Different colors of flag || jikook

Chapter 45

The party was a lavish affair set in a grand, chandelier-lit ballroom with golden drapes, marble floors, and soft classical music playing in the background. The entire space gleamed with elegance. Champagne flowed, laughter echoed, and everything looked picture-perfect.

Jungkook looked impossibly handsome in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo, the kind that made people turn to steal a second glance. His hair was styled to perfection, and the confidence in his stride made it impossible to ignore him.

Right beside him was Naya, dressed to kill in a sultry, wine-red gown that hugged every curve. Her makeup was flawless, her heels tall, and she walked like she owned the room. The two of them floated through the crowd like the perfect couple, hand in hand.

Jimin, Taehyung, Suga, Seokjin, Hobi and Mr.jeon were all suited up in tuxedos too, blending in with the elite crowd while keeping an eye on every detail. Minjun and Jinsun, looked like little angels in their dresses, giggling as they played under the watchful eyes of the staff. Even Jungkook’s mom stood out in her elegant blue dress with pearls around her neck, radiating class and grace.

Everything was going according to plan. Jungkook and Naya going to make their big announcement in tonight's party 'their engagement'. Guests were buzzing in anticipation, glasses raised in waiting.

And then perfectly on cue a random man walked up to them, holding a glass of red wine.

He "accidentally" bumped into Naya, spilling the entire glass onto the front of her expensive dress.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry!” he said, eyes wide with guilt, hands trembling. “It was a complete accident please forgive me!”

Naya’s expression turned stormy, lips parting in shock and anger. “Are you kidding me?! This is designer!”

Before she could fully explode, Jungkook gently placed a hand on her arm and said calmly, “It’s okay, Naya. Go to the washroom and try to clean it. It’ll be fine.”

Still fuming but unwilling to argue in front of so many people, she huffed and stormed off toward the restroom.

The man who had spilled the wine gave one last exaggerated “I’m so sorry,” then walked away his expression changing the moment he turned. Taehyung, who had been pretending to chat near the bar, made eye contact with him and gave a subtle nod.

The man smiled and gave a discreet thumbs up.

Step one of the plan: complete.

Now that Jungkook was standing alone, Jimin entered the scene walking confidently through the crowd with a wine glass in hand. His dress shimmered under the lights, and his eyes were locked onto one person only.

“Congratulations,” he said softly as he reached him. “You’re getting married.”

Jungkook turned his head, smirking, but said nothing.

Just then, a waiter approached with another glass of wine for Jungkook. Jimin’s heart skipped. This wasn’t part of the plan.

If he took the waiter’s wine instead of his it would all fall apart.

Panic started to creep in his eyes, but he kept his smile. Think fast.

Before Jungkook could reach for the waiter’s glass, Jimin stepped closer. “You know,” he said, his voice low and nostalgic, “since you're about to start a whole new life, don’t you think we should toast... to what we once had?”

Jungkook's eyes softened. “And how would we do that?”

Jimin took one daring step forward, closing the distance between them. he raised his glass and lightly pressed it to Jungkook lips. “Like this.”

Jungkook didn’t move at first. But then, slowly, he parted his lips and took a sip his eyes still locked on Jimin's .

Then Jimin lifted Jungkook’s wine glass from his hand and took a sip from it herself. “An indirect kiss,” he whispered playfully.

Both of them smiled, but there was something deeper lingering in the air now. Something unspoken.

Jungkook blinked. His chest rose and fell a little quicker. He shifted slightly, tugging at the collar of his tux. Suddenly, a wave of heat washed over him like something had changed. His heart raced. His thoughts blurred.

Jimin leaned in and softly took his hand.

“Come with me,” he said gently.

Without hesitation, Jungkook let him guide him out of the party.

Outside, a sleek black car stood waiting, the driver holding the door open. Jimin helped him into the backseat, climbed in beside him, and the door closed.

The engine purred.

The car pulled away from the glittering party, taking Jungkook farther and farther from the venue, from the lights, from Naya... and deeper into the unknown.