Different colors of flag || jikook

Chapter 20

Jimins POV:

A few days later, we ran into each other again. I was walking across campus, headphones in, trying to ignore the pounding in my chest whenever I saw him. But fate had other plans.

I turned a corner, and there he was standing in front of me. His eyes widened when he saw me, but instead of saying something, he just stood there, silent.

I wanted to walk past him, to avoid the pain of facing him again, but I couldn’t. Something in me still wanted him to speak, to tell me he was sorry, to tell me he had made a choice.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low. “Jimin, I… I don’t know what to say.”

I looked up at him, and there was something in his eyes something raw and broken that made my heart ache. But I couldn’t forgive him just like that.

“Then don’t say anything,” I replied quietly. “You had your chance, Jungkook. You had every chance to make a choice, and you didn’t. And now, it’s too late.”

I turned to walk away, but before I could go any further, I heard him call my name.

“Jimin!”

I stopped, but didn’t turn around. “What?”

He stepped closer, his voice shaky. “I’m sorry. I know I’ve messed up, but please… Please don’t walk away from me. I can’t lose you.”

My heart twisted, but I couldn’t let him see how much his words hurt me.

“You already have,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

And before he could say anything else, I left.

Days passed, and the distance between us grew. Jungkook tried to reach out texts, calls, but I didn’t respond. Each attempt was met with silence, and with every unanswered message, his guilt deepened.

He had tried to play it safe, to keep everyone happy, but in doing so, he had lost everything.

Meanwhile, I stayed busy, burying myself in my studies and time with Tae ,Hobi ,and Jin hyung who had become a sources of comfort, though I couldn’t deny the unresolved feelings for Jungkook that still lingered.

One night, as I was sitting in my room, my phone buzzed again. I didn’t need to look at it to know who it was.

It was Jk.

I didn’t open the message at first, but after a few minutes, curiosity and a sense of loss drove me to it.

“I’m sorry, Jiminie. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I can’t move on without knowing I’ve done everything I can to make this right. Please.”

I closed my eyes, feeling a tear slip down my cheek.

The pain of it all the love, the regret, the broken promises was more than I could bear.

I wasn’t sure if I could forgive him. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to. But one thing was clear: we were both hurt. And maybe, just maybe, it was too late to fix anything.

Jungkook's POV:

A week later, I stood by the same spot on campus where we had met. My eyes were red-rimmed, and  hands were shaking. I had tried to move on, tried to convince myself  I had made the right choice, but it didn’t feel right. Nothing felt right.

As I walked past the café where we used to sit together, I saw him through the window, laughing with Taehyung. For a brief moment, my chest tightened, jealousy mixing with a deep sense of loss.

It hit me then. He wasn’t angry anymore. He was just… broken.

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