You're My Light (Jikook/Kookmin)- COMPLETE

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Jimin POV

Jungkook and I have been dating for a year. The beginning of our meeting was at the University. The first time we met was when I spilled coffee on Jungkook's shirt. I was running around the University hallway, holding one cup of coffee. I'm late! I can't believe that I was tripped and collided with this one male student. I was so scared back then. Can you imagine, that all happened on your first day at University? My feelings at that time were hard to describe. Shy, scared, and nervous. Actually, all the feelings are mixed, but it is more to scared. I'm waiting for abusive language or ridicule from the boy in front of me. But my suspicions went wrong.

"Do you have a sunburn, or are you always this hot?” Jungkook’s first words to me were unexpected and left me speechless. I stood there, coffee dripping from my hand, unable to respond until he introduced himself. “Hi, I’m Jungkook. I’m sure that I’m your senior.”

“I’m… I’m so sorry,” I stammered, looking at the coffee stain spreading across his white shirt.

“It’s okay. It’s not a big thing. I have another shirt in my locker. So don’t worry. By the way, what is your name, honeybunch?” His playful tone and unexpected endearment caught me off guard.

That is the first time someone called me “honeybunch.” I’m a blushing mess. I know my cheeks redden. My best friend in my hometown once said that my face would turn red if I was embarrassed. That’s what happened to me when Jungkook called me “honeybunch.”

Jungkook laughed when he saw my redden face. I’m so embarrassed. But, I’m still introducing myself.

“I’m Jimin, Park Jimin.”

“Cute name for an attractive person,” Jungkook replied with a wink.

I couldn’t help but smile, despite my embarrassment. “Thanks,” I mumbled, looking down at my shoes

This was the first time I had ever seen him, yet he had already left a deep impression on me. My heart raced, a mix of confusion and something else—something stronger. He was undeniably handsome, with a face that could have been sculpted by the gods. His body was just as impressive, strong and muscular, exactly the kind I found myself drawn to.But his cold demeanor unsettled me.

"I'm sorry, I'm late. I need to go…"

I blurted out, my voice shaky. I wanted to stay, to figure out the strange pull I felt toward him, but fear of rejection or something worse pushed me to retreat.

"Oh, what major do you take? I can send you there," he offered, his tone polite, yet still carrying that unreadable air.

"Psychology…" I replied, a bit more confidently this time. Yup, I'm a Psychology student. I really want to analyze human social behavior and personality. So, here I am, standing.

"Wow, that sounds interesting. I'm a Sports student," he said, a small smile finally touching his lips.

A Sports student. That explains his muscular build, I thought to myself, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. His tight shirt clung to his body, accentuating every muscle. It was hard not to notice how well-built he was.

All I could see was his muscle, and it was distracting, to say the least. I had to remind myself to focus.

"That makes sense," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "You look like someone who takes fitness seriously."

He chuckled softly, the sound warming the cool distance between us just a little. "I guess I do," he said, glancing down at his own body as if noticing it for the first time.

"I… need… to… go…" I stammered, my mind racing as I tried to gather my thoughts.

"Ah, I can send you there," he offered, his voice calm and reassuring. But I didn’t want to trouble him any further. I knew where my class was, and besides, I already felt embarrassed enough.

"No, thanks for your offer. I know where my class is. I'm sorry again for ruining your shirt. Bye," I replied quickly, trying to sound as composed as possible.

I bent down to pick up the cup that had fallen on the floor, my cheeks still burning with embarrassment. Without looking back, I walked past Jungkook, hoping to escape this awkward moment as fast as I could.

But just as I was about to turn the corner, I heard him call my name, and I instinctively stopped, my heart pounding again. I turned to face him, uncertain of what he would say next.

"Park Jimin, I just realized this, but you look a lot like my next boyfriend.”

What I initially thought about Jungkook was, *Is he crazy?* He seemed so intense, so unpredictable, and I couldn’t figure him out no matter how hard I tried.

After several months of getting to know him, the answer to my own question became crystal clear: *He’s crazy.* But it wasn’t the kind of crazy I had imagined. Jeon Jungkook is crazy in love with Park Jimin.

His every action, every word, was driven by his deep affection for me. The way he looked at me, the way he cared for me—it was as if nothing else in the world mattered to him. Jungkook’s love for me wasn’t just strong; it was overwhelming, all-consuming. He was utterly and completely in love, and that kind of passion could only be described as crazy.

But as I watched us together, I realized it was the best kind of crazy—one that made you believe in love all over again.