After that night jungkook become more clingy and possessive of jin, and wouldnt get enough that beautiful human.
One evening, they were gathered in the studio after a long day of recording. The lights were low. Empty water bottles rolled lazily across the floor when someone nudged them.
Namjoon leaned back in his chair, thinking and processing everything like always but he was calm and happy to be with his members like this.
"They want one last full album, with bts" he said quietly.
No one asked what that meant. They all knew. A closing chapter of bts that has come to its end finally. its not like they are stressed or sad but they are happy and calm because they know they have achieved everything they wanted and it finally a time to let go but they are not gonna let go of each other and would always stay together.
Hoseok exhaled slowly. "Then we make it good and slay hard babies."
Yoongi nodded. "No filler. Just us and together."
After a while, the conversation shifted. Not about endings. About the beginnings of something new.
Yoongi spoke first.
"I don't want to be in front of cameras forever,anymore and i hate dancing so much" he admitted. "I want to produce. Build something behind the scenes. Work with younger artists and make masterpiece while lazing around in my loves arms." as he smile sweetly at hobi.
It suited him it more like him. Calm control. Creation without spotlight.
Hoseok smiled at that. "Then I'll steal your trainees and train them hard till they drop and slay."
Yoongi raised an eyebrow but it was reassuring and happiness bloomed in his heart.
"I'm serious," Hoseok continued. "I want to choreograph. Maybe coach. Help idols who don't believe they're good enough yet."
His eyes softened when he said it, he will always support his baby.
Hoseok had once been the one who stayed when someone else didn't believe and grown into someone so awesome.
Jimin rested his chin on his hand. "I've been getting acting offers."
Taehyung glanced at him. "You'd be good."
Jimin smiled faintly. "Maybe modeling too."
Taehyung didn't look away this time.
"I've been meeting investors," he said casually. "Restaurants. Fashion. Maybe open something with Jin-hyung and grow our own business you were always saying you want to do that."
Jin blinked. "With me really?"
"You have taste," Taehyung shrugged. "And business sense."
Jin laughed softly. "Flattery won't get you free meals."
But something thoughtful flickered in his eyes maybe its not a bad idea.
" i would go for a modeling i have received so many offers already" jin said.
Namjoon folded his hands.
"I think… I want to write."
Everyone looked at him.
"Books?" Jungkook asked.
"Maybe. Essays. Poetry. or maybe lyrics that will steal all hearts I don't know yet."
It felt right. Words had always belonged to him he is the best lyricist they have that made show every emotion and story through his lyrics.
Then the room grew quiet. All eyes turned to Jungkook to hear what he wants to do he still young.
He didn't hesitate at all he knew what he want to do.
"I'm not done being on stage," he said simply. "I want to go bigger. Different countries. My own tour and i know i still have more years to be idol."
No one looked surprised. Jin didn't either he knew that what jungkook loved being and doing.
But still his fingers tightened slightly around the hem of his sleeve.
The last album took months.
Long nights in the studio. Old demo tracks reopened. Lyrics rewritten and choreographies. and lots emotions for their fans that they dont want to left behind. there only regret was they want to never leave army they always wants stay with them.
It felt like packing a suitcase filled with years and leaving thousand of flowers behind.
One evening, Jungkook stayed late recording harmonies. Jin lingered with him, sitting on the couch, watching him through the glass, mesmerized by his love.
When Jungkook finished, sweaty and flushed, he stepped out into the dim studio looking all hot and casual bf.
"You didn't have to stay, you should have rested honey" he said.
"I wanted to sweety, looking at you like this is my paradise."
Jungkook stepped closer, close enough that Jin could smell the faint mix of cologne and sweat.
"You're staring again, and being a clingy cat in heat" Jungkook murmured.
"I am." he said sexily biting his lips.
Jungkook's hand slid lightly to Jin's waist, careful, aware of the unlocked door.
Jin met his eyes.
" you're about to belong to the world."
Jungkook's expression changed slightly.
"I already do."
Jin shook his head.
"No. You choose to stand in front of it. That's different."
Jungkook leaned in and kissed him softly.
It wasn't rushed. It deepened slowly, like a conversation without words. Jin's fingers curled into Jungkook's shirt. When they separated, Jungkook rested his forehead against his.
"I don't belong to the world," he whispered.
"I belong to you and will always be yours." and kissed him last time before carrying him to bed to make love.
Jealousy returned quietly. It happened during a photoshoot.
Jin had accepted a small modeling campaign, nothing major yet. Just a preview of what might come. And take the step toward the new beginning.
Jungkook visited the set between schedules just he can check out his babe and steal some kiss he miss him so much and his sexy legs.
He didn't expect to see Jin standing under bright white lights while a stylist adjusted his collar, hands lingering a little too comfortably as they chatted.
Jin laughed politely at something the photographer said and got little handsy. but what got jungkook was the glint in the eye of that stylist like he want jin.
Jungkook felt something sharp and irrational in his chest, it was jealousy he felt.
but He didn't interrupt not yet. He stood back. Watching them from distance.
That night, he was quieter than usual, fire going inside his heart he dosent want to share his love.
In Jin's room, the silence stretched.
"You're upset, sweety about anything" Jin said finally.
"I'm not."
"You are you didnt even said honey."
Jungkook looked at him then, really looked.
"I didn't like the way he touched you and looked at you."
Jin blinked.
"who, the stylist, He's was doing his job."
"I know."
Silence.
Then Jungkook stepped forward.
"But I still didn't like it, i know its your work and trust you but still i dont i am sorry."
Jin studied him for a long moment.
Then he stepped closer, gently taking Jungkook's hand and placing it at his waist. He sat on his lap gliding and caressing his cheek.
"Then you touch me, and make sure that i will always be your and no one can me from you" Jin said softly.
The tension shifted. Jungkook's hand tightened instinctively.
The kiss that followed was not soft at first. It carried heat. Possession. The fire to make jin his forever.
But when Jin's fingers slid into Jungkook's hair, the edge melted into something deeper.
Not anger. Want. just Reassurance between them.
Jungkook got from his place with jin on his lap and carried him to the bed. he layed him down carefully and removed his shirt as he kiss him hard as fuck making him mine , he moved his smooth skin and neck marking his territory with bite mark , he sucked his niples as his hands slipped in jin underwear after removing the pajamas of his , preparing him.
Jungkook after kissing him his lips biting and sucking on them, he made sure to kiss all his body evey where and mark him to show who he belongs to. he also removed his clothes fully and made sure to ask jin if he can move to next.
He positioned himself he was already just by the look of jin he has been downbad. he inserted himself as jin moaned whenever he moved inside..They moved together slowly, deliberately, like they were reminding each other where they belonged.
Jungkook whispered his name against his skin. jin answered with quiet certainty. they cummed together jin in between there body and jungkook inside him.
Afterward, lying tangled together, Jungkook exhaled shakily.
"I'm sorry."
Jin brushed his thumb across Jungkook's cheek.
"For what?"
"For feeling like that."
Jin smiled faintly.
"It means you care and now you to give me massage also give me bath i am sticky." they smiled and spent their night together in each other arms.
Elsewhere, something new was beginning.
Taehyung and Jimin had started lingering near each other more often.
It wasn't obvious. Just small shifts.
Jimin fixing Taehyung's collar before tv interviews.
Taehyung waiting for Jimin after vocal lessons.
One night in the practice room, Jimin slipped during choreography and before he could get hurt.
Taehyung caught him instantly, hands firm at his waist.
They didn't let go immediately looking quietly into each other something strange settling in there.
Yoongi noticed. Hoseok noticed too.
They exchanged a quiet glance.
"Ah," Hoseok murmured softly.
Yoongi smirked. "About time."
The date of Jungkook's overseas solo schedule arrived faster than expected.
Flights. Press. Rehearsals abroad.
The night before he left, the dorm felt restless.
Suitcases lined the hallway.
Jin sat on Jungkook's bed, watching him fold clothes carefully.
"You'll call?" Jin asked quietly.
"Every day."
"You'll eat properly dont skip meals just because you wont work extra hard?"
"Yes my honey." and kissed his forehead.
"You'll sleep on time?"
Jungkook smiled faintly. "Maybe."
Jin stood and stepped closer.
"You're not allowed to fall in love with another country, comeback soon as you can i will miss you" he said lightly.
Jungkook reached for him, pulling him close and hugged him.
"I already fell in love once," he murmured. "I'm not repeating that."
The kiss was slow. Deep. Lingering.
When they finally lay down together, the weight of temporary distance hovered in the air.
Jungkook traced his fingers along Jin's spine, memorizing.
"I won't be gone forever," he whispered.
"I know."
But Jin held him tighter anyway.
Outside, the city moved toward morning.
And inside that quiet room, between the ending of one era and the beginning of another, they stayed wrapped around each other—
Always choosing.