𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎| Vkook

2

"Do you need to?"

"I don't know yet." It was a lie as soon as I said it  I did know.

"I love you, jeongguk." V's voice was low and intense, utterly serious. It was out of character for him. "I love you more than anything."

"I know," I said softly. "I love you, too." And I did. But love just wasn't enough.

I got through college and my first few jobs. It was a bit of a fumbling start to my career, but I had a hard time focusing. My rock, the one person I could always turn to in times of crisis, was no longer reliable. My best friend and lover's existence had been brought into question, and I needed more than his word to make it better. I tried to date a little, having come out of the closet to no great fanfare, but with V around it was impossible to get close to anyone else, even when he wasn't in the room. I loved him too much to get serious with another.

Now I was less than a month away from my twenty two birthday, and I had never gone beyond first base with someone I could touch. Fucking ridiculous. I knew if I didn't make it happen now, while I was still young and pretty good-looking, it wouldn't happen. I would resign myself to a one-sided relationship with V and that would be my fate. To that end, I started investigating. Ghosts, demons, hallucinations and everything in-between. My looking both amused and annoyed V. Things were tense between us like they'd never been before, and I knew that it was all my fault. Then again, for all I knew it was a split-personality thing and I was just tense and angry at myself. Not knowing was driving me crazy. Love him or not, I had to figure out the truth.

***

I made an appointment with the psychiatrist for Friday. It was the earliest he had available. By the end of the work day word had gotten around, completely independent of me, that Mr Yang was going to be fired.

Mr. Yang was a terrible boss. He was rude to the women and a pervert to the men, and to those of whom he really didn't like he could be downright cruel. I hated being around him, and V knew it. He always stayed with me when I had to deal with him, and today I was glad he did.

I had an office. Okay, so it had once been a closet probably, but it was my own office. I kept the door shut at all times. There were no windows so I couldn't look out into the hall, but I didn't need them to know whose heavy step was coming my way. He didn't even pause outside my door. He just shoved it open and barged right it.

"You think this is funny, jeon ?"

"What?"

"This!" He threw his pink slip down on my desk. "I know this is your fucking fault, faggot."

"I didn't talk to them about you..." I couldn't help it. I glanced nervously over at V.

"What, looking for your imaginary friend?" He sneered at me, his thick red face bright and sweating. "The one you were screaming at last Thursday, you little freak show?"

Why was the insulation in this place so good? Why wasn't anyone coming? "I..."

"Fuck this," V muttered. He stepped forward and into Mr. Yang. I mean completely into him, so that I couldn't see him anymore, and yet I knew he was still there. The change in my former boss was immediate. His breathing stopped for a moment, and when it started again it was relaxed instead of hard and heavy. His bulging blue eyes glinted hazel, and he winked at me. Then he walked away.

"Holy shit," I whispered. "Holy shit." I had no idea V could do that. I knew he could mess with people, but I didn't know he could completely take them over.

In a few minutes V came back. He looked pretty pleased. "I dropped him off in his office."

"How did you do that?" I asked faintly.