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Chapter 19 || "Professor Kim: A victim. A Survivor. A Saint." || BOOK 2 OF PHOENIX IN HIS ARMS.

  It all started at 5:30 AM. The Kim Mansion, usually a haven of elegant tranquility, was quiet. Too quiet. Only the soft rustling of maids preparing breakfast could be heard. But even they paused now and then, throwing side-eyes to one another, whispering about how early a certain someone had woken up. “Did you see Master Jungkook today? He was already dressed and grinning when I passed by the hall,” whispered one maid. “And he was in a very good and cheerful mood today, just like a bouncy bunny hopping around,” Soojin added, looking at Jungkook with eyes full of adoration. “That’s exactly the problem,” the head maid deadpanned. “He’s planning something. I am already looking ahead to today's drama.” And oh, was he ever. Down the hall, Jungkook was tiptoeing past Taehyung’s study, holding a small remote and a very smug grin. Last night’s harmless teasing and playful bites weren’t enough for him. His Hyungie was too innocent and naïve sometimes. How can he not notic...
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Chapter 18 || "Professor Kim: A victim. A Survivor. A Saint." || BOOK 2 OF PHOENIX IN HIS ARMS.

  The bedroom was steeped in the soft glow of the moonlight slipping through the curtains. The once flickering candlelight had melted down to silence, and in the cozy aftermath of their emotional evening, Taehyung lay with Jungkook wrapped tightly around him like a vine—arms locked around his waist, legs tangled in his, and his cheek nestled in the crook of Taehyung's neck. It was peaceful. Until—Taehyung flinched slightly. A soft nibble. Then another. He blinked awake, confusion giving way to amusement as he realized it was Jungkook—still deep in sleep—gently biting at the base of his neck, mumbling something incoherent. Taehyung tilted his head slightly, stifling a chuckle. “What are you dreaming about, bunny?” He listened closely. Jungkook’s brows were faintly furrowed, lips barely moving as little sounds slipped through. “…H-Hyungggg…aah….mm… hubb-y…aah….so..go…ahh..ood… ” he mumbled between sleepy moans and murmurs. Taehyung’s eyes widened a bit, a slow, know...
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Chapter 17 || "Professor Kim: A victim. A Survivor. A Saint." || BOOK 2 OF PHOENIX IN HIS ARMS.

  Taehyung sits on their bed first, guiding Jungkook to stand in front of him by the silk tie still wrapped around his waist. The subtle jingle of the charms on Jungkook’s thigh echoed gently with every step — light, sweet, and absolutely intoxicating. Taehyung let go of the tie but turned slowly. His eyes dropped again to that glinting accessory dancing across Jungkook’s upper thigh. With a quiet hum, he reached out, fingers ghosting over the delicate chain. The cool metal shimmered against the soft skin it hugged, and Taehyung watched, fascinated, as one small charm twisted beneath his touch. He gave the chain a light flick. Jingle-jingle. Jungkook shivered. “Hyung...” “You have no idea what this does to me,” Taehyung murmured, voice low and full of awe. “How unfair it is.” Jungkook looked at him, lips parted. “Then... punish me.” Taehyung smirked — that slow, dangerous curl of lips — but his eyes remained tender. “You’re playing a dangerous game, baby.” Without a...
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Chapter 16 || "Professor Kim: A victim. A Survivor. A Saint." || BOOK 2 OF PHOENIX IN HIS ARMS.

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  The front door clicked shut with a dull echo as Taehyung stepped inside, the late evening air clinging to his coat like exhaustion wrapped around his frame. His briefcase, usually carried with confidence, now dangled loosely from his fingers before he dropped it on the small entryway bench. It had been a long day. As the President of Phoenix Rigid University and one of its most respected professors, the weight of the upcoming annual exams had pressed harder than usual. Endless meetings, last-minute scheduling, and frustrated staff had pulled every thread of energy from his body. He loosened his tie with one hand as he moved through the silent house, each step heavy. The soft click of his polished shoes against the wooden floor echoed in the quiet, making the stillness feel more pronounced. Their shared bedroom was dimly lit when he entered. His fingers hovered for a moment on the light switch, but he didn’t turn it on. Instead, he walked to the en-suite bathroom, his...
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Chapter 15 || "Professor Kim: A victim. A Survivor. A Saint." || BOOK 2 OF PHOENIX IN HIS ARMS.

  The grand marble pillars of Phoenix Rigid University loomed above Jungkook as he stormed through the bustling corridors, his pace frantic and eyes scanning every classroom he passed. Students parted to the sides, confused by their usually composed vice president looking like he had run all the way from Seoul. His breath came in sharp bursts, chest heaving under his black turtleneck. “Where are they?” he muttered, shoving open the door of a faculty lounge. Empty. “Jimin! Soobin! Niki!” he called under his breath like a lost child in a shopping mall. But there was no trace of them. His boots echoed through the halls as he checked the staff room, the cafeteria, even the auditorium — but it was as if his three best friends had vanished off the face of the university. He was nearly ready to scream when he caught a sudden breeze — and the faint sound of cheering. His head snapped toward the university grounds , the massive open field just behind the main building. With a h...
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Chapter 14 || "Professor Kim: A victim. A Survivor. A Saint." || BOOK 2 OF PHOENIX IN HIS ARMS.

  Just as their lips were about to meet, the vibrator was turned on by Taehyung, and “ahh!!!! Hy-P-Professor K-Kim… ahh… slow… ah… sooo.... goo-d...f-aster..n-ahhh....” Jungkook couldn’t stop from moaning because of the vibration in his ass. He is hugging Taehyung like a koala, his tied dick pressed between there bodies, already leaking even after the tie. “Baby, you are not allowed to pee on me. It's bad manners. Grow up.” Taehyung commented with a smirk when he felt that hot liquid over his stomach.   Jungkook not in his right mind pinched his dick’s tip to stop peeing while his moans can’t stop at all. He was about to droll because of pleasure and damn those hooded eyes of his. Taehyung cursed under his breath, seeing Jungkook lost in some other world of pleasure. He thought that only him fucking Jungkook like a beast can send him in that unknown world of pleasure but seeing him enjoying that toy (just a toy at its full mechanical speed) this much Taehyung can’t help ...
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CHAPTER 41 TO 47 : Phoenix in his arms

  Chapter Forty-One: The Morning Discovery Mrs. Kim stretched as she woke up, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. With a yawn, she sat up, already knowing that the kids had probably overslept again. If Taehyung woke up first and found them still lazing around, they’d be in deep trouble. Determined to prevent another round of punishments, she got up and decided to wake them herself. She first checked the guest rooms where the kids were supposed to be staying, but to her surprise, they were all empty. She frowned. Where did these brats go? A thought crossed her mind, and she smiled knowingly. Maybe they all ended up in Kookie’s room. With quiet steps, she made her way to Jungkook’s room and slowly opened the door. Just as she had suspected, the kids were all piled in there. Niki was curled up on the sofa, and Jimin and Soobin were sprawled across Jungkook’s bed, tangled in blankets like they had fought a war in their sleep. But something was missing. ...
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