Different colors of flag || jikook

Chapter 30

Jimin's POV:

It was almost 3 AM when we finally reached our dorm. The night air was cool, and the streets were silent except for the faint sound of our footsteps. As we walked inside, I couldn't help but feel relieved to know that Yoongi was out of town. It meant we had my room all to ourselves no interruptions, no distractions, just us.

Closing the door behind us, I sighed, kicking off my shoes and collapsing onto the bed. "I'm exhausted," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes.

Jk chuckled, sitting beside me, his fingers gently tracing patterns on my arm. "I told you we should’ve left earlier," he teased, his voice soft and warm.

I turned to look at him, the dim room lighting highlighting his features. "Yeah, but then I wouldn’t have gotten to see you dance like an idiot," I smirked.

Jk laughed, leaning in closer, his hand resting on my waist. "Hey, I was just trying to impress you," he whispered, his breath tickling my neck.

I felt my heart race as he slowly pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me in a warm embrace. "You don't have to try," I murmured, resting my head against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

For a while, we stayed like that, wrapped up in each other’s warmth, the world outside fading away. Jk’s fingers brushed through my hair soothingly. "You know, I love nights like this," he said softly.

I smiled, eyes half-closed. "Me too."

He tilted my chin up and pressed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Let's just stay like this for a while," he whispered.

And we did. In that quiet room, at nearly 3:37 AM, nothing else mattered just the comfort of being together.

You looked good tonight you know.

I turned my head to look at him, my lips twitching. “Yeah? Even when I was awkwardly standing in the corner?”

He smiled, leaning down until our faces were inches apart. “Especially then.” His voice was soft, teasing, but there was something deeper in his eyes , something that made my breath catch.

I felt his fingers trace slow, lazy circles over my waist, sending shivers down my spine. “Jk…” I whispered, unsure of what I wanted to say, but he silenced me with a soft kiss.

His lips moved gently against mine, slow and unhurried, as if we had all the time in the world. The warmth of him, the way his hand slid under my shirt to rest on my lower back, pulling me closer, made my heart race.

I sighed into the kiss, my hands finding their way to his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. Jk pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his forehead resting against mine.

He kissed me again, deeper this time, his body pressing against mine in a way that made my skin tingle. Every touch felt like he was memorizing me, like he never wanted to let go.

The soft glow from the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls. Jk hovered over me, his weight warm and comforting as he pressed gentle kisses down my jawline, trailing to the curve of my neck. My fingers traced slow patterns over his back, feeling the way his muscles tensed under my touch.

"You’re so warm," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

Jk chuckled against my skin, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just below my ear. "That’s because you’re holding onto me like I’ll disappear," he teased, his breath hot and teasing.

I swallowed hard, my hands gripping the fabric of his shirt. "Maybe I don’t want to let go," I admitted softly.

His expression softened, and he pulled back slightly, just enough to look into my eyes. There was something in his gaze something deep and full of emotion. He reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair from my forehead, his touch lingering. "Then don’t," he whispered before leaning in again, capturing my lips in a slow, tender kiss.

His fingers trailed down my side, grazing the hem of my shirt before slipping underneath, his touch feather-light against my skin. I shivered, arching into him instinctively.

He smiled against my lips, his hand settling gently on my waist. "Relax, baby," he murmured, pressing his forehead against mine.

I let out a soft laugh, feeling my heart swell with love for him. "I know. I just… I love being close to you."

He kissed me again, deeper this time, his hand moving up to cup my face, his thumb tracing slow circles against my cheek. His other hand trailed down my back, pulling me flush against him.

Minutes passed, or maybe hours it was hard to tell when his lips were on mine, when his touch felt so consuming yet so gentle. The outside world faded away, and all that mattered was the way we fit together, the way he whispered my name like it was something sacred.

Eventually, we pulled apart, breathless, our foreheads still pressed together. Jk smiled, his fingers lightly trailing down my arm. "Come here," he said, tugging me closer until I was curled up against his chest.

And just like that, wrapped in his warmth, I knew I didn't need anything else in that moment.

As I lay in Jk’s arms, I tilted my head up to look at him, and he smiled down at me, his eyes filled with something so tender it made my chest ache.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.

I nodded, biting my lip. "Yeah... just thinking how lucky I am."

Jk chuckled softly, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead. "I’m the lucky one, you know? You put up with all my teasing, my bad habits..."

I rolled my eyes, playfully nudging him. "Oh, don’t act so innocent. You know exactly what you’re doing when you tease me ,and also when you ignores me."

He smirked, tightening his arms around me. "Maybe I just like seeing you blush."

"And about ignoring thing" I asked him.

He said, "Baby, I'm not ignoring you. It's just that the pressure from academics and family becomes so much that I can't find time for you."

But you easily find time to hang out with Somi, and now Jihyun too. It's just me you don't have time for," I said to him sadly.

Somi and I are both in medicine, so I usually study with her. And you know Jihyun, he's my roommate," he said with a smile, gently tucking my hair behind my ear. "You can understand that much, right?"

Okay, I can understand... but why is it always me? Why not someone else for a change?" I said, my voice trembling. As I felt tears welling up in my eyes, I quickly snuggled into his chest to hide them.

"But you love me," he whispered, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear, his breath warm and teasing.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding as I met his gaze. "Yeah," I admitted softly, my fingers tightening in his shirt. "I really do."

Jk's expression softened instantly, his playful smirk melting into something more serious. He cupped my face gently, his thumbs caressing my cheeks as he studied me."I love you too," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "So much."

Hearing those words, so simple yet so profound, made my chest tighten with emotion. I leaned into him, and our lips met again, this time slower, more meaningful. His hands roamed gently across my back, holding me close but never pushing too far. The kiss deepened, and I felt myself getting lost in him, in the warmth, in the comfort of being his.