Help Me Touch You || Vkook ff

Chapter 18

A/N:

Lovely readers, sorry for the delay. I have been barely keeping my eyes open this week. Even at work, I actually fell asleep while I was alone in the shop and it was open. Good thing no one walked in and robbed the place.😂 I'm taking meds that are making me feel very tired and sleepy. But I promise to update it on Sunday too.

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Here's chapter 18. I hope you enjoy!

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Taetae got up and went back to bed his head hung low and waited there for his Kookie like he was told; like the good little boy he is. Meanwhile JK was still on the floor. He removed his slimy hand out of his pants and wiped it with a piece of toilet paper and went to lock the door. He wasn't about to have Taetae walk back in on him while he's showering, hence – naked as can be. After checking several times that the door was in fact locked, he hopped in the shower and let the rains of it was him clean of the filth he brought upon himself – physically and mentally. Coming for an 8 year old; tsk-tsk, the sin of the sins, he felt as though he was sin in flesh. He needed to quickly wash all that off and get back to a state of clean body, clean soul and clean mind.

During his "cleanse", amid all the chaos in his mind, one thought suddenly forced its way into the light: 'Taetae is awake, Taetae is alone and I'm not beside him.' JK's panic came through as fast as a friend in need. Without a second wasted he shouts with most of the capacity his lungs have – "Taetae?" – much like a worried mother screaming to find her baby.

When he failed to hear an answer he turned off the water and he screamed once more, even louder than before – "TAETAE?!"

"Y-yea?" – Taetae said with a raspy tired voice. He knew the "younger" nodded off waiting for him to come out of the bathroom, but he couldn't help the words slipping out from his mouth, needing confirmation to ease his worried mind.

"Why weren't you answering me, Taetae?" – carefully questions JK, trying not to sound aggressive. He definitely doesn't want to trigger any ideas of running away in Taetae's cute head.

"Kookie~, you're taking too long. I just dozed off. Please~, come back quickly so I can sleep~." – Sang out Taetae, whining, still rocking that sexy raspy voice.

"Okay! Give me a couple of more minutes. I will be with you very soon okay?" – reassured JK, turning the water back on and quickly washing off the remaining soap on his body. He wanted to be as quick-paced as possible not only because the boy asked him to, and not only because he was worried, but also, he couldn't wait to get in that warm bed and cuddle his baby boy and sniff the latter's soft hair, burying is face in it. Yes, now that he got "it" out of his system he could cuddle his baby back when he gets engulfed in those sexy thighs.

JK got out of the shower thanking the heavens he always kept spare pajamas and towels in his bathroom in case he forgot to bring it in with him. He dried himself and threw on his pajamas, opened the door and hurried to his baby. He reached Taetae and what he saw just jolted him roughly, making him fall deeper into the pit of doom – in love with this boy.

Taetae had his knees up into his chest, while he hugged his legs like a koala. His head was tilted and placed on top of his knees and his mouths was hanging open, little snores sounding out and reaching JK's ears as the song of angels. Never mind the little drool that was about to drip down from the corner of his mouth, where those sinfully delicious lips meet.

'This is so fucking hard...'

JK bent over close to Taetae's face, analyzed it like he was carving it into his mind. He reached for the boy's mouth and wiped the drool with his thumb before it dripped to his knees. JK placed his hand on the sleeping beauty's shoulder shaking him lightly to wake him up. He needed to get the boy back in bed. He wanted him to sleep comfortably – in his arms.

"Koo-Kookie?" – The boy rubbed his eyes with paw-like hands to clear his vision from the blurriness.

"Yes, baby boy, it's me. Come on, let's get you into bed and tuck you in."

The boy scooted down under the cover as he said – "I don't want to get tucked in. I want to be cuddled. Can we cuddle, Kookie?"

JK swallowed – his spit; so loudly all of the residents of the building might have heard it. His heart was beating so hard and so fast it was visible to the naked eye. There is a fine line between innocent and seductive, and Taetae was tugging at it, playing with JK's sanity and making the latter question his morals.

JK somehow kept himself cool and collected and answered the "youngling" – "um, sure baby, we can totally cuddle..."

Taetae flashed his disturbingly cute box of a smile, testing JK's patience some more. Both of them laid down as Taetae went back in with his original position – hugging JK and throwing his leg over him. The difference was that this time the latter scooped Taetae in his arms, holding the sweetheart close to his chest and having his hair easily accessible for the occasional sniff.

Both, drenched in contentment and satisfaction, started to relax and nod off into sweet slumber, barely, when the younger suddenly blurted out – "Kookie?"

"Um~ yes baby?" – whined JK, hardly awake, when another round of psychological slap came in, jolting him out of his sleep. Nothing could have reminded him to prepare for this when he was in the bathroom – stupidly enough.

"Ea-earlier... Why were you holding your wee-wee?"