Help Me Touch You || Vkook ff

Chapter 74

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Remember non consensual sex, as in rape is bad, and it's mentioned again in this chapter. If anyone feels triggered by that HEED MY WARNING. Also is it possible to weep at something you yourself write? SMH. 

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Jungkook was deep into his sleep, on one of the many adventures, rather weird ones at that, that his dreams seem to take him on. At one point he tried to decipher the meanings behind them as a psychologist but he later gave that up. He could never find sense of any kind behind the horror of seeing a Neanderthal sensually licking the interdigital space of his toes, nor did he want to spend any more time thinking about said scenario than he had to. It's been years since Jungkook saw a normal, pleasant, less than traumatizing dream that did not have him questioning the mechanisms of his brain and its normality, or his downright sanity. He doesn't ever remember the last time. And while he was busy being chased in a prairie and then getting caught, getting tossed and turned like a teddy bear by that same Neanderthal that seemed to be a regular guest in his dreams, he felt as though all that tossing and turning were feeling rather real. And as he slowly came to and slightly cracked open, barely, one of his eyes, he found himself being manhandled and plumped up into the perfect cushion by one very unnecessarily awake man that was too focused on the task at hand; the task being throwing Jungkook's arm around and trying to find the perfect position to lie onto his chest and rewrapping himself with said arm.

"V? What're you doing? Damn. You woke me, love. Are you okay?" – Jungkook mumbled, hardly audibly.

"Oh! Sorry Kookie. I tried to not wake you. But I really needed to be in your arms. I can't sleep."

Jungkook rubbed at his one open eye to be able to urge it to open up some more. His face showed the effort he was putting into staying awake.

"Taetae?"

Taetae nodded.

"Aw, come here baby."

Jungkook opened both arms and gladly accepted his little baby into his arms.

Taetae shaped himself into the mold of Jungkook's body and stuck to him like glue. When gone back inside in fear, he had been needing the warmth, the reassurance of safety that cooping up into that small space seemed to give him. Maybe the smell of Jungkook helped to. Jungkook smelled like home, he smelled like everything Taetae never had but received when Jungkook walked back into his life after so many years.

"I'm sorry I ran away Kookie. We were supposed to be together and eat ice cream. I'm sorry for leaving you like that."

"Oh baby no. You don't have to be sorry. You never have to be sorry for things like that, okay baby?"

"Okay."

"Did that man touch you?"

Taetae shook his head for a no.

"Did he say anything bad to you?"

"No, he just tried to call for Taehyung. But I don't like him he scares me and makes me remember bad things. I don't like remembering bad things." – Taetae sniffled as he spoke in a broken voice and it broke Jungkook's heart to pieces.

"Oh baby I'm so sorry for leaving you alone. I should have taken you with me."

"No, Kookie. It was not your fault. I'm just a big baby."

"Baby, I'm sorry for asking you about the past but I want to know. Did he ever touch you before? Or did he touch Taehyung and V? Like that mean uncle?"

"No but he made Taehyung feel very, very bad. Taehyung begged him to help tell his parents that he wasn't lying, that we were living with him. But when they asked him if he noticed if it was really like that or not, he told them that he was a child that had a wild imagination. He was the one that spent time taking care of Taehyung. Taehyung trusted him, but he got betrayed. After that Taehyung stopped trying and pretended like we didn't exist. And because of that his uncle kept hurting V over and over again and no one was ever there to help him. That's V started hating Taehyung."

Jungkook tried to swallow the tears that got stuck in his throat like a damn rock. He thought to himself – 'This is why you don't get personally involved with patients. It starts to hurt like a bitch, especially when they become your lover.'

He blinked the tears away and asked with a strained voice.

"Does V know that you're telling me all this?"

Taetae nodded – "He told me it was okay to say. And he says to tell you to stop hurting about it. He says everything is okay now and he is very happy. He says to tell you that if the life he's lived till now lead him to you, then if ever given the chance to change it, he would live it exactly the same way all over again just so he could end up right here with you."

Jungkook broke down crying, any self restraint he had going down with him. He sobbed as he hugged Taetae tightly pressing him to his chest, he sniffed his hair and kissed his head and maybe if it he could have pressed him through his chest, straight into his heart, he would have. Maybe that sounded morbidly dark, but Jungkook felt like he wanted to merge their bodies into one. The intensity of what he felt for V and Taetae, heck even Taehyung, was difficult to put into words, they were difficult to express in any form. He just knew he wanted to be with this perfectly imperfect creature that was in his arms forever. Though forever seemed too big of a commitment to the normal man, it seemed to lack in greatness for Jungkook. He wish there could be something greater he could give to them than a mere 'forever'.

"Don't cry Kookie. I'll be sad." – whispered Taetae as he kept patting Jungkook's back in calming manner. The motion ended up slowly and gradually putting Jungkook in a tranquil static.

"Kookie, V says he would have given you a kiss to calm you if he were here. But he says it's okay because he stole one before letting me out."

It would have been a weird thing to see Jungkook chuckling with partly dried tears smeared all over his face without any context as to what had been happening up to that particular moment in time. But to know the full extent of the various emotions that the man went through in the span of a few minutes made this moment the great one that it was.

Taetae was asleep in almost no time, the beat of Jungkook's heart lulling him to sleep.

Jungkook smiled through the rest of the night, or until he fell back into sweet slumber, returning to his dreams, but this time, for the first time in a long time, he dreamed of running through the prairie with V by his side, fingers interlocked, laughing.

What a thing to be – a lover.