Different colors of flag || jikook

Chapter 13

Back in the quiet of my dorm room, I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the floor. The events from the classroom replayed in my mind, over and over again. No matter how much I tried to shake it off, my thoughts kept circling back to one person Jungkook. His words, his eyes, that charged moment between us... it was all too much to process.

Why did it have to be this complicated?

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Dinner was the last thing on my mind, but I knew I had to eat something eventually. My stomach growled as if to remind me, but I ignored it, still too consumed by the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.

Just as I was about to sink deeper into my thoughts, the door swung open, and Hobi barged in, his usual energy filling the room. "Dude, you ready to go to dinner?" he asked, not really waiting for an answer as he walked over to where I was sitting.

I shook my head slightly. "I don't think I'm up for it tonight," I mumbled.

"Not happening," Hobi said firmly, grabbing my arm and pulling me to my feet. "You've been acting weird all day, and food is the only cure for whatever this is. Let's go."

I opened my mouth to protest, but he was already dragging me out of the room. I didn't have the energy to fight him, so I let him pull me along, my mind still drifting back to Jungkook. I wasn't ready to face anyone, especially not Jungkook or Taehyung, but Hobi was relentless, and soon enough, we were at the café.

The moment we stepped inside, my heart sank. There they were Jk and Tae sitting at a table near the back, talking. I felt a sharp pang in my chest, but I forced myself to look away before either of them noticed me.

"Let's sit over here," I said quickly, steering Hobi toward a table far away from them.

He raised an eyebrow but didn't question it. We grabbed trays, heading to the food counter, and I tried to focus on anything but the fact that Jk was so close. My hands were shaky as I reached for a plate, but I masked it as best I could.

We were halfway through dinner when it happened.

I was reaching for my cup of tea when my hand slipped, and the cup tipped over, spilling its contents scalding hot water all over my arm and lap. I let out a sharp gasp as the heat seared my skin, and the cup clattered to the floor.

"Shit!" Hobi exclaimed, immediately jumping to his feet.

The burning sensation was intense but not unbearable, and I could feel my skin reddening. Before I could even register the pain, I heard chairs scraping against the floor behind me.

"Are you okay?!" Taehyung's voice rang out, filled with panic, as he rushed over, followed closely by Jungkook.

"I'm fine," I managed to say, though my voice was strained. The burn was minor, but the sudden shock had me frozen for a moment.

Jungkook didn't even hesitate. In one swift motion, he moved beside me, his arms sliding under my legs and around my back. Before I could protest, he lifted me into his arms, bridal style, his expression tense with concern.

"Jungkook, what are you?" I started, but he silenced me with a glance.

"You're not fine," he muttered, his voice gruff but soft at the same time. "We need to get you out of here."

Tae and Hobi hovered nearby, both of them clearly worried, but neither of them seemed to question Jk's actions. It was like everyone just accepted that he was going to take care of me.

As Jungkook carried me out of the café, I could feel every eye in the room on us, but I didn't care. All I could focus on was the steady rhythm of his breathing, the warmth of his arms around me, and the way my heart was racing for a reason entirely different from the burn.