Different colors of flag || jikook

Chapter 17

The dorm felt emptier than usual when I got back, though my head was far from quiet (by the way, I didn’t tell you all, but Suga messaged me to let me know that he will be staying at home for a few days.)

The conversation with Jungkook at the café replayed in my mind like a broken record. He had looked so guilty, so vulnerable, yet it didn’t erase the anger I felt. How could he act like that hurting me, hurting her, and expecting everything to be fine?

I dropped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. My chest felt heavy, and all I wanted was to shut it all out. To forget Jungkook, his games, and the way he made me feel like I was both everything and nothing to him.

Just as I was beginning to lose myself in the stillness of the room, my phone buzzed. I didn’t need to look at the screen to know who it was.

Jk calling…

I stared at the phone for a few seconds, debating whether to answer. A part of me wanted to ignore him, to let him sit with his guilt and confusion. But another part the part that still cared, no matter how much I hated it won out. With a frustrated sigh, I picked up the call.

“What do you want now?” I said, my voice cold and sharp.

There was silence on the other end for a moment before his voice came through, softer than I expected. “Jimin… Can we talk? Please. I need to see you.”

“I think we’ve said everything that needs to be said,” I replied, my tone flat.

“No, we haven’t,” he insisted. “I can’t leave things like this. Just… Please. Let me come over.”

I hesitated. As much as I wanted to tell him to leave me alone, I knew that we couldn’t keep avoiding this forever. “Fine,” I said finally. “But if you’re not here to be honest, don’t bother.”

Jungkook showed up less than ten minutes later, his face tense and troubled as he stepped into my room. He shut the door behind him, leaning against it as if to block any chance of escape.

I crossed my arms, keeping my distance. “Well? Say what you need to say.”

He ran a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to find the right words. “I messed up,” he began, his voice low. “I shouldn’t have acted the way I did. At the café… with Somi… all of it. I wasn’t thinking.”

“No,” I interrupted, my anger bubbling to the surface. “You were thinking. You knew exactly what you were doing, Jungkook. You were trying to make me jealous. And the worst part? It worked. Congratulations.”

His jaw tightened, and for a moment, he looked like he wanted to argue, but he didn’t. “I was jealous,” he admitted quietly. “When I saw you with him with your brother .I just… I lost it. I thought you were moving on, and I”

“You what?” I snapped, cutting him off. “You thought you’d stake your claim? Remind me that I’m still an option while you cling to Somi like she’s some kind of backup plan?”

“It’s not like that!” he protested, stepping closer.

“Then what is it, Jungkook?” I demanded, my voice rising. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks a hell of a lot like that.”

He faltered, his eyes searching mine desperately. “I don’t know,” he said finally, his voice breaking. “I’m confused, Jimin. I care about you I do. But Somi… She’s........”

“She’s what? Convenient?” I spat, my frustration boiling over. “Or is it just easier to stay with her because you’re too scared to make a real choice?”

Jungkook flinched, the words hitting their mark. “She’s not just convenient,” he said, his voice rising now too. “She’s… she’s an orphan, Jimin. I’m all she has. If I leave her, she’ll have no one.”

This stunned me into silence for a moment. I hadn’t expected that, and for a brief second, I felt a pang of sympathy for her and for him. But it wasn’t enough to erase the hurt.

“So, what?” I said finally, my tone bitter. “You’re going to stay with her out of guilt? Pretend you don’t have feelings for me while you play house with her? Do you have any idea how messed up that is? for both of us?”

Jungkook’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. “It’s not that simple, Jimin!” he shouted. “I can’t just abandon her!”

“Then don’t!” I shouted back. “But don’t come to me, acting like I’m the problem, when you’re the one who can’t figure out what the hell you want!”

The room fell silent, the weight of our words hanging heavy in the air. Jungkook looked at me, his eyes filled with anger, frustration, and something else something raw and broken.

“I’m trying, Jimin,” he said finally, his voice trembling. “I’m trying to figure this out. But you You’re making it impossible.”

“Me?” I said, my voice cold. “You’re the one who’s impossible, Jungkook. You can’t have it both ways. Either you end things with her, or you leave me alone. But I’m done being your second choice.”

Jungkook stared at me, his breathing heavy, his hands still clenched at his sides. For a moment, it looked like he might say something else, but then he shook his head.

“Fine,” he said, his voice hard. “If that’s how you feel, then maybe we’re better off not seeing each other at all.”

“Maybe we are,” I shot back, my heart breaking even as the words left my mouth.

Without another word, Jungkook turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him. As the sound echoed through the room, I sank onto the bed, my head in my hands.

I had wanted this had wanted him to make a choice. But now that he had, all I felt was emptiness.

And as I sat there in the silence, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d just made the biggest mistake of my life.