Help Me Touch You || Vkook ff

Chapter 32

A/N:

I'm so sorry this came so late my lovelies!! I just got so busy all of a sudden! No time to write or read! But I did the best I could for now. It's a bit of a filler, but an important part of the story. I'll be trying to get another chapter out within the next couple of days. No promises though. 

It's unedited. Duh. What were you expecting? It's Fae we're talking about here. 

I hope you enjoy! Here is chapter 32!

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It had been 2 minutes. 2 minutes since V lost consciousness, since JK started weeping with him in his arms, since guilt and fear started eating at JK, then 3 minutes, then 4... V was not waking up and JK's heart was beating faster by the minute. 'Should I try and wake him up? What if he shifts? What if TH comes out? How will I explain everything to him? Oh God! When will V come out if a shift happens? I have to apologize to him! Did he hear me saying I forgive him? I should put him down in case TH comes out."

Questions and worries were racing in JK's mind as he was placing V down onto the bed when he heard a whimper. His eyes darted to V's face, scanning to see if he was awakening.

"V?" – A hopeful JK softy asked.

The boy's eyes fluttered open as he slowly came to.

"K-Kookie?" – A barely audible, raspy voice was heard from the naked boy.

"Not V..." – said JK, unaware that he said it aloud, unsure of whether he was disappointed or glad.

JK knew it was time that TH came out. He had been gone for far too long... How many days had it been already? He had lost track of time ever since this mystery of a man forced his way into his life. But even as little as a week or 10 days would cause many problems for TH as he was a model. JK was sure the man's life was probably going to be chaotic as he was still to take control of his body. He felt somehow responsible for it. It was because of him that V was hanging on for dear life. V wanted to be with him so TH stayed locked away in his own mind as his life was left on hold.

JK was disappointed not only because it wasn't TH, but also because it wasn't V. The two of them were in the middle of a very important moment and that was left on hold as well.

"Are you disappointed that it's me Kookie?"

A soft sniffle, teary eyes and a broken looking Taetae made JK realize what he had done.

"Oh baby no! No, no never! I'm so glad you're here baby boy. I'm only worried about TH. Get that nasty thought out of your head okay? I'm so happy you're here." – JK said and hugged the endearing naked boy to his body, squeezing him in hopes of giving the boy some reassurance.

"Really?" – asked Taetae, nose buried in JK's chest, his voice muffled.

"Yes, little man, really."

JK was swaying side to side, calming the boy in his arms, sliding his fingertips over the boy's skin, caressing his back.

"Kookie?"

"Yes baby?"

"Why am I naked?"

JK was having a déjà vu. How come every time Taetae's around, he's caught in a ridiculously compromising situation? How does he get out of this one?

After taking a few quick seconds to think of a quick excuse, JK came back with a – "V was here before you baby, and um- and uh... he was trying to change his clothes and uh... I walked in and he panicked! And when he panicked he fainted and you came out."

"V fainted because you saw him naked?"

"Uhuh"

"That doesn't sound like V."

'Damn it Taetae! No more questions please!' – JK thought to himself.

"Well that's what happened sweetie." – JK said as he kept swaying and stroking Taetae's back.

"Kookie, can I have some clothes to wear?"

"Sure honey. Give me a minute. I'll give you something."

JK let go of Taetae, got off the bed and went to the closet to get a big T-shirt and shorts. He turned to bring them to Taetae when he heard a gradually rising whine.

JK rushed to Taetae – "What's wrong? What happened?" – He asked, worried.

"K-kookie... My wee-wee's alive! My wee-wee's standing up!" – Taetae's face held terror. He was genuinely terrified of one wee-wee that was still hard and proud since V was out.

Taetae reached out to touch it, fear and hesitation evident in his demeanor. JK couldn't roll the cautionary words off his tongue quite in time. Taetae already had it in his hand, his eyes bulging out. The horror!

"K-k-kookie!! Kookie! It's so hard! It's going to explode!"

Taetae was trembling. Taetae was hyperventilating. He was panicked and didn't understand why his wee-wee was about to explode. And it hurt!

"Baby boy, calm down. Sh-sh-sh. Don't worry." – JK said as he inched closer to the boy, throwing the shirt and shorts onto the bed and grabbing Taetae's cheeks. He bore into his eyes and tried to hold his focus. And he seemed to be succeeding.

"Baby, listen to me. Are you listening to me?"

Taetae nodded as he trembled still.

'Good. I can bring him down from this.' – JK thought to himself as he rubbed Taetae's cheeks with his thumbs.

"I need you to relax and breathe for me. Deep breaths, yea?"

Taetae nodded once again.

"So I need you to listen and hear what I'm saying, baby. You know whatever is happening to your we-... wee-wee is completely normal. It happens to every guy. It happens to me. In fact it happened a little while ago. You just don't pay attention to it and it goes away in a little while. Alright?" – JK explained and Taetae nodded yet again, still unable to get words out.

JK noticed Taetae gradually calming down. His breaths got slower and slower until they were at a normal rate.

JK did not fail to keep the eye contact. It seemed to be helping Taetae to concentrate on him.

When Taetae was fully stable again, JK let go of the latter's face and picked the "pajamas" back up and handed them to little Taetae.

"No underwear?"- Taetae asked softly.

"No baby. We can't share underwear. Just get the shorts on and let's sleep yea? I'm very tired and I'm sure you are too."

"okay Kookie." – Obeyed Taetae, wearing the clothes and getting under covers, where JK had already buried himself, too drained to even wait for the "younger" to get in first.

"Good night Kookie."

"Goodnight, baby boy."

"...Kookie?"

JK sighed.

"Yes lovely?"

"Why is my wee-wee hard?"