Tomorrow. The word echoed in his mind like a slow drumbeat. Tomorrow, Jungkook would get married. Not to him.

Seven echoes. Seven stories. Start:- 3rd November 2025

Jeon Seokjin has been married to Jeon Jungkook for seven years. Once, they were happy. Once, he believed love would last. But people change... And sometimes, the one you love forgets you ever mattered. When Seokjin discovers he's carrying their second child - while being treated like a burden in his own family - he chooses to walk away silently. Only when he is gone... will they realize he was the heart of their home.

Jin was Jungkook's brother's best friend. They started as friends, but they got entangled in one person who started their hatred for each other. That was two years ago. Now that they met again in the military. Jin is Jungkook's superior, but Jungkook refuses to back down, despite the rank and superiority. Until the tension between them reached its boiling point, and Jungkook started doubting that maybe this is not just other competition and dislike. Maybe it was more than that.

Best friends. Bandmates. Lovers. Jin and Jungkook shared a secret love in high school, but dreams and ambition tore them apart. Jungkook chased superstardom, leaving Jin behind, while Jin built his empire and tried to move on with Taehyung - his fiancé and Jungkook's best friend. Will they fight for the love they lost, or will the past and responsibilities keep them apart forever? A heart-wrenching, passionate story of love, heartbreak, and second chances - where fame, friendship, and forbidden desire collide.

How a truth that was untold interrupted Jungkook's and Seokjin's peaceful life.

Some jinkook short story .

"Seriously, Jungkook, could you be any louder?" Jin snapped at me out of nowhere, his voice sharp enough to make me jump. "Baby, I didn't say anything-I'm just breathing," I replied softly, trying to keep the peace and not rile him up further. "Then stop breathing," he shot back, his teeth gritted, his tone laced with irritation. I let out an awkward chuckle, hoping to lighten the mood. "Ha ha, baby, you know I can't do that. Our little bun would be down one parent, and you'd be stuck a widower. That doesn't sound too great to me." He tilted his head, a sweet smile curling his lips, but his words sent a nervous chill down my spine. "Okay then, if you don't listen to me now, our bun will have one parent less and be born in prison. How does that sound to you?" Ship: Jinkook Side ships: Vhope / Yoonmin Start date: 6/4/2025 End date :

He offered him a contract. But what he took was far more than consent. Jungkook was the kind of artist people whispered about. Not because he spoke, but because he didn't. Not because he loved, but because he painted like he had. Violently. Obsessively. As if every canvas could crack open the body and show the soul beneath. Six months before his next exhibition - the most coveted of the decade - he had nothing. No form moved him. No image stayed. His hunger had outgrown his art. And then he saw him. A man standing in the rain by the Han River, head tilted to the sky like he was listening to a god no one else could hear. Soaked. Still. Entirely unaware that someone had just decided to break him open. Jungkook sent for him. Their first meeting wasn't tender. It was transactional. "I want to paint you," he said. "As you are. As you'll become. For six months. On your knees, in pieces, however I see you. You'll name your price. I'll pay it. But I won't promise kindness. Or mercy." Jin said yes. What followed was not a love story. It was a reckoning in seven paintings - each more intimate, more invasive, more breathtaking than the last. The world called it a masterpiece. The critics called it The Seven Stages of Love. But those who looked too long saw something else entirely: A man unraveling another man in real time. A deal that should've stayed on paper. And a canvas that never should've been hung.