Different colors of flag || jikook

Chapter 43

Jimin's pov:

After dinner, laughter and chaos still buzzed in the house.
Minjun, high on excitement from the evening, grabbed my hand.
" playy!" he shouted, dragging me down the hallway.

I chuckled. "Alright, alright, boss. Where are we hiding?"

Minjun’s eyes sparkled mischievously. He pointed at one of the guest rooms.
" here!"
He shoved me inside and quickly closed the door click locking it from the outside.

I laughed and turned around only to freeze.

Jk was already in the room.

Standing by the window, half in shadow, he looked up, surprised. His dark eyes locked with mine.
For a moment, neither moved.

My heartbeat thudded loudly.

Outside, we could hear Minjun's gleeful giggles as he ran away, proud of his mischief.

Inside, tension coiled like a wire pulled too tight.

JK cleared his throat, his voice low.
"You’re... locked in too, huh?"

I leaned casually against the door, flipping my hair back. "Looks like your kid’s trying to set us up. Smart boy," i tease him, with a sly smile.

JK's lips twitched, almost like he wanted to smile  but instead, he stepped closer.
Too close.

The air shifted, heavy and electric.

I refused to back away. If JK wanted to play this game, so be it.

"You’re standing awfully close," i murmured, tilting my head mockingly.

JK leaned in just a fraction more, his voice a dangerous whisper.
"Maybe you’re standing too still."

My breath caught, but i covered it with a smirk.
"You wish," i breathed, eyes gleaming with challenge.

We stayed like that the space between us almost nonexistent  the pull magnetic.
One wrong move and we would crash into each other.

Before either could act, we heard frantic knocking.
Minjun’s tiny voice called out, "Sowwy ! I forwot! I’ll get tomeone!"(Sorry I forgot you're stuck! I'll get someone!)

I burst out laughing, stepping back.
JK exhaled a rough chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

Minutes later, Minjun unlocked the door, beaming proudly.
"Didu have fun?" he asked innocently.

I ruffled his hair. "More than you know, little devil."

Author POV:

Back in the living room, the evening continued with Minjun and Jimin becoming a literal nightmare for Naya.
They teamed up perfectly  every time she spoke, Minjun interrupted her with random dinosaur roars, and Jimin pretended to faint dramatically.

Jungkook watched it all quietly, a soft smile hidden behind his serious face.
He didn’t stop Minjun or Jimin  not even when Naya glared at him.
Instead, he helped Minjun build a fort with couch cushions and whispered secret encouragements in his ear.

Naya seethed silently.
Jungkook wasn’t paying attention to her.
Jimin was stealing the room's energy, Minjun’s love, and slowly  Jungkook's gaze.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

Straightening her back, she clapped her hands loudly, making everyone look at her.
With an overly sweet smile, she announced, loud enough for everyone to hear:

"In three weeks... Kook and I are getting married."

The room fell into a suffocating silence.

Minjun’s happy face fell into confusion.
Jimin stood frozen, his fake smile slipping from his lips.

Jungkook looked away, jaw tight.

Jimin felt something inside him crack deep and painful.

He forced a laugh, though his chest burned.
"Wow... congratulations," he said, voice sharper than he meant it to be.

Minjun tugged at Jimin’s shirt, whispering, "whyy shad?"
Jimin blinked quickly, plastering on a bright, fake smile.
"No way, munchkin. I'm thrilled," he lied through his teeth.

But Naya saw it  and she smirked victoriously.

Jungkook’s mom looked torn between fury and sadness but said nothing.

Jimin needed air.
"Excuse me," he muttered and walked outside, the night breeze hitting his face like a slap.

Behind him, he heard Minjun calling, "angwel!" — but Jimin kept walking, his hands trembling.

He had walked into this house tonight thinking maybe, just maybe, there was something real sparking between him and Jungkook.
That maybe Jungkook felt it too.

But it was all a joke.
A cruel, twisted joke.

Three weeks.
Just three weeks left before Jungkook belonged to someone else.
To someone who didn't deserve him.
To someone who would never love Minjun the way Jimin already did.

Jimin wiped a tear angrily from his cheek.
He wouldn’t cry.
Not for them.
Not here.

Inside the house, Minjun pouted, looking at Jungkook.
"Appa... why angwel shad?"

Jungkook didn't answer.
Because deep down... he already knew.

And it was killing him too.