✅(JINKOOK+TAEJIN)❤️ 2nd Book(completed)

continuous bloody love 🔴-3

The wedding ceremony had been a blur, a strange mix of forced smiles and underlying tension. Seokjin, despite the circumstances, tried to radiate happiness, clinging to the fact that Jungkook was now officially his husband. Jungkook, on the other hand, moved through the motions with a grim detachment, his eyes often drifting towards an empty space, a silent acknowledgment of Jimin's absence.

Later that night, Seokjin, his heart fluttering with a nervous excitement, made his way to Jungkook's room. He found Jungkook standing by the window, gazing out at the night sky, his silhouette stark against the moonlight. Seokjin's steps were light as he ran to Jungkook and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, burying his face in Jungkook's back.

"Today, I am very happy, Jungkook-ah!" he murmured, his voice filled with a hopeful tenderness.
Jungkook gently but firmly removed Seokjin's hands and turned to face him, his expression devoid of any warmth.

"Maybe today is the happiest day for you, Jin-hyung," he said, his voice flat and cold, "but for me, it's the saddest day."

A shadow of hurt flickered across Seokjin's face, but he tried to maintain his composure.

"I understand your pain, Kook-ah," he said softly. "But you agreed to marry me. I didn't force you, did I?" He reached out, gently taking Jungkook's hand. "Please, give me a chance. I will try my hardest to make you forget Jimin."

He lifted Jungkook's hand to his lips, wanting to kiss it, to bridge the gap between them.

Jungkook abruptly pulled his hand away and walked towards the bed, lying down with his back to Seokjin. Seokjin's shoulders slumped slightly. This wasn't the fairytale first night he had imagined, but he tried to be understanding. Jungkook needed time.

As Seokjin was about to climb into bed beside Jungkook, the younger man's voice cut through the silence, sharp and cold.

"Go sleep on the floor, Jin-hyung. There's no place for you on this bed."

Seokjin stared at Jungkook, a flicker of anger igniting within him. "Are you kidding me? Sleep on the floor? In your dreams! I'm not some innocent you can push around, Jungkook. You know that, right?" He confidently laid down on the bed next to Jungkook, a defiant glint in his eyes.

"Can't you hear me?" Jungkook said, his voice rising with irritation. "I am your husband. I order you to go to the floor!"

"You go if you want!" Seokjin retorted, closing his eyes and feigning sleep. "I'm not going, honey..."

Jungkook lay there for a moment, seething with frustration. He didn't want to share a bed with Jin, not tonight, maybe not ever. With an irritated sigh, he got up and stalked over to the couch in the corner of the room, curling up on it to sleep, leaving Seokjin alone in the large bed. The first night of their marriage was a stark testament to the chasm that lay between them, a cold reality far removed from the hopeful dreams Seokjin had harbored.

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The morning sun streamed through the dorm windows, casting long shadows down the staircase. Seokjin, his heart still heavy from the previous night, made his way downstairs to prepare breakfast. He reached the top of the stairs, his hand reaching for the railing.
Suddenly, a sharp push from behind sent him lurching forward. He gasped, his feet losing contact with the steps. His fingers scrabbled for the railing, but his grip slipped on the smooth wood. A wave of terror washed over him, and he squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the fall.

But it never came. A strong hand suddenly gripped his wrist, halting his descent. He cautiously opened his eyes and looked back. It was Jungkook, his face a mask of conflicting emotions.
"Jungkook-ah!" Jin whispered, his voice filled with disbelief and a tremor of fear. He couldn't reconcile the image of the cold, distant Jungkook from the night before with the hand that was now preventing his fall. Had Jungkook really pushed him?

Jungkook's grip tightened slightly. "Should I let go, Jin-hyung? It would be a fitting revenge, wouldn't it? That day, because of you, I slipped from these very stairs." His voice was low, laced with a bitter edge.

A tear escaped Jin's eye, tracing a lonely path down his cheek. If that's what you truly want, Jungkook-ah, I can accept it. I can die happily knowing you might finally find peace, he thought, his gaze fixed on Jungkook's hand holding his.

With a sudden resolve, Jin tried to gently remove his hand from Jungkook's grip, a silent offering.

Jungkook's eyes widened in shock as he felt Jin's hand slipping away, the weight suddenly shifting. Instinctively, his other hand shot out, catching Jin around the waist and pulling him back, hard, against his chest.

Jin's breath hitched as he found himself pressed against Jungkook, the younger man's arms now securely around him. He rested his head on Jungkook's chest, a small, fragile smile gracing his lips.

"You're not bad, Jungkook-ah," he murmured softly. "You can't be as bad as me. You saved me, even after wanting to let me fall. You're a soft-hearted person, deep down. I feel... blessed to have you as my husband."

Jungkook stiffened, then slowly unwrapped his arms, pushing Jin gently away. He turned and walked away without a word, leaving Seokjin standing at the top of the stairs, a hopeful smile lingering on his face.

"I love you, Jungkook-ah," Jin whispered to the empty space where Jungkook had stood. "And one day... one day you will surely love me back." The near-fall, the unexpected rescue, had planted a tiny seed of hope in his heart, a belief that beneath the cold exterior, Jungkook's true nature might eventually shine through.