he thought as he laid himself down next to his baby.

Taetae places his arm on JK's chest taking him in a little embrace.

'Lord, have mercy on me' – repeated JK compulsively in his noisy mind hoping he would drift off to sleep as soon as possible.