Different colors of flag || jikook

Chapter 21

Jimins POV:

The room was silent except for the occasional sound of my breath. It felt like my world had crumbled, like everything I had worked for, everything I had believed in, was suddenly meaningless.

After Tae left, I couldn’t stop the overwhelming sadness. The tears wouldn’t stop flowing, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Nothing felt right anymore.

I reached for the drawer beside my bed, trembling as I opened it. The sharp, cold object caught my eye.

I had never felt this alone in my entire life. I picked up the blade, feeling it’s weight in my hand. My chest ached, and I felt like I was suffocating under the weight of the pain, of everything that had happened between me and Jungkook. The arguments, the heartbreak, the lies none of it seemed worth enduring anymore.

With a shaky breath, I pressed the cold metal against my skin, the pain sharp but strangely relieving. The blood started to flow, and with each drop, I felt something inside me crack open.

But then everything went black.

I didn’t know how much time passed, but suddenly, I felt hands on my shoulders, shaking me awake.

“Jimin! What the hell is wrong with you?”

I opened my eyes, blinking in confusion. There he was, standing over me Jungkook. His face was pale, his eyes wide with panic.

“What the hell did you do?” he shouted, his voice breaking.

My head spun, and I could barely process what was happening. Why was he here? Was this a dream?

“Why?” Jk whispered, his hand trembling as he pulled mine away from the bloodstained sheets. “Why did you do this?”

But I didn’t have the energy to answer. My chest felt hollow, and the tears wouldn’t stop.

He wrapped me in his arms, but I couldn’t find comfort in him. My mind felt too far gone, my thoughts too clouded by the darkness. I had shut myself off, unable to accept help, unable to let anyone in.

“I’m sorry, Jimin,” he whispered, his voice full of guilt. “I never meant for it to come to this.”

I closed my eyes, wishing for the pain to end.

Later same day

When I woke up, the room was dim, and everything felt muffled. My head was heavy, and I could barely move. The pain from my arm was still there, a constant reminder of the emptiness that had consumed me.

I looked around the room and saw Jungkook sitting by my side, his face drawn with exhaustion. But as my eyes locked on his, I realized something.

I couldn’t feel anything anymore.

I didn’t care about the pain. I didn’t care about anything. It was as if a part of me had died, and no matter how hard I tried to grasp at the pieces of myself, they just kept slipping away.

“Hey…” Jk's voice was gentle, but I didn’t want to listen. I didn’t want to hear his apologies. I didn’t want to hear anything.

I didn’t answer.

The days passed slowly. Every moment felt like an eternity. I was trapped in this numbness, unable to escape the relentless ache in my chest. I didn’t want to talk to anyone least of all Jungkook. He had already caused so much pain, and I couldn’t bear to face him.

But the more I avoided him, the more my mind spiraled. The thoughts that plagued me were suffocating. I kept wondering if maybe I was better off alone.

Every time I saw Jungkook’s face, I was reminded of everything I had lost. The warmth he had once given me, the love we had shared, all of it seemed so distant now.

I didn’t want to get out of bed. I didn’t want to see anyone. All I wanted was to disappear, to not feel anything at all.

Jungkook’s guilt weighed on him like a stone. He had always been there for me, even when things were difficult. But now, he saw me in this state, and he knew it was his fault. He had pushed me too far, tried to keep too many things together at once. He had failed me in every possible way.

But when he looked at me now, he didn’t see the person he had fallen for. Instead, he saw someone broken, someone who had given up.

He would sit by my side, quietly watching me, hoping for some sign that I still cared some spark that told him I could get better. But it never came.

He had no idea how to fix what he had broken.

It was late one night when Jk finally snapped.

He had been trying to help me, trying to make me talk to him, but I had pushed him away every single time. His patience was wearing thin, and as he walked into the room, the frustration boiled over.

“Why won’t you talk to me?” Jungkook asked, his voice trembling with emotion. “Why won’t you let me help you?”

I looked up at him, my eyes empty. I wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come.

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing in frustration. “Do you hate me this much?” he muttered, almost to himself. “I deserve it, don’t I? But I can’t lose you, Jimin. I can’t…”

I felt the weight of his words, but it didn’t make me feel better. In fact, it made everything feel even worse.

“Maybe it’s better if I’m not here at all,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I don’t matter anymore.”

Jungkook froze. “What are you talking about?”

I closed my eyes, trying to shut everything out. But I could feel the tears welling up again. I hated myself for it. I hated how weak I had become.

“I’ve lost everything,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Everything I cared about.”

Jungkook's heart shattered. He dropped to his knees in front of me, gripping my hands. “I’m sorry. Please, Jimin. I’ll do anything to fix this. Please don’t do this to yourself.”

But I couldn’t answer him. The silence between us was suffocating.

Authors POV:

Jungkook had reached a point where he couldn’t stand to see Jimin like this anymore. He loved him, and despite everything that had happened, he couldn’t walk away. He knew he needed to make a choice.

So, he did.

The next day, Jungkook made the difficult decision to break up with Somi. He couldn’t pretend anymore. He couldn’t live with the guilt of knowing that he had hurt Jimin, knowing that he had caused him so much pain.

The look on his face was filled with regret, but Jimin didn’t look at him. He couldn’t.

“Jimin… I’m here,” Jungkook whispered, his voice breaking. “I’m sorry. But I’m not leaving you. Not again.”

Jimin didn’t respond, but he could feel the weight of jk's presence. Jimin could feel the sadness and guilt he was carrying.

And as the days passed, it became clear that the pain wasn’t going to go away anytime soon. For Jimin, life had become a constant struggle with emptiness. Jimin cried more than he could count, but nothing changed.

He wanted to be alone, but Jungkook refused to leave him. He stayed by his side, though jimin knew it wasn’t easy for him. His patience and love were tested every single day. But nothing he did seemed to break through the wall jimin had built around himself.

He felt more lost than ever, and the emptiness inside him only grew.