Help Me Touch You || Vkook ff

Chapter 27

A/N:

A little late but here it is! Another one coming in 2-3 days!! It's unedited of course. 

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Awkward: the single word that could explain the situation that the three young men were in, the one word that even came close to describing it. Yet it lacked. The word still lacked.

After the bone-chilling command of V, that sounded much too similar to a threat, the three were together around one of the ER's bed, on which JK was seated, the young resident and mister I'm-barely-keeping-it-together V standing in front of him, strange questioning glances thrown at each other. Each one wondered about something and tried to seek the answer by staring holes into each other, air so thick with discomfort and tension that one could cut it with a knife. It was so uncomfortable that JK almost cringed.

"So..." – JK sang out attempting to disintegrate this painful tension that only seemed to get heavier and thicker, when the young doctor cut in.

"Why are you here again? Mind telling me?" – the resident seemed to sense there was something out of the ordinary, something more to the story he briefly heard a couple of minutes ago. He could almost smell the stress of secrecy and jealousy from V.

"Like I said, I had friends over and we were messing around, long story short I was strangled. V here wanted to make sure I was alright so he forced me to come to a hospital."

The resident turned to look at V once more, analyzing.

"Who is sir aggressive piece of hunk?" – asked the resident, (whose name the author should have revealed by now but it slipped her mind, so she will do it in the next few sentences) pointing at V and giving him the stink eye.

"He's a friend, Jiwoon. And he's not aggressive. He's just a bid overprotective." – justified JK.

"You can call it protectiveness all you want. I know jealousy when I see it. Look at him man. He can hear us talk about him and he's still staring daggers into my eyes."

"Whatever, Jiwoon. Let it go. Just do the check-up and let's get it over with."

"I'm afraid that's not how it works bud. First I have to get your HONEST story in DETAIL, then you have to answer my questions, then I will start to do your examination, physical or otherwise."

V flinched at the word physical. He himself was not too sure why. What did it spark in him? A memory of his and JK's intimacy? Or maybe the fear of Jiwoon touching his JK more than he'd like in the name of an examination? Maybe he remembered how he almost cut off JK's airflow to his lungs with his own two hands... Whatever the reason, the word didn't sit well with V and Jiwoon noticed it.

"But before we do that..." – Jiwoon trailed off – "first tell me how do you know this guy?"

V's eyes shot to JK in loss. They hadn't thought that question could come up.

"I told you he's a friend..." – reminded JK.

"Since when do you hang out with models? JK I know all your friends..."

JK's eyes shot open so wide, panic evident on his face, but V came to his rescue with – "We're childhood friends... We've known each other long before I ever thought of becoming a model. Is that quite alright with you, doctor? And if so, may we please get on with it? Some people are worried about their friend's wellbeing..."

Jiwoon turned to JK for confirmation and was only satisfied when JK gave a reassuring nod.

"Well okay then, JK. Tell me everything from the beginning."

And JK started telling the story as they planned up to when he supposedly passed out and said that the next thing he remembered is just waking up to find his friends worried about him. That's when the attention shifted to V and the latter filled in the details of when JK was passed out; again as planned.

"Okay guys. I will have to let the authorities know-"

JK interrupted Jiwoon.

"Bro, please. Just don't... spare me the hassle of dealing with cops. We were messing around. You know how guys get when together. Please."

"Bud, I can't. I have to fill in your file. And I have to write down the cause of your examination as strangulation. That means I am legally forced to let the authorities know. You're going to have to handle it afterwards. I'd do anything for you, you know that. But my hands are tied. I can't bypass this. Not without possibly harming my career." – Jiwoon made sure to explain.

"It's alright bro, I understand. It was wrong of me to even ask. Sorry."

"Don't apologize. If I could do it for anyone I would do it for you."

V was getting deep fried in a pool of anger, envy and jealousy. Not a good place for V to be. Someone else being ready to do anything for his JK, someone else being that close to is JK, someone else getting to hug or lift his JK, all of it filled V's insides gut-wrenching discontent and uneasiness. V was very displeased that JK was not a complete loner. He wishes he could lock this boy up away from everyone forever.

Love is not jealous? HUH! Impossible. Whoever said that has clearly never been in love with JK... this tease of a man that seems to be set out to destroy the last bit of rationality he has left.

V was just about to focus his messy thoughts back on the important matter at hand – JK's wellbeing, when the world dimmed and all he saw was the young doctor's palms on the sides of JK's neck, face closing in on it.

"No! Don't touch him! He's mine!" – V dropped to his knees, eyes filled to the brim with tears. It was so obvious that since he was trying to restrain attacking Jiwoon, the pent up anger just flowed out as tears.

Now, to the rest of the world the situation was simple: a doctor was examining by looking and palpation one JK's neck.

To V it looked like something far from what it was. It looked like JK finally reunited with a possible former crush, whose hands were on JK's neck slowly guiding him close to his lips. It looked like JK was being stolen away. Was JK doing this on purpose? Was he trying to break his heart as revenge for his mistake?

Meanwhile, when V completely zoned out ofreality and into his own imagination, one handsome young doctor asked his oldfriend – "What the hell have you done to this boy? You've driven him insane!"