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

continuous Bloody Love 🔴-4

The atmosphere at the breakfast table was thick with unspoken tension. Jungkook entered, his expression carefully neutral, and settled into his usual seat beside Taehyung.

A moment later, Jin approached, a bright smile plastered on his face. "Taehyung-ah," he said sweetly, his gaze fixed on the younger member, "could you please swap seats with me? I want to sit next to my husband."

Jungkook's hand, which was reaching for a piece of toast, clenched into a tight fist under the table. His jaw tightened imperceptibly.

Taehyung, sensing the underlying currents, exchanged a quick, uneasy glance with Jimin before obliging. He stood up and moved to Jin's vacated seat.

Jin beamed, settling down beside Jungkook. "Honey," he said, his voice overly cheerful as he began piling food onto Jungkook's plate. "I made your favorite!" Under the table, his hand snaked out and teasingly squeezed Jungkook's thigh.

Later, in the drawing room, the members tried to relax in front of the television. Jin entered, carrying a mug of coffee, and without a word, perched himself directly on Jungkook's lap, effectively sandwiching the younger man.

He leaned against Jungkook, deliberately making eye contact with Jimin across the room, a smug possessiveness radiating from his posture. He then punctuated his display by placing a lingering kiss on Jungkook's cheek.
Jungkook's face, which had been a mask of controlled irritation, finally snapped. He stood up abruptly, sending Jin tumbling unceremoniously onto the couch.

Before anyone could react, Jungkook's hand lashed out, a sharp crack echoing through the silent room as his palm connected with Jin's cheek.

A stunned silence descended upon the drawing room. Everyone stared at Jungkook and the shocked Jin, their faces mirroring disbelief and confusion.
Jungkook's chest heaved, his eyes blazing with a cold fury. "Before any of you say anything... about him being my hyung... and how I shouldn't do this..." He paused, his gaze sweeping across the shocked faces of his bandmates.

"I want to remind you all. Seokjin is my husband. And if he does something against my will, something I don't like, I have the full right to teach him a lesson." His voice was hard, leaving no room for argument, the playful maknae completely gone, replaced by a man pushed to his breaking point.

The air in the dance studio was thick with exertion, the rhythmic thud of their feet against the floor echoing off the mirrored walls. BTS was intensely focused on perfecting their choreography, each member moving with practiced precision.

Seokjin, however, seemed to have his attention divided. He hovered around Jungkook, offering him a water bottle after every few sequences, even when Jungkook barely looked winded.

He draped a small towel around Jungkook's neck, his fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary. He even attempted to wipe a bead of sweat from Jungkook's forehead, his touch overly tender.

Jungkook, though trying to maintain his concentration, found Jin's constant attention distracting. He stopped mid-move, his gaze sharp as he turned to Jin. "Hyung," he said, his voice carrying a hint of irritation, "with all due respect, instead of doing all this, maybe if you focused on your dancing, it would be better for the group."
Jin's smile faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered. "But Jungkook-ah, you're my husband. It's my duty to take care of you."

Jungkook's jaw tightened. "Your primary duty right now, Seokjin," he said, his voice firm and leaving no room for argument, "is towards the group. Please focus on the choreography."

He turned back to the dance instructor, signaling to continue, leaving Jin standing there, his attempts at affection gently but firmly rebuffed in front of the other members. The studio, usually a space of shared passion and camaraderie, now held a palpable tension, a silent testament to the strained dynamic between the newly married couple.