Different colors of flag || jikook

Chapter 11

Jungkook got up with a heavy headaches and try to move but not able to do because of the weight on his chest. slowly squeezed his eyes to see the person,looked around he looked around and thought, "This isn't my room." Then he looked again at the person and blinked twice 

"W-What will I say to Somi? How will I face Jimin? Damn, what have I done?"asked himself while drag his body to stoodup but In a hurry, his phone fell to the ground, and the loud noise woke Jimin. Both Jungkook and Jimin looked at each other. Jungkook was thinking, "Damn, you idiot, can't you be more careful?" Meanwhile, Jimin was thinking, "Now my heart is about to break." Jimin casually said, "Good morning," and Jungkook replied. Jimin asked, "Are you leaving?" Jungkook nodded, and Jimin, feeling upset, just said, "Okay."

Jungkook felt bad for Jimin. As he reached the door, he turned back, walked up to Jimin, and asked, "What happened between us yesterday? I was drunk and don't remember anything." Hearing this, Jimin's eyes filled with tears, and he thought, "Wow, you gave me the hickey and don't even remember." But instead of saying anything, Jimin showed Jungkook his neck, and when Jungkook saw it, his eyes widened in shock. Without saying a word, Jungkook left, and Jimin began to cry

IN UNI ----Jimins pov:

My hunger had faded to nothing, replaced by the exhaustion of dragging myself to university. Somehow, I managed to keep going, feet heavy, mind foggy, until I finally reached the classroom. I was much late than usual probably this was my last class of the day.

As I pushed the door open, a soft creak echoed in the quiet room. Heads turned, but I avoided their gazes, focusing on the professor. To my relief, he glanced at me with only a mild frown and gave a small nod.

"First time being late?" he asked, his voice not unkind. "Just a warning for today. Take your seat."

I nodded, mumbling an apology, and walked toward my seat 

And there he was sitting in the middle row, leaning slightly to the side, one arm draped over the back of his chair. His girlfriend sat next to him, flipping through her notes, her head tilted in his direction as she whispered something that made him smile. That smile the one that had caught my attention too.

I settled into my usual spot in the back with Taehyung pretending to focus on the lecture. The professor droned on about something, but I couldn't hear the words clearly over the rush of thoughts in my head. For a second, I thought he was staring at me, but I quickly looked away, feeling a strange flutter in my chest. I could sense his gaze still lingering, though I couldn't tell why. I wasn't used to being noticed.

I quickly tore my eyes away, my heart doing that stupid thing where it skipped a beat, even though I knew it was pointless. I didn't even know why I cared. He had a girlfriend, after all, and I wasn't the type to get caught up in someone who was already taken. But here I was, stealing glances at him like I couldn't help myself.

Don't look at him. Just don't.

But, of course, I did.

He wasn't looking at his girlfriend anymore. His eyes, instead, were on me. Just a quick glance, subtle enough that no one would notice but I did. Our eyes met for a split second, and my stomach twisted. I looked away immediately, my face heating up as I scribbled nonsense in my notebook.

Why was he looking at me? And why did it matter?

I forced myself to keep my eyes glued to the professor, doing everything I could to ignore the magnetic pull that made me want to glance back again. Every time I resisted, the tension grew. His girlfriend leaned in closer, whispering something in his ear, but I caught another flicker of movement.