Different colors of flag || jikook

Chapter 47

From that day on, Jimin and Jungkook couldn’t stay away from each other. If they weren’t talking on the phone or sending secret messages, they were finding ways to meet stealing kisses in quiet corners, hiding away in a house, an office, or sometimes makeout in a car and hotel became their secret escape for intimacy where no one could see them.

Their bond grew stronger, a private world known only to them. No one else had any idea they were romantically involved at least, not yet.

But Naya was watching. Her sharp eyes caught every little change: Jungkook’s lighter mood, the way his phone seemed to light up at odd hours, the quiet smiles he tried to hide. She sensed something… and she didn’t like it.

Determined to uncover the truth, she began digging, her suspicion growing darker with each passing day. And eventually… she found it. Their secret.

And now, she had the power to destroy it.

AFTER A MONTH

Jimin had started visiting Jungkook’s house more often, little Minjun had grown attached to him more. One day, when Jimin was about to leave, Minjun stubbornly insisted he stay. he gave in, and that night, Jimin, Jungkook, and Minjun ended up sleeping together in the same bed.

The next morning, Jungkook and Jimin were still curled up in each other’s arms when Naya walked into the room to wake Jungkook. The sight froze her in place. Her expression hardened, and without saying a word, she stormed out, seething with anger the rest of the morning.

At the breakfast table, Minjun completely unaware of the tension decided to more frustrate Naya. Looking at Jimin with a bright smile, he called out for the first time, “Eomma!” The room went silent. Jimin’s eyes widened, Jungkook couldn’t help but smile, and Minjun giggled proudly.

But Naya’s face flushed red with fury. She scolded Minjun sharply, “Don’t call Jimin that he’s a boy!” Then, with a pointed glare, she threw a disgusting expression at Jimin.

Before anyone else could react, Jungkook’s voice cut through the air, firm and clear. “From now on, if anyone says a single bad word to Jimin… they’ll have to answer to me.” His parents exchanged a look of quiet pride at their son’s words.

After breakfast, Jimin was alone in the living area, sitting comfortably on the couch with a laptop balanced on his knees. The morning light poured in through the tall windows, casting a soft glow across the room. He looked relaxed, focused completely unbothered.

That peace didn’t last long.

Naya stepped into the room, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. There was a smug, calculating look in her eyes the kind she wore when she wanted to make someone feel small. She stopped a few feet from him, ready to deliver a perfectly crafted insult.

But Jimin didn’t flinch. Instead, he closed the laptop halfway, looked up at her, and gave a slow, deliberate smile.

“Something you want to say?” he asked calmly, almost as if inviting her to try.

Naya’s lips curled, but before she could respond, Jimin set his laptop aside and reached for his phone. With a few taps, he pulled up a photo and turned the screen toward her.

Her eyes widened.

It was a picture of Jimin lying in bed, held close by Jungkook both of them asleep, completely unclothed. The image was unmistakable… and intimate. Jimin didn’t say a word, letting the picture speak for itself.

“This was… after the party,” he said softly, with just enough bite in his tone to make her blood boil.

For a moment, Naya’s mind went back to that night Jungkook had told her he’d gone to the office for some urgent work. But now, the truth was staring her in the face, and it burned. Her chest tightened with frustration and rage.