✨MY LIGHT IN THE DARK ✨ || JIKOOK ✅

16.

JIMIN POV

After a slow start, Jungkook didn't take long to decide what he wanted to pack.

It seemed he was in just as much of a hurry as I was to
get out of there.

He glanced through the
window toward the driveway each time he passed between
his closet and his bed where
he'd thrown his suitcase.

I knew he was worried.

I felt it too, the violation that someone who had meant him harm had been there in that driveway, one windowpane
away from Jungkook.

I itched to take him in my arms again but didn't want to hinder us getting out of there as
quickly as possible.

As Jungkook folded his clothes into the suitcase, his hands began to shake.

He hadn't spoken since we'd come into the bedroom and I
had lost track of his thoughts
as they darted across his face.

I didn't know what dark place
his mind had taken him but I knew I didn't want him to be there alone.

I moved towards him.

He glanced at me with a 'please stay away' look that had me stopping so fast I threw out a hand to brace myself on the
end of the bed.

Watching him try to fold his clothes was torture.

Each time he nearly managed a fold, his trembling hands would fling the clothes out of order again and leave him with a mess.

Each time he took a deep
breath and started again.

I could feel his fear and frustration filling the room.

Finally he broke and not a moment too soon because I would have beaten him to it if
he hadn't.

My patience for watching this man I cared about so much
move around, clearly in pain, was very limited.

He just shoved the rest of his clothes into his suitcase,
stuffing them, leaving them
in crumpled piles.

He zipped the suitcase closed without a second thought.

He turned to the door and glanced at me standing
beside the bed. He nodded.

He was ready to go.

At the last second, he snagged
a book off the nightstand.

I let him leave the room first, wanting to have his back.

As we walked out of the house,
I noticed that one of his shirt
tails had been zipped into the suitcase.

I wanted to fix it for him but
it seemed better not to
comment right then.

We had enough problems.

Our drive back to my house
was stone silent.

I didn't know what to do, if I should break it so I left things alone, letting Jungkook process whatever he needed to before
he spoke.

I reminded myself that he hadn't chosen this life the way I had, that this was the first time he'd faced this kind of threat.

I wasn't entirely used to it
yet, either.

I wasn't one of those guys who had been working cases for
thirty years but I was more
jaded already than I'd like.

I just hoped he didn't hate me for being the one who dragged him into this part of the world.

As we drove in silence, I promised myself I would
keep him safe.

Finally after what felt like
forever, we reached my house.