Help Me Touch You || Vkook ff

Chapter 23

A/N:

Sorry for taking too long to update, but health issues, personal issues, holidays... It just kind of happened this way. But worry not! You shall get three updates this week to make up for it! Another chapter tomorrow and one on Sunday! I'm so excited to be writing again!! 

The chapter is a filler kind of chapter but as i have said before, fillers are important. They make a story just as much as an action packed chapter. The fillers help you feel the story and connect to it on a more detailed and deeper level. 

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Without further delay, enjoy chapter 23!

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"Jungko-"

"NO! You will not speak to me. Not now, not later."

"I-I'm sorr-"

"I'm leaving now." – Stated JK – "I expect you to be out of this house when I return.

JK started wearing his clothes to make himself fit to leave his apartment. He couldn't wait to leave and not see V there. He, JK, with all his dominance, exposed himself, submitted fully to this man. 'Huh... Never again. You should've never trusted a stranger in the first place. Where was your head JK? What did you expect?'

JK looked at V one more time. He took it in just one last time, the image of V, his gaze lingering a few seconds to long, as if to store as much of it in his memory before he locks it away for good. 'Turn over a new leaf. Good for you JK. He was just going to drag you down anyway.'

If guilt could come and pull V from his hair and throw him on the ground, then kick him while he's down until he was a man no more, V would look like a mess; like the mess he was now. Cowering on the ground, unable to get up, unable to face JK yet unable to let him go, so guilty his heart felt as it was cut open and bleeding dry. How can he salvage it? He had to salvage it... Why the fuck was he so messed up? Why did he just fuck up the one good thing he had going for him? The one thing that seemed to make it all worth it. V looked at JK with eyes so hurt, so guilt-ridden and regretful, he almost looked like a lost puppy.

'Don't fall for it JK. That's a dangerous, conniving man.'

And with that thought, finally ready, JK looked away. He looked away and walked away. He opened his door and just left, leaving behind a V that slowly started sobbing his eyes out.

'How could you V? You loved him! You just ruin everything don't you?!'

V wailed some and scolded himself some, then wailed some more until it all sunk in, the reality of it burning its way into his mind. He just ruined the only relationship that ever mattered to him and he will somehow fix it. He absolutely has to. No JK, no life.

V wondered why he freaked out so much when JK touched him there. Well, he knows, but it wasn't just anybody, it was JK. Hell, he'd let JK fuck him 10 times over right now if it meant it would erase it all, but it wouldn't. Nothing would. He just has to prove his love to him again.

'I'll have you. Even if I have to beg, even if I have to get you the moon, even if I have to bare my ass for you. Whatever you need baby I'll do. I'll just do.'

Silent tears kept falling.

'It's been a while. I should leave for now.'

V nodded to himself, understanding that it would be for the best not to aggravate JK anymore for the time being and so he picked himself up, wore his clothes, all the while shedding droplets of regret, the weight of his guilt stuck in his throat.

V opened the door, took a deep breath and stepped outside, shutting the door in his own face; indefinitely. Walking away was never an issue, there was no easier task to accomplish, yet here he was, one heavy step at a time adding to the distance between him and JK's door.

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An hour later JK returned home, his own eyes soaked in tears and anger. He thought about it over and over while he wandered outside, aimlessly. He understood. He understood it as it was happening. But did that mean he should get away with it? Maybe his actions were understood but they definitely weren't justified. The man's mind is messed up and he wasn't the only one accountable for his current actions. Sure. All the things that were done to him... A child that lived through such trauma could only end up one of two ways: stronger and more caring or colder and angrier with a hunger for revenge. JK was unsure which one was a more fitting description of the collective minds that made the man Kim Taehyung. He wasn't even sure what category V fit in... The man was strong yet weak, cold yet caring but angry; so very angry. V was many things, one of them being a home of opposite extremes, very simple and very complicated, very easy yet very difficult to figure out. One thing he knew was, if he wanted any peace and quiet in his life, he'd best steer clear of V. And one thing left to figure out was, did he really want peace and quiet? Yes, yes he did. For now, it's the only thing he wanted, and going home and seeing the man who tried to strangle him to death was not. But he put it off for long enough; one hour was long enough. If V hasn't left yet, it means he wouldn't no matter how much he waited.

Truth be told, JK expected to see JK when he returned. The man had done everything to stay with him every second he could. V had been a perfect leech. It was a big shock for JK seeing that V actually respected his wish. He didn't expect ridding himself of V to be this easy. He wasn't sure if he was happy or sad about it.

How empty it felt now, the place that was filled with moans not too long ago, when he thought he was in the love story of the century. How empty, how nice, how empty, how... lonely.

It was a silent night. Compared to the ones JK had been having up until now, it was quiet and peaceful and so very empty. And JK slept. Through the worries and traumas of the day, through the worries and uncertainties of tomorrow, he slept.