✨MY LIGHT IN THE DARK ✨ || JIKOOK ✅

32.

JIMIN POV

I was fuming as Jih held my arms and forced me to stand
still and watch Jiwoo just walk
on out of the station as if he'd done nothing wrong.

I couldn't believe he'd
strolled in there at all.

Waltzed on in as if he owned
the place, demanded his
brother fucking got his
brother, something I wanted
to take up with the sheriff
and then disappeared right
on out again without a care
in the world but with one
last glance for my Jungkook.

Shit, is Jungkook okay?

I turned to look at him and
what I saw made my heart
stop a moment.

He sat in the chair next to
my desk and he looked as
if nothing had happened.

He was too still, staring
forward, blinking occasionally.

Not ruffled.

Not scared.

Not anything.

It was utterly terrifying.

Jih loosened his grip when he noticed my attention shift to Jungkook and he let me go.

I wanted to wrap Jungkook in
my arms but I didn't know how.

I didn't know if I could touch
him at all.

He looked like he was holding himself numb somewhere else, somewhere that wasn't
mentally here.

If he was happy there, happier than he'd been in weeks with
me here, then I didn't want
to force him to come back.

I wanted him to get to stay
as long as he wanted.

I looked at Bryce, the FBI agent who had agreed to 'babysitting' duty, hoping he had some
idea of what was going on.

Since the call, he mouthed at me, sending a concerned
glance in Jungkook's direction.

This was bad.

This what was needed my
focus.

It reminded me of the lead-up
to Jungkook's shower break down, which still chilled me
to think about.

I sent a look at Jih, silently letting him know I was about
to take off.

He nodded, understanding
and agreeing where my
priorities should lie.

He'd told me earlier that day
that I had to do everything in
my power to hold on to Jungkook, to make sure this mess didn't come between us.

I was worried it was already
too late but I wasn't going to give up trying.

I was a detective after all.

We never won unless we
never gave up.

I stopped worrying about whether or not Jungkook
was going to fall apart and I wrapped him in my arms.

Something inside of him
seemed to melt then, at least that's what it felt like to me, because suddenly he was loose against me, clinging to me
and my chest was wet as he began to cry against my shirt.

Not wanting to become another show for the curious deputies in the department, I pulled us into the nearby conference room.

I'd seen a lot of people cry in
this room but everything in
me ached to get him to stop.

"Shh love, I'd got you." I whispered over and over
into his ear.

"I've got you."

"I know." He breathed
back into my neck.