✨MY LIGHT IN THE DARK ✨ || JIKOOK ✅

11.

JUNGKOOK POV

I couldn't believe I was doing it.

After all this time, I was
kissing Jimin.

I had no idea what had come over me but I didn't want to
pull away.

I made the touch soft, just a brush of my lips against his but that didn't stop the electricity from sparking through every
cell of my body.

This.

This was what I'd always wanted.

I breathed in his musky scent.

Jimin was my alpha and I think I'd always known it.

He kissed me in return, sucking on my bottom lip.

It felt so sweet and good.

I slipped my hands onto his waist and wanted to tug him closer.

What if he was just humoring me after a traumatic experience?

That thought was like a splash
of cold water on my face.

Fuck, that's probably exactly what this was.

Pulling away, I whispered a soft "thank you" hoping to brush the kiss aside as a friend seeking comfort a moment we wouldn't need to talk about again.

He stunned me still when he gripped the sides of my neck
in both hands and guided me toward him again for another kiss.

The one wasn't soft.

He caressed his tongue over mine and I groaned with the tingling sensation that
shivered through my stomach.

I absolutely melted, barely believing that Jimin was kissing me like this, like he wanted
me as more than a friend.

He edged closer between my
legs and I was sure that if we weren't sitting in a bar, he'd already have ripped my clothes off.

Vulnerability washed over me
at how I was spread open and ready for him to push close to me.

He moved back far enough to dance the tip of his tongue
along the seam of my lips.

I opened eagerly, wondering just how far he'd want to go, how much more of Jimin I'd have before he was inevitably taken away from me.

He took possession of my
mouth and forced a soft moan from me, sweeping inside and taking what was left of my resolve to hold back and keep myself protected from disappointment.

When Jimin eased away,
I was surprised to see a
dazed look in his hazel eyes.

Without giving it much
though, I brushed my fingers through his hair.

It was almost like he was as affected by the kiss as I was.

After a moment, he fixed his gaze on me, searing into me almost as hotly as the kiss had.

"You're coming home with me."

He said, voice more gravelly than I'd imagined when I was alone.

"Sure." I answered, unable to even roll my eyes at my own unrestrained excitement.

He pulled me out of the bar, calling to our friendly bartender that he'd return the icepack
later before dropping his arm protectively around my shoulder and walking with me to his truck.

He was quiet.

I was too overwhelmed to break the silence so I let him place
me in his truck, even do up my seatbelt.