✨MY LIGHT IN THE DARK ✨ || JIKOOK ✅

28.

JUNGKOOK POV

With Jimin finally finding a
break in his case, he was
more busy than usual
trying to nail Jiwoo for good.

I was happy for him but it
meant I barely saw him.

I couldn't believe how
greedy I'd gotten.

A few months ago I would have accepted any scrap of attention from Jimin that led me to
believe he was interested
in me as more than a friend.

Now?

Now I pouted when I went a whole day only seeing him in
the morning and evening in
our bed.

Our bed.

I'd started to call it that even though we weren't officially
living together yet.

I still had my apartment but
I wasn't so sure I wanted
to anymore.

It was hard to imagine ever leaving Jimin or ever living
on my own again.

Truth be told, I wanted to
stay here forever, sleeping in
his bed every night, letting
him into my body.

I wanted to learn even more about him to get to know him
in all his moods, to see him
lose control and find bliss
with me.

I wanted a family with him.

I wanted a home.

How to bring it all up in the middle of such an investigation?

He'd told me numerous
times that he was waiting
with me on... well, all the
baby stuff, until after he
had Jiwoo behind bars.

I understood why, he didn't
want to bring us any closer together until the danger
had passed.

It was safer for us both.

I got it.

I did.

But at the same time I hated it.

I wanted to get closer.

I craved it.

I wanted my belly to swell
with his child.

I wanted to call this house
our home.

I wanted to call him my
husband, not just my new boyfriend, Jimin.

I wanted to call him my
alpha, not just my lover.

I wanted to be his.

And I wanted him to be mine.

I felt like we'd been being
safe for a long time, too long.

Even before we got together,
we had both been playing it
safe pretending we didn't
have feelings for each other.

And really, at the end of the
day, once Jiwoo was behind
bars there would just be a
new case, hopefully not as dangerous but Jiwoo hadn't chosen a safe job, either.

I actually almost picked up
the phone to call him, to tell
him all of this but then I remembered his face when
he got home most nights
these days.

The defeated slump of his shoulders, the tiredness
etched into his skin in a
way that looked like it
might never go away.

Now wasn't the time to ask
for more from him, now
was the time to support
him in any way I could.

I couldn't be selfish right now.

I needed to be strong and wait.

I also needed to get up and get ready to go see my parents.