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

13

"Thanks, Hyung, thanks, noona," Jimin said softly, his voice filled with gratitude. Namjoon and Micha had been there for him ever since the incident with Jungkook, and their support meant everything.

"Of course, Jimin," Namjoon replied, his arm gently guiding Jimin. "We’re always here for you."

Jimin’s steps were careful but steady. He could hear the leaves rustling in the wind and feel the warmth of the sun on his skin, small comforts in the midst of the emotional storm he had been navigating.

Micha walked on his other side, her voice soft with concern. "Are you sure you're okay, Jimin?" she asked, her brow furrowed. "After everything with Jungkook, I just want to make sure you're not pushing yourself too hard."

Jimin paused, taking a deep breath. "I'm... okay," he said, his smile faint but genuine. "It was hard seeing him again, but..." His voice trailed off as he tilted his head toward the sun, feeling the warmth. "This walk is helping. I needed it."

Micha glanced at Namjoon, exchanging a silent look of concern, but they didn’t press further. They knew Jimin needed time to process everything in his own way.

"My grandson, are you home?" Harabeoji called out, his voice warm and full of affection.

"Harabeoji, I missed you!" Micha responded eagerly, rushing forward to embrace him. "You’re looking good, handsome as always!" she teased, her cheerful tone filling the room with lightness.

"Aaaih, my naughty granddaughter," Harabeoji chuckled, playfully pinching Micha’s nose. His face lit up with a smile, his wrinkles deepening with the familiar joy of being surrounded by those he loved.

Namjoon and Jimin, who sat nearby, couldn’t help but laugh at the playful interaction. The laughter seemed to come so naturally, especially for Jimin, who had always felt at ease in his grandfather’s home.

Though Jimin could no longer see the way Harabeoji’s face lit up, he could feel it in the sound of his laughter, in the warmth of his voice. He smiled, tilting his head toward the familiar sound of his grandfather’s chuckles.

Harabeoji had long embraced Namjoon and Micha as his own, calling them his grandson and granddaughter without hesitation. They were frequent visitors, especially when Jimin was away in Seoul for his studies, and their bond with Harabeoji had grown strong.

"You haven’t changed a bit, Harabeoji," Micha said, her voice filled with fondness.

"I should hope not," Harabeoji replied with a grin, ruffling Micha's hair. "I’m still young at heart!"

Jimin, feeling the warmth of the room, couldn’t help but chuckle. Despite the changes in his life, moments like these with the people he loved remained his anchor.

"Harabeoji, we need to go. It's getting late," Namjoon said gently, rising from his seat. Micha stood beside him, offering Harabeoji a warm smile before they both prepared to leave.

Harabeoji nodded, giving them a soft wave goodbye. "Take care, and come visit again soon," he said before turning his attention back to Jimin, his beloved grandson.

As the front door closed behind Namjoon and Micha, Harabeoji walked over to Jimin and gently took his arm, leading him towards his room. "You need anything, Jiminie?" he asked softly, his voice filled with care.

Jimin shook his head, a small smile forming on his lips. "No, Harabeoji. I’m fine."

Harabeoji hesitated for a moment. "Do you want to take a shower? Harabeoji can prepare everything for you."

Jimin’s smile grew, touched by his grandfather’s concern. He could feel how much Harabeoji wanted to help, always doing whatever he could to make Jimin comfortable. But at the same time, a pang of sadness tugged at Jimin's heart. He hated feeling like a burden, especially to the man who had cared for him with such tenderness.

"No, Harabeoji, it’s okay. I can manage," Jimin replied gently, though he couldn’t hide the slight heaviness in his voice.

Harabeoji paused, hearing the emotion behind Jimin's words. He reached out and patted Jimin’s hand. "You’re never any trouble to me, Jiminie. Just remember that."

Jimin bit his lip, his chest tightening. He didn’t want to worry his grandfather, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that his blindness had made things harder for those he loved. Still, in Harabeoji’s presence, there was always warmth—a reassurance that no matter what, he was deeply loved.

"Thank you, Harabeoji," Jimin whispered, his voice soft with emotion. He let his grandfather’s steady presence soothe his unease, knowing that for Harabeoji, caring for him was never a burden, but an act of love.

Jimin sat on the edge of his bed, feeling the familiar textures of the blanket beneath his fingertips. He didn’t want to bother his grandpa anymore, not when Harabeoji had already done so much for him. Still, there were things Jimin needed his help with—like going outside or simply getting a glass of water. But for the most part, he could manage, especially when it came to taking a shower or other small tasks.

"Alright," Harabeoji said, his voice warm and reassuring, "If you need anything, call me. But you’ll need to yell."

Jimin couldn't help but laugh. His grandfather’s sense of humor never failed to brighten his mood. "I know, Harabeoji," he replied, still chuckling. "Sometimes I have to scream just to get your attention."

Harabeoji grinned. "What can I say? These old ears don’t work like they used to. You might have to wake up the whole neighborhood to get me to hear you."

Jimin's laughter filled the room, a sound that made Harabeoji's heart swell with pride. Even though Jimin had lost his sight, his spirit remained just as bright as ever. Harabeoji was old, yes, but he would always be there for his grandson, ready to listen—no matter how loud Jimin had to be.

"Aye aye, captain!" Jimin replied in a light, joking tone, saluting playfully as his grandfather smiled, turning to leave the room. Harabeoji was glad to see his grandson laugh—it had been rare lately, and any moment of happiness was precious.

But as soon as the door clicked shut, Jimin's facade crumbled. He reached for the pillow and pulled it to his face, stifling the sobs that began to break free. His shoulders shook as tears streamed down his cheeks, soaking the fabric. The laughter from moments ago felt like a distant memory, replaced by the suffocating weight of his heartache.

He couldn’t stop thinking about Jungkook. The way things had changed between them. How cold Jungkook had become. Now, Jimin was convinced that Jungkook hated him. And it hurt—more than the blindness, more than anything else he had endured.

He clutched the pillow tighter, his sobs growing quieter but more painful. He wasn’t okay. He wouldn’t be okay, not with the thought that the person he loved the most now resented him. The world was already dark, but now it felt empty too.