Different colors of flag || jikook

Chapter 35

We were both sitting in my room since Suga had gone out.I was scrolling my phone and Jk was reading some book when I kept getting message notifications. They were from a friend I had made during my trip to Jeju.

I noticed that every time a message popped up, Jk's expression changed slightly something felt off, as if he was curious about who I was texting.

(Honestly this friend understood my silences without asking too many questions. The endless late-night calls and text exchanges with him (new friend )became my new escape.)

But Jk didn't take it well. He noticed the way my attention shifted, the way mine laughter now belonged to someone else over the phone. Subtle tension between us erupted when i was lying on my bed, giggling softly at phone screen.

Eventually, he asked me about it. I didn't say anything at first, but then he spoke again...

"You're always on your phone these days," Jk muttered from chair, looking up. His voice was tight, controlled, but the edge was clear.

I barely spared him a glance. "Yeah, I have friends too, you know," i replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

Jk slammed his book shut, standing up abruptly. "What's that supposed to mean?"

I sighed, sitting up and finally looking at him. "I mean... You were always with Somi and Jihyun, Jk. I just... I found someone who actually gives me time, and I like it."

Jk scoffed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Oh, so now I'm the bad guy? You're acting like I never cared about you!"

My smile faded. "You didn't. Not when I needed you the most. Do you even know what I went through? I wanted you to hold me, Jk. I wanted you to stay. But you were always somewhere else with them." His voice cracked, and for a second, Jk saw the vulnerability beneath his frustration.

Jk rolled his eyes, his patience snapping. "Jimin, everyone has problems. You're not the only one struggling. Stop acting like the victim all the time!"

The words hit me like a slap. My face paled, and for a moment, just stared at Jk in disbelief. "Victim?" My voice was barely a whisper. "You think I enjoy this? You think I chose to be this way?" My breathing grew rapid, hands shaking. "You don't get it, Jk. No one ever does. My past... my whole life... people leave me, and I thought " I choked, swallowing back the lump in throat, "I thought you'd be different."

Jk's expression hardened. "You can't keep holding me responsible for your happiness, Jimin. It's exhausting."

I felt my chest tighten, vision blurring with unshed tears. Without another word, i stood up and pointed toward the door. "Get out," i said, my voice trembling.

"Jimin, don't do this," Jk stepped closer, but i backed away.

"I said get out!" I shouted, my entire body shaking uncontrollably.

Jk hesitated, looking at me one last time before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

As soon as Jk left, the room felt too big, too suffocating. I collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air. My chest tightened painfully, and fingers clawed at my arms as if trying to hold myself together.

"Not again," i whispered, tears streaming down to my face. "Not again, please..."

Authors POV:

The panic attack hit him like a wave, his thoughts spiraling out of control. He curled up in a corner of the room, shaking violently, his breath coming out in ragged sobs. Every voice in his head screamed at him "You're not enough. He doesn't love you. You're a burden. Everyone leaves."

Jimin didn't leave his room for two days after that. Hobi and Taehyung noticed, but he kept brushing them off with weak excuses over text. Food deliveries piled up outside his door, untouched. The darkness in his room matched the emptiness in his chest.

On the third day, Suga showed up. He didn't knock, didn't wait for permission. He simply entered and sat beside Jimin on the floor, wrapping an arm around him without saying a word.

Jimin broke down instantly, sobbing into Suga's shoulder, muttering incoherent apologies and fears. Suga just held him, his grip firm but gentle.

"You're not alone, Jimin," Suga whispered. "I'm here, we're all here. You have to let us in."

Jimin shook his head. "But he left, Suga. Just like everyone else."

Suga sighed, brushing Jimin's hair back. "Jk is... Jk is confused. And you're hurting. But running away from yourself won't fix anything."

Jimin sniffled but didn't respond, burying his face in his knees.

Two days later, Suga had to leave for his music work. Before leaving, he sat on Jimin's bed, watching him with careful eyes.

"Will you be okay?," Suga asked, gripping Jimin's hand tightly. "You'll find your way. And when you do, we'll be right here, waiting."

I don't want to leave you, but I've been waiting for this opportunity for a long time. Please, don't do anything wrong."

Jimin managed a small nod, but his eyes were still clouded with sadness. Suga sighed, giving him a soft smile before leaving.

That night, Jimin sat alone in his room, staring at his reflection in the window. He looked hollow, empty.

He picked up his phone, scrolling through old photos of him and Jungkook smiling, laughing, happy. The ache in his chest deepened, and he whispered to himself, "Maybe I was never enough."

Tears slid down his cheeks, but this time, he didn't try to wipe them away.

Jimin sat on his bed, staring blankly at his phone screen. The call log was filled with unanswered calls to Jungkook each one cut off without a response. It had been a week now. A whole week of being ignored, of feeling invisible. His heart ached, and no matter how much he tried to distract himself, the emptiness only grew heavier.

He dialed again. "The number you are trying to reach is currently unavailable."