✨MY LIGHT IN THE DARK ✨ || JIKOOK ✅

35.

JIMIN POV

It was the middle of the night near the end of November, almost two more months of anxiety, worry and waiting,
when my phone rang.

Jungkook was asleep in my
arms and I hugged him
tighter to me as I reached
behind me to the nightstand where the phone rested in
case of emergencies.

There was no reason I could think of for the phone to
ring in the middle of the
night except an emergency.

My brain, that had been
attuned to bad news for over
half a year now, could only imagine the worst-case
scenario.

Someone dead.

Someone hurt.

Jiwoo gone forever.

"What's wrong?" I asked,
warily answering the phone.

I didn't bother with greetings, not at that time of night, not
with the speed of my beating heart.

"Dubois." he identified himself
on the other end of the line.

There was something in his voice.

Something I hadn't heard
before.

I pulled my arm out from
under Jungkook and sat
up in bed.

"Come to the station." Dubois continued, without preamble,

"We have him."

"We have Jiwoo."

He hung up immediately,
not waiting for any response,
which was good because I
don't think I was capable
of any.

I leaned over and looked at Jungkook before waking him.

I watched him sleep a
moment, as I began to smile
and to realize that this
might actually all be over.

I didn't want to say any
thing to him yet, though.

I knew the pain of false hope.

I'd never give that to him.

I wasn't about to risk what
we had going lately over a possible good surprise.

I got dressed quickly, thinking about how I'd handle this with Jungkook and needing to get
to the station as soon as
possible—there had been urgency in Dubois's voice.

Then I went over to him and gently kissed him awake.

He smiled against my lips, coming to consciousness
slowly, gently, just like I'd always wanted for him.

I smiled too, hoping that this really would be the day when that gentleness and that hope would be free to flourish.

"I have to go to the
Station." I whispered to him,
not wanting to jolt him awake.

It didn't matter how I spoke,
the minute I said station his
eyes bolted wide and he sat
up, holding my hand that
had been brushing his face.

"The station?" he asked.

His face asked the same questions I had.

Good news?

Or just more waiting, more
false hope.

Or even, would this be bad
news at the end of the day?

I didn't have the answers
for him. I didn't know.

I shook my head.

"I don't have any answers, sweetheart and I don't want
to hurt you with the partial information I do have."