Different colors of flag || jikook

Chapter 15

Authors POV:

Jimin was sitting in his room, crying and cursing his fate, when his phone suddenly rang. The caller ID showed "Jin," and he remembered that Jin was supposed to come today. Wiping away his tears, he picked up the call.

Jimins POV:

After jungkook left, I stood there for a long moment, feeling the weight of everything that had just happened. My chest ached, and my mind was swirling with frustration, confusion, and anger. But I didn't have time to wallow. My phone buzzed, a message from Hobi : Your brother's here. He's waiting for you near the dorm entrance.

My heart leaped. I hadn't seen him in so long. Even though he was technically my cousin, we'd always been closer than real brothers. He knew me better than anyone. I quickly wiped my face, trying to erase the evidence of the tears that had fallen, and headed out to meet him.

As soon as I stepped outside, there he was leaning casually against the brick wall, his face lighting up as he spotted me. "Chimchim!" he called, a huge grin spreading across his face as he opened his arms.

For a second, the weight on my heart lifted. I rushed to him, and we embraced tightly, the kind of hug that told me how much I'd missed him.

"It's been way too long," I mumbled into his shoulder, feeling the warmth of the hug sink into my bones. But as he pulled back, his smile faded as he looked me up and down.

"You've been crying," he said, his voice soft but sure.

I let out a shaky laugh, trying to brush it off. "Yeah, well... It's been a weird day."

He didn't need to ask more. With a knowing look, he gently placed a hand on my shoulder. "Come on," he said. "Let's grab some coffee. You can tell me everything."

We walked to a nearby café, the kind of place I usually went to clear my mind. My brother (or cousin, technically) kept his arm around me in a comforting side hug the entire time, something that was so natural between us. It helped ease the ache in my chest as we found a small booth in the corner and sat down.

"So, what's going on?" he asked gently, leaning forward with that concerned look in his eyes. I knew I could trust him with everything.

I let out a long sigh, feeling the weight of it all. "It's this whole mess with Jungkook," I began, telling him about everything—the kiss, the confusion, Jungkook's girlfriend Somi, and the confrontation. Every word felt heavy, but it also felt good to finally say it out loud.

He listened patiently, nodding at all the right moments, his expression shifting between understanding and frustration on my behalf. When I finished, he leaned back and let out a breath. "Wow, chimmy. That's... a lot."

"Yeah," I muttered, taking a sip of my coffee. "I don't know what to do. He's still with her, but then he acts like he cares about me. It's messing with my head."

He reached across the table, squeezing my hand. "You deserve better than that. If he's not going to choose you ,if he's still stringing her along, too then maybe you need to let him go."

I nodded, though my heart wasn't quite ready to accept it. "Maybe," I said quietly, my thoughts still tangled in the mess that was Jungkook.

As I took another sip of my coffee, the café door swung open, and my stomach dropped. Of all the places, of all the times it had to be now. Jungkook walked in, his arm draped casually over Somi's shoulders. They looked cozy, too cozy, as if nothing had happened between us.

My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately averted my gaze, trying to pretend like I hadn't seen them. But it was too late. Jungkook's eyes locked onto mine from across the room, and I saw the flicker of recognition, followed by something darker. His gaze shifted to the arm around my shoulder ,my brother's arm and his jaw tightened.

Jungkook didn't know who he was. For all he knew, this could have been anyone someone I was with. The realization hit him fast, and I saw the flash of jealousy in his eyes. He clenched his jaw and led Somi to a table not far from ours, clearly choosing a spot where he could keep an eye on us.

I tried to ignore it, turning my attention back to my brother, but I could feel Jungkook's eyes burning into the back of my head. And then it started.

At first, it was subtle. Jungkook leaned in close to Somi, whispering something in her ear, his fingers brushing against her cheek in a way that made my stomach twist. I bit down on my lip, trying to focus on the conversation I was having, but it was impossible to block out the display happening just a few feet away.

My brother noticed it too. He shot me a concerned look, but I just shook my head, signaling that I didn't want to talk about it.

Jungkook wasn't done. As if sensing that his first move hadn't gotten the reaction he wanted, he upped the ante. His hand slipped down to Somi's waist, resting there possessively as he continued whispering to her, his eyes flicking over to me every few seconds.

It was like he was daring me to react. Daring me to show that I still cared. And as much as I hated to admit it, it was working.

My brother, always perceptive, caught on quickly. "That's him, isn't it? Jungkook?"

I nodded, my throat tight with anger and frustration. "Yeah. And that's his girlfriend."

He let out a low whistle. "He's really trying to mess with you, huh?"

"You have no idea," I muttered, gripping my coffee cup so tightly I thought it might shatter. I tried to focus on anything but Jungkook and Somi, but it was impossible. Every movement he made was designed to get under my skin, and it was working.

Then came the final blow. Jungkook leaned in, pressing a kiss to Somi's cheek—slow, deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. It was a challenge, pure and simple.