✨MY LIGHT IN THE DARK ✨ || JIKOOK ✅

37.

JUNGKOOK POV

So, while I made sure not
to interfere with their family
time or with father-son
bonding time, I'd also been
over at their house a lot,
taking care of hobi and
making sure he had the
support he needed while
Tae was at work.

I cooked and froze a lot of
meals to make sure that
Hobi and Tae didn't have
to worry about that when
they were enjoying time
together as a new family.

I did load after load of
laundry, who knew how
many clothes one tiny baby
could go through in a day
and generally did household chores so neither of the new fathers had to.

I was happy to do it all.

Even chores that at home I
hated doing, I was happy
to do it then because I was
still alive to do it and happy because there was always
a baby around.

I was in full baby fever
mode now.

Every time I could get my
hands on that little human
being I was there, ready
for a cuddle.

Every part of having a baby
lying on my chest felt right.

His ten fingers and toes just completely awed me every
time I counted them
again as I changed him.

His perfect little curl on
his head.

His big eyes that looked at
me like I was the whole
world, even though I knew
he had no idea who I was.

I had a selfish hope that
he'd imprint on me some
how, like baby birds did
with someone who made
them feel safe as a child.

That somehow he'd be a bit mine, even though I knew
he was Tae's and Hobi's.

In truth, I wanted my own
with Jimin but he'd never
said another word about
wanting one since every
thing had calmed down.

And I didn't know how to
bring it up, how to have
enough courage to tell him
that I wanted more than
forever than him, I
wanted a family too.

Days at Hobi's house
always did one thing
though, they ended.

As I made my way home,
after wishing the adorable parents a wonderful night
while they cuddled their little
boy and each other on the
couch as I made my way
outside, I couldn't help
but try to figure out how I
could bring it up to Jimin.

When I got home, the first
thing I noticed was the soft
smell of vanilla-scented
candles burning.

Walking up the sidewalk I
noticed the flicker of candle
light through the windows
at the front of the house.

When I opened the door,
I heard something crunch
under my feet and looked
down to see rose petals
lining the floor.

My heart started beating
really fast.

Jimin didn't normally do
super-duper romantic things.

Yes, he made sure that I
always knew how he cared.

Yes, he was always careful
to tell me every day how
special I was and how
much he loved me.

Yes, ever since that first
week, he'd never stopped
with the texts telling me
how worth it I was but he
didn't light candles or throw
rose petals on the floor.

He was a detective through
and through and while he
could be compassionate and kind, he was never sappy.

So tonight was already
starting to feel different
and I was trying desperately
to rein in my hopes and expectations about what
this might mean.