Chapter Eighty-nine "Phoenix in His Arms"
The Breaking Point
Jungkook was still babbling, his voice full of
excitement as he continued to recount stories from his time overseas. He had
been speaking non-stop ever since they finished dinner, his energy renewed now
that his hunger was satiated.
Taehyung, who had initially been listening
with a small amused smile, now sat silently, his patience running dangerously
thin.
It was James again.
Jungkook was utterly oblivious to the way
Taehyung’s expression had shifted from soft admiration to something darker,
something far more dangerous. His aura screamed tension, yet Jungkook remained
unaware, his lips continuously forming that one name, James.
The final straw came when Jungkook, laughing,
casually said, “James used to tease me about my eating habits, saying I looked
cute when I pouted for food. He even—”
“You two seem close.”
Jungkook immediately froze mid-sentence.
The way Taehyung had said those words sent a
cold shiver down his spine. His voice was deep, dangerously low, his tone
holding an edge that was impossible to miss.
Jungkook’s instincts screamed at him that he
had made a grave mistake. His mouth suddenly felt dry as he cursed himself in
his mind. Why the hell did I keep talking about James?!
His heartbeat sped up, and he quickly
scrambled to explain himself, his words stumbling over one another. “N-no,
hyung! It’s not like that! James and I—w-we’re just friends! There’s nothing
more! Really!”
Taehyung leaned back, crossing his arms, his
sharp eyes locked onto Jungkook’s nervous form. “Oh, yeah?” he drawled, voice
laced with doubt and something else, something possessive.
Jungkook felt a bead of sweat roll down his
neck. I need to run.
His instincts were correct.
“I—I need to shower! I stink! Hah! Yep!
Definitely need to shower!” Jungkook announced in a panic, his voice a little
too high-pitched as he quickly got up from his seat. He took hurried steps
toward the bathroom, his feet moving faster than his thoughts. His hand grasped
the doorknob, and just before slipping inside, he turned his head with an
awkward, nervous laugh. “I’ll be out soon, hyung!”
He shut the door swiftly behind him, pressing
his back against it, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His heart was still
racing from the intensity in Taehyung’s eyes. Damn it, Jungkook! You really
need to control your mouth sometimes!
Deciding he needed a long, calming shower to
wash away his nerves, he turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature before
stripping off his clothes. The warm water cascaded down his body, relaxing his
tense muscles.
He closed his eyes, taking deep breaths to
steady his heartbeat.
He’s just being possessive, that’s all. It’s
normal, right? He won’t actually do anything… right?
Fifteen minutes passed, and Jungkook had
finally started to feel at ease again. However, just as he was about to rinse
off, he suddenly felt a firm hand wrap around his waist from behind.
His entire body stiffened in utter shock.
Before he could react, another hand clamped
over his mouth, muffling the startled gasp that had barely escaped his lips.
His body collided with another warm, bare body from behind—
A very familiar one.
Taehyung.
Jungkook’s eyes widened in disbelief, his
heart slamming against his ribcage. He tried to turn his head, but Taehyung’s
firm hold kept him locked in place. His breath hitched when he felt the
vibrations of Taehyung’s deep chuckle against his wet skin.
“Running away from me, baby?” Taehyung
whispered near his ear, his voice dripping with something dangerously
possessive.
Jungkook swallowed hard.
He was in trouble.
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