Help Me Touch You || Vkook ff

Chapter 22

A/N:

Sorry that it's late! I just got better. 

WARNING: Slight smut in it. Like not even. It's not even worth mentioning, but I'm just warning. If it bothers you please don't read. Another warning is, it's an angsty chapter. Sorry but not really though. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ It's the story.

It's not proof-read and! Editing of former chapters will happen, I just don't know when as I'm quite busy. But if you feel you're being spammed with updates. YUP! It's me. 

Please read A/N at end.

With that said, enjoy chapter 22!

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"Say something, baby." – V said looking at his JK. The latter had frozen still after hearing those three little words. He never looked at V and stared at the ceiling, surprised and unaware of what to do or say next.

"Baby... Please? Talk to me. It's been three minutes. You're lack of reaction is killing me and the silence is overbearing. I'm not asking for an 'I love you' back. But please, just say something."

JK slowly turned towards V. He deepened his gaze as if searching for something. Now whether that something was in V's eyes or within himself, he had yet to figure out. Millions of thoughts bombarding in his head, JK was burning; confused and unsure, everything in his logic was telling him that all of it made no sense, yet his body screamed for V's touch. The more V laid his hands on him, the more he needed the latter's touch. V was a drug that was slipped into his drink and he got addicted to it from the very first taste.

He saw V's soul, naked and fully displayed in its full glory, waiting to be taken in and he surrendered. He surrendered to V's love, to his noisy mind, to his jittery heart and he made his attack. He pulled the older by the cheeks and attacked his lips. He tasted them like a hungry beast and V was more than glad to reciprocate. JK knew he's lost this battle long ago. V had him at "baby boy".

JK slipped his tongue into V's mouth hurriedly. He was in need, his little friend getting firmer and firmer. He sucked on V's tongue so hungrily earning a moan in return. Their cocks that had just deflated seemed to be as hard as a rock and rubbing together already when JK started thrusting upwards onto V. The boy was too far gone, and as he was drowning further and further into that pit of lust, his hands found a way onto V's ass. He squeezed them with all his might – "Ah~ I love my eager baby!" – moaned out V.

"Baby~ ah~ I need you so bad!" – pleaded JK. He sneaked his way onto V's hole and as he placed his finger on it, rubbing it, he found himself choking.

V had hate in his eyes. Hands around JK's throat as the latter was fighting for air, scratching into V's wrists. Was this really his V?

"V! I- I can't b-breathe! V!" – No matter how much JK pleaded, it never reached V, in fact, his hold around JK's neck seemed to get tighter and tighter as tears seemed to roll sown the corners of his eyes, falling onto the pillow.

"Baby, p-please!" – JK started shaking. He seemed to be giving out his last breath. And as his eyes rolled into his head V released his hold and got up from the bed, pacing in front of the bed.

"I am no baby to you! I am no baby to anyone! How dare you try and fuck me?! Yea right! On the twelfth of never you hear me?"

"Answer me damn it! Answer me!"

"JK! JK! JK?! JK why aren't you answering?"

V came closer and notice the younger was still as a rock. As his anger died down and was replaced by a slowly growing panic, he sat over JK and started tapping at the latter's cheek in a desperate attempt to wake him.

"JK. Baby? Baby answer me! JK!"

V was violently shaking the younger, evident quiver both in his body and his heart. He checked to see if the younger was breathing. Noticing how faint the breaths were, he pressed both hands onto JK's chest and started to perform CPR to the best of his abilities.

"1! 2! 3! 4! 5! ... 30!" – He opened JK's mouth and transferred as much air into his lungs as he could, once and then once more.

"1! 2! 3! 4! 5! ... 30!" – He whispered out once more as he kept with the second round of chest compressions and then gave him two more rescue breaths.

And as he was doing a third set of compressions – "1, 2, 3, 4, baby please, come back to me. I'm sorry! I'm sorry! 16, 17 ... Pleaaase! JK! 21! 22!" And tears dropped onto JK's chin and neck.

V was crying hysterically. The thought of him killing JK was ripping his heart out. How could he do this? He was strangling his baby, when all his baby was doing was showing him his heart. His baby wanted to make love to him. And he hurt him in return. How did it end up like this? How was he kissing his baby one minute and killing him the next? 'I'm a freak that's how! What the fuck is wrong with you V??'

V kept up with the compressions and the breaths while sobbing until JK inhaled air long and deep and then he stopped. He froze, unmoving, not breathing, completely still as he waited for JK to breathe again. And there it was; a second breath after which it quickened, as if to compensate for the lack of oxygen. But he never woke up. He slept. V's hold was not strong enough to cut all oxygen flow but it was strong enough to render him unconscious. Had he tightened his hold anymore or any longer he would have killed JK or given him brain damage.

"Should I call an ambulance?"

V was so thankful he hadn't killed JK in his rage, but he was unsure if JK had no internal damages. He had to take him to a hospital to get checked. Even if it meant he would get thrown in jail. Worry was eating at his brain as he slowly regressed to a state of victimhood, one he was all too familiar with.

He crouched down next to the bed, as he held his head in his hands, remembering it all; what he did, what could have happened, what might still happen, how he was raped when he was young and how that fear blocked his consciousness when JK neared his anus and finally he started swaying back and forth mumbling what sounded like a series of no-s and please-s and kept sobbing. His guilt was tugging at his heart, when he noticed a colorless JK sitting up on the bed, looking like a ghost, his mouth agape as he seemed to remember what had happened a short while ago. Tears started gushing out.

"Jungko-"

"Don't you dare. Don't you fucking dare."

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The part where it's medical, don't count on it on being 100% accurate as it is morphed and shaped into something fitting for the story. It's as accurate as it could have been. 

Disclaimer: I am utterly in love with Taehyung. I literally want to adopt a grown-ass man. I want him to be my son. Is it weird? Yea? I don't mind.¯\_(ツ)_/¯