✨MY LIGHT IN THE DARK ✨ || JIKOOK ✅

29.

JIMIN POV

It was the beginning of
August, three weeks since
we'd managed to get the kid talking and he'd given us all
the information we needed on the locations he knew of where Jiwoo had set up drug labs.

Jih, a friendly omega tech
guy named Sam who liked to smile at Jih, Dubois and
myself were all crammed
into the back of a sweltering white unmarked van.

We had fans running and a cooler full of ice that we kept munching but they weren't enough.

My clothes still stuck to
my body.

We had a major breakthrough
in the case, and everyone was
in on the operation now.

Our sheriff's station, the
state police and the FBI.

Luckily, because of Tae's connections to Dubois and our own partnership with him,
we were able to retain much
of our independence and
control over the investigation, despite the fact that the
FBI had stepped in with us.

Life had been going well and even though we hadn't solved the case yet we were all hopeful that it was about to close, all feeling that cop itch you get
right before you close a case when you just know you've
got the bastard and they
have nowhere left to run.

At home things were even
better. Well, mostly.

Jungkook had moved in, let
his lease go and made my
home his, too.

It was everything I'd never
let myself dream of.

His clothes had taken much
more than the half of the
closet I'd emptied for him
and I didn't care.

I let my bath towel go too
long between washes because
I never thought of doing the laundry and he didn't care.

He loved watching these
shows that before when we'd
just been friends, I'd never let him force me to watch but I didn't mind watching them
with him anymore, not when
he was cuddled in my arms
and I could watch him
instead of the screen.

Sure, there were moments
when it wasn't perfect and something we were watching would hit a little too close to home and we would pause
the show right in the middle
to look at each other a
moment, both afraid the
other would disappear.

We knew we were living
on a knife's point.

We couldn't forget the reason why Jungkook had moved in
with me in the first place,
even if we never mentioned
it to each other.

There were moments when
there was a beat in our joyful conversation or a pause in between our teasing, when
it was as if the world stopped turning and the air froze solid

I knew he was afraid.

I also knew, months into
this case, that he was getting tired of me staying on the
case and not quitting.

I knew he'd never ask me to
step away but I knew each
day I didn't volunteer myself
for a different assignment was another day he grew just the slightest bit more resentful.

That was why today was
so important.

Today as I sat with Jih and Dubois, staring without
blinking at the monitor in
the surveillance van, we
watched the teams of cops
and agents move to raid
each of the locations the
kid had told us about.

We were getting ready to
burn down all the hidey-holes Jiwoo had spent years constructing for his illegal operations.

I was embarrassed to be
holding my breath as we
watched the launch of the
first location raid.