✨MY LIGHT IN THE DARK ✨ || JIKOOK ✅

12.

JIMIN POV

Good morning, sweetheart.

Every morning over the next week I made sure to call and
text Jungkook.

Yes, part of it was my plan to make sure he understood how much love and care he deserved because even if I wasn't the one he ended up with, I wanted to make sure that Jungkook knew to demand more from the men he was with.

I wanted to show him what love looked like, so he'd always
know how to find it.

Selfishly, I also wanted to
make sure he still wanted me.

Our group of friends thought
of me as the tough alpha and Jungkook was the insecure omega but that wasn't always the case.

After years of pining after Jungkook and watching him go through the bottom of the barrel before picking me, I couldn't shake the feeling that there
was a reason he'd avoided me.

Hunter told me it was just his insecurity but I wasn't so sure yet.

Monday I called before going
into the office.

"Good morning, beautiful." I began.

"Good morning!"

His voice on the other end of
the line was sleep-roughed
and surprised.

He sounded happy to hear from me though, which I took as a good sign.

"Wanted to call to wish you a wonderful day and so you'd
know I was thinking about you."

"Oh."

It broke my heart to hear a slightly skeptical note in
that one exclamation.

"Thank you, Jimin."

"Same, Only for you."

"Sorry, I just woke up." He chuckled awkwardly.

I could tell his stumble was at the newness of what we were doing, which I took as a good sign.

"I'll talk to you later." I said, ending the call quickly so that
I didn't get sucked in and end
up late for work.

That night I refused to go over
to his house because I was worried if I ended up in private with him again that I wouldn't
be able to keep my hasty
pledge of abstinence.

I wasn't upset that I'd promised him I would treat him right before we went down that road together but his entire body
was so perfectly made.

I'd been waiting years to touch him had imagined exactly how he'd taste on my tongue and
now that I had permission, denying myself was the
hardest thing in the world.

I stayed strong however, so I could show him he was worth more than sex.

I could do this and in the end,
it would ensure our relationship remained strong and steady.

The only way we could be true partners was if he understood what a real relationship was like.

So Monday night I called him over the phone and we talked about everything and nothing, like we usually did.

Even after the way I'd been trying to show him I wanted him front and center in my life, as
we hung up the phone Jungkook whispered a quiet "thank you," and I knew he meant for
giving him the time of day.

He'd been doing that every
time we talked for more than
a minute or two.

How many broken hearts had it taken to get him to the point where not being a fucker required a thank you?