Help Me Touch You || Vkook ff

Chapter 28

A/N:

Hey lovelies! I'm going to keep it short. I might put up another chapter after this one but i will not promise it. If i can make enough time to write it i will. 

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Without further holdup, here is chapter 28! Enjoy!

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"What the fuck, V?!"

JK had apologized and had taken V a few good meters away from Jiwoon to give V a piece of his triggered mind.

"I'll have you know that this is not the way to act if you don't want to seem suspicious! Are you trying to get caught and make me a liar?!" – JK was getting more and more frustrated – "Let me tell you once and for all... Whatever we had between us, whatever claim you thought you had over me, whatever pull, it's gone. You lost it when you put your hands around my throat. Get that through your thick head."

JK lied through his teeth. He wasn't sure if he was trying to convince V or himself. But he knew all too well V would still be able to pull him in, which is why he has to make a run for it if he wants to get out of these shackles V had placed on him to which V himself was oblivious.

"Bab- JK I'm sorry. I promise it was just a reflex. You just don't understand! Other men touching you is – ugh, it's driving me mad! I felt like ripping his heart out when he touched you! 'Cause seeing his hands all over you felt like someone was ripping out mine! Baby please, baby. Please! Give me one chance. One! Let me make it right. I swear you don't have to worry. I will NEVER lay a finger on you as an act of violence ever again!"

"You're right. You won't. I know. Because you won't be around me. And I won't have to fear for my life when I'm being intimate with my lover. And you won't feel like someone is ripping your heart out. For God's sake he was trying to examine me to see if YOU had done some serious damage. You asked me to get checked. Remember?" – JK sighed – "Let's just go and get this over with so we could stop tormenting each other. We'll walk away and leave each other be; live in peace."

JK could see V breaking. Heck, he was breaking. But this needed to be done. At least he thought so. So he turned around and walked to Jiwoon and V's tears just flowed. He broke. All that confidence seemed to vanish, as though it was a façade, but it was not. It's just that he broke. How much misfortune can one person take? He ran out of the hospital, his hands trying to hide his face as though to hang on to the last shred of pride, of resilience, trying his best to shield his weak demeanor afraid to leave such an impression on JK as well as himself. He needed to get out and take a breath. He had to become who he is again: a strong man with an impregnable heart. Although he liked the power JK had over him when everything was alright, but he did not enjoy the fact that the said boy could reduce him to such a pathetic state.

JK went back to his resident friend, in dire need of a distraction, as it was getting more difficult to resist the urge to run after V and tell him to forget about it all. Maybe getting examined would be enough of a diversion. And as JK reached his bed and his friend the examination resumed; so did the conversation.

"So! Do you want to tell me what's going on with you and mister model?"

"Wha- nothing! What do you mean?"

"Oh please! There's something going on between you two. You reek of drama. So spill it, before I start my work or you're going to be stuck in this hospital for much longer than you anticipated."

"Jiwoon." – JK sighed, scratching his forehead, obviously feeling a great deal of discontent being questioned like a criminal like this. "It's not a big deal bro. We had a little thing going on for a little bit of time but I ended it recently. It's not even worth mentioning. He's just a bit too... emotional. You know? Let's drop it yea?"

"How can you say it's not worth it? I thought you said he was a childhood friend. Of course it would affect him! It's crazy how you're training to be a psychologist who cares for others' mental health yet you cause mental damage to the people who care for you...But I knew it, you know; that there was something between you two, that he was hurting. It's painfully obvious; almost as we were or I was when I was pining over you." – Jiwoon said and lowered his eyes to his hands and absentmindedly started to fiddle with his fingers.

"Jiwoo-"

"I know. I'm over it as over as I can be." – Jiwoon interrupted JK. "But no one is ever over someone a 100 percent. I mean, it's been a year now... Do you not realize what today is?"

"It's... um... um... What is it?"

"It's July 25th , JK." – reminded Jiwoon and watched as JK's face froze as the latter now understood what was happening. He felt rather stupid and insensitive. He realized how all of it must have made Jiwoon feel; the young unfortunate thing. And with V being there, and the situation which he just explained he was in. God! He must seem like the biggest jerk to Jiwoon right now.

'The fuck is wrong with you?' – JK thought to himself, his head hung low, feeling like a shameful asshole when he heard his friend deliver the next few words – "That's right. One year ago, today, you dumped me." Jiwoon seemed to enunciate the last three words.

It really sent shocks throughout JK's body, the way Jiwoon spit out those words. But he couldn't really say anything; it wasn't even fair of him to feel upset at them after what he put the young resident through a year ago. It was a wonder that the man even remained his friend. Not many could have been so devoted to a friendship. JK didn't think that any word would or could leave him feeling as wound up and overwrought as those three little words at this moment. That was until he heard one that could. A word from one very confused, very distressed and unnerved yet also very outraged. One simple yet striking word.

"What?"