✨MY LIGHT IN THE DARK ✨ || JIKOOK ✅

36.

JUNGKOOK POV

I stared down at the
brand new baby in my arms.

His little eyes were closed.

They'd been closed since
almost the minute he was
born, too worn out by his
birth and then shocked by the loud, aggressive world around him that he'd decided sleeping was the best option and just mostly slept for the last two weeks since he'd been born.

Hobi and Tae's baby was the cutest thing I'd ever seen.

He had a button nose that
was always just a little bit red
a side effect of air coming in contact with his skin as his doctor had said when I'd
asked, concerned and just
one lock of hair in the middle
of the top of his head, while
the rest of it was just
scruff, like that of a puppy.

His grip was strong,
stronger than I'd
imagined a baby's could be.

I should know, my index
fingers had indents from
how long and hard he'd
held on to my hands when
I'd managed to steal him
from his doting parents.

Tae and hobi were amazing,
both completely besotted
with their new little one.

Tae had turned into a
protective papa bear, growling when someone came near
his child who he hadn't authorized.

It seemed finding our loves
and making babies together brought out the animal in
all of us, I thought, as I considered how much more
Jimin had been growling
around me lately, as he
came inside me or groaned around my cock in his mouth.

We'd been going at it like
sex-deprived wolves since
Jiwoo had been put away,
both feeling more free than
we had before, now that we
had our entire lives in front
of us, without threat of
imminent loss.

That freedom had made its
way to our bedroom, where
we'd both become more aggressive, demanding what
we wanted and pushing our bodies together as close as
we could, as if we could
actually meld into one person
if we just tried hard enough.

I smirked at that thought.

If it was a matter of trying,
we'd certainly have made it
by now but we weren't complaining about the
practice we were getting.

It really was over, too.

Some mornings I woke up
still afraid, still expecting
Jiwoo to be around every
corner, ready to end my life,
or take away the man who meant the most to me.

He'd never be there again, though.

It had taken a few weeks
Since that day at the station when Jimin had called me
and told me it was over,
before it had truly been over.

It had been a busy time, with Jimin always at the station, gathering with Jih, Dubois
and the rest of their teams, assembling all the evidence
they needed to put him
away for good for trial.

Jiwoo had been tight-lipped
for weeks, not revealing
anything or showing any hint
of being ready to crack, even after yelling at his lawyer—something I had really
enjoyed hearing Jimin retell
over and over and then
being abandoned by all the
men who used to run with
him on the streets.

Once he realized there was
no way out for him and no
one at this back anymore,
he'd given up and confessed.

He'd confessed to hiring the hitman who'd gone after Tae
and killed young and also to ordering the hits on his men
in the jail carnage that still haunted Jimin and while he
had refused to admit to tampering with the brakes
on my car or Jared's, it was
more than enough to lock him away for a long, long time.