MY ALPHA'S TOUCH || JIKOOK ✅

6

JIMIN POV

Dam the electrician and his
shitty timing!

That moment between Jungkook and I was completely ruined by one inopportune call.

A moment that I'll never be able to get back.

I try to force myself to focus
on my work but it's difficult
to get anything done now.

My thoughts are constantly being drawn back to Jungkook, I catch myself wondering what his lips taste like or what his slender frame would feel like in my arms.

I feel like every single part of my body is telling me to make him mine and yet, I'm paralyzed by the worry that if I make a move that's too aggressive, I'll chase him away forever.

I've never had an omega capture my attention so fully before.

Everything about him occupies my thoughts and now that he's gone, I feel like I'm going crazy.

The only good thing about his absence is that it gives me the chance for a little clarity.

I realize that my earlier anxiety wasn't because of him but because of all of these strange emotions I've never felt before.

It's more than just desire or attraction that's driving me, It's as if my very biology is telling me he's the one I need in my life.

More than once, I pull out my phone to call him but I worry that I'll come across as too needy, so I put it away again.

I get a little work done and manage to get the computers plugged into several different circuits across the house.

It's not ideal but separating
them seems to keep the lights from doing their crazy flickering dance again.

At least the house is warm now.

The fire Jungkook started has been burning well all afternoon and I've been slowly feeding it to keep it going.

If I'm lucky, I can keep it going until the electrician or the furnace guy or whoever manages to figure out what's causing all my problems.

It's early evening when I pick up my phone to text Jungkook and set it down for the third time in a row.

I know I'm obsessing a little bit but I'm not sure what else I can do at this point.

He's all I can think about and I feel like I need to tell him that.

I just can't come up with a way to say it that doesn't sound like a creepy stalker.

I sink back into my computer chair and shake my head in frustration.

What am I supposed to do?

I suck at normal social interactions so how am I supposed to handle potentially romantic ones?

I push my phone across the table and turn back to the computer diagnostic I just finished.

As I scroll through the data log looking for abnormalities, the temperature in the room drops several degrees and the light from the fire begins to dim.

My gaze turns toward the fireplace where the flames have died down considerably despite the fact that there doesn't seem to be anything wrong.

I rise from my chair and approach the fireplace slowly.

The heat of the fire is already beginning to wane and a moment later, the flames sputter and go out completely.

Great, on top of everything else that's going on, now I'm gonna have to hope I don't freeze tonight.