Different colors of flag || jikook

Chapter 12

The silence between us felt heavy, like every unspoken word was thickening the air. Jungkook stood so close now that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension between us building with every passing second. Neither of us said anything, but his gaze burned into mine, dark and questioning.

I tried to look away, to focus on anything but him, but it was impossible. His presence was magnetic, pulling me in even though I knew I shouldn't be here. Not like this. Not with him.

"You kissed him," Jk finally said, his voice low but sharp, as if each word carried a hidden meaning.

I swallowed hard, willing myself to stay composed. "You kissed her," I replied, my voice colder than I felt. I didn't want him to see how much this was affecting me. I needed to be strong, to act like this didn't matter.

But it did.

The way he was looking at me, the intensity in his eyes it was like he was daring me to admit something I didn't want to acknowledge. I could feel my heart racing, my mind swirling with confusion. Why was I even here? Why did he follow me?

"You don't get to be jealous," I added, trying to sound firm, though the tremble in my chest betrayed me.

His jaw clenched at that, and he stepped even closer, leaving barely any space between us now. I could feel the frustration radiating off him, the tension simmering just beneath the surface.

"It's not about jealousy," Jungkook said, his voice rough, like he was fighting to control it. "You think I don't notice? The way you look at me? The way I can't stop looking at you?"

My breath caught in my throat. He had said it finally, he had said it. The unspoken truth that had been hanging between us for weeks, gnawing at the edges of every glance, every fleeting moment. I tried to stay calm, tried to keep my heart from showing on my face, but the way he was looking at me now... I couldn't ignore it anymore.

"I...." I started to say, but he cut me off, stepping even closer, his hand brushing lightly against mine, sending a spark through me.

"Tell me it doesn't mean anything," Jk whispered, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "Tell me you don't feel it too."

I stood frozen, caught between wanting to run away and wanting to close the small gap between us. His eyes searched mine, waiting for an answer, waiting for something I wasn't sure I was ready to give. The truth hung between us, dangerous and tempting, and I could feel the weight of it pressing down on me.

"I can't," I whispered, barely able to find my voice.

His eyes darkened, and before I could think or protest, his hand moved up to gently cup my face, his touch, light but electric. The world outside that restroom faded away, leaving only the two of us standing there, so close I could feel the rhythm of his breathing.

He leaned in, just enough for me to feel the heat of his breath against my skin, his lips so close I could almost taste the moment. My heart pounded in my chest, a wild rhythm I couldn't control, and for a second, I thought he was going to kiss me.

But then, just as quickly as the moment had started, he stopped. His hand dropped, and he stepped back, the tension breaking like a wave crashing into the shore.

"I can't do this," he muttered, running a hand through his hair, frustration clear in every line of his face. "Not here. Not like this."

I stood there, breathless, not sure if I felt relief or disappointment. He turned, his back to me now, like he needed to distance himself from what almost happened. But before he left, he glanced back over his shoulder, his expression conflicted.