Help Me Touch You || Vkook ff

Chapter 26

A/N:

Alright, so... I'm a little late. Apologies. Having a full time job makes it hard sometimes. 

Sunday, there will be another update. And i will no longer promise t edit the chapters as i have barely any time or energy to write. So whenever i can spare a moment i will do it. If you notice an update of an older chapter, know that it's an edit. 

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It's here, it's unedited, it's chapter 26! Enjoy!

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"So remember" – JK said, "if they ask questions, you answer as we decided, if they ask anything else you feign ignorance, alright?"

"Okay baby."

"Don't call me that. You don't get to anymore." – V's head hung low and he gulped, evident pain and regret washing over his face as he furrowed his eyebrows for a fast second and then relaxed them once more upon hearing JK's voice. "Now tell me everything we went over. Just to make sure we're on the same page. We don't want to make another mess for ourselves. You've caused enough of that already."

They were in the bus on their way to the hospital, when V started going over the story that they agreed upon, reciting it way too comfortably, giving off a sense of normalcy. It simply irked JK.

"It was us and a bunch of our other friends hanging out and goofing around. You and one of our other friends were arguing about self control in risky situations when the topic of strangulation came about. You were trying to prove how one can have better control over the situation if they stay calm and not panic. So in order to prove your point you ask that friend to strangle you. He ended up squeezing too hard and you ended up passing out before freeing yourself or even tell him that you couldn't really breathe."

"Right and where were you when this was happening?" – asked JK.

"I had gone to drink something, but when I heard the panicked cries of our friends I came rushing back to find you passed out on the floor."

"Good. Why didn't you immediately call the ambulance?" – JK kept quizzing V. He was getting more and more stressed and paranoid the more they got closer to their destination.

"Because I know some CPR and performed it as a first aid until you breathed again and we waited until you woke up, closely monitoring you making sure you were still breathing meanwhile."

"Why didn't we come to the hospital yesterday after I woke up?"

"Because you kept refusing to come, saying you were fine, but I eventually convinced you to, since I have read somewhere that death might occur even 36 hours later or even more."

"Alright, that's about it I think. What else will they ask? We'll just tell them we don't wish to press charges since it wasn't done with bad intentions and I'm as much at fault as the person who strangled me."

"Well," – says V, "They might call the police and ask you to write an official report for them stating that there was no issues with domestic violence and whatnot."

The fact that V knew so much about this and how unfazed he really was by the whole thing riled JK up from within, even more than before.

"Why do you know so much about this V?

V looked down and chuckled – "Been through it one too many times." – he smiled a sad and burdened one. We're here let's get off.

As they were walking to the hospital, JK couldn't stop wondering what might have happened to V, what he went through, why he has experience in these and it sure worried him. He felt so sorry that V and the other personalities have seen such horror at such a young age. He almost felt guilty for being angry at V, almost felt like just another thing that was unfair in V's life... almost. But he kept his ground. He couldn't have constant fear in his life. And he knew he would if he stayed with the man... After what he went through, who wouldn't? V was too unstable.

"Why this hospital though? I mean... there were closer ones. So, why this one?" – Asked V.

"Well, I didn't wish to run into anyone I might know. I just didn't want to risk it. Plus an older friend from college who graduated is a resident here. He might be able to help us lessen the questions and the suspicion. It's better to have someone who might be on our side." – replied JK, his voice emotionless but seeming resentful and full of spite.

"Alright, let's just get you to the ER and go from there. Maybe we can call your doctor friend to come and take care of you." – stated V, slowly breaking down, seeing JK so adamant on not forgiving him for his mistake, not even letting him explain.

"There is no need to call for him. He already mainly works in the ER. He's a quick thinker, doesn't cave while under stress. Keeps his head clear, his heart calm and does his job very well. So the doctors tend to keep him there a lot."

Every word that sounded from JK's mouth felt as daggers to his heart and shaved off a big portion of his self esteem: He wasn't a quick thinker, instead he reacted too quickly; he did cave under stress and didn't keep his head clear or his head calm when the time called for it. Instead he just attacked the person he loved at the first sign of danger. He was very scared; he genuinely started to believe he might not be as good for JK as he thought. But he did not accept it. For the life of him he wasn't planning to stop trying. He will do his bes-

V wasn't even aware they had already walked and reached the ER, when his thoughts were cut short when he saw JK jumping into the arms of a man. He saw he being engulfed in his arms as the man picked JK up and twirled a couple of times; his JK... his. V saw red. He saw red, but the thought of JK hating him even more danced in his mind.

It wasn't even a second later, one second too late for his liking, that he was next to the man is a white coat, who still had his baby boy in his embrace, swept off his feet. He squeezed his fists and with a trembling body and an unhealthy amount of rage packed inside himself, V warned – "Put. Him. Down... Right. Now."