✨MY LIGHT IN THE DARK ✨ || JIKOOK ✅

3.

JIMIN POV

"Because Jimin, I don't
deserve the alpha I want."

Fuck.

I rubbed a slow circle against my temple with my pointer finger as I sat at my desk in the station.

I had work to do, damn it—important work but instead,
here I was, hours into the day already, unable to focus on anything except the echo of Jungkook's voice in my head.

Last night I'd helped Jungkook into the house when it was clear he couldn't get in on his own.

He'd dropped his keys twice before I confiscated them and unlocked the door myself, dragging him directly to his bed.

And god, how wonderful that room had smelled, the slightest bit sweet, just like him.

With anyone else, that level of drunkenness would have been infuriating but with Jungkook I couldn't help but feel like it was how he was supposed to be—assertive and bold.

I wished he could be that way without the alcoholic crutch.

I don't deserve the alpha I want.

What did he mean by that?

What man could Jungkook
want that he couldn't have?

I couldn't think of an omega more deserving of love and affection than Jungkook.

Was it someone he saw every day?

A fellow aspiring nurse, maybe?

Did he purposefully sit right behind him in class so that he could be close, maybe catch
his eye one day?

Or was it someone Jungkook
saw at the coffee shop every morning when he ordered those ridiculously complicated drinks I could never remember the details of, though not for lack
of trying.

Did he exchange smiles and flirting at the register?

My fists clenched on the top of the desk even though I didn't want to feel that way here at work.

Did the barista maybe throw in
a free cookie along with his coffee every morning?

I would, if Jungkook were
flirting with me.

"Earth to Jimin."

"Snap out of it, man." My partner, Jih, stood frowning
at the edge of my desk.

As I looked up at him, the
room came back into focus.

It was small.

There weren't that many of us who worked here at the station and there were a few curious eyes pointed our direction.

Jih wasn't exactly subtle
when he wasn't in the field.

"Big case, lots at stake, you
with me?" he asked.

He was teasing but I also knew
I needed to pull myself together.

This case was important, not
the least because it was hobi's father's case and I wanted to give my good friend the closure he so desperately needed.

I nodded to Jih and he walked away probably to get his regular green tea, the surprisingly
dainty drink my tank of a partner insisted on consuming every morning before he began work.

The feeling that something was off with today lingered in my gut.

Nothing had happened recently at work, though.

The case was tough, but we
were moving forward.

Dinner last night had been just what we all needed.