Chapter Eighty "Phoenix in His Arms"
The Confrontation
Jungkook walked into the conference hall with
hesitant, nervous steps, his heart pounding against his chest. His eyes darted
around the room, taking in the tense expressions, the murmured whispers, the
accusing stares. But his entire body froze the moment he saw the large screen.
The pictures of him and Taehyung were still
displayed for everyone to see.
His breath caught in his throat, his vision
blurred, and his voice barely came out in a shaky whisper.
"Hyungie…"
That was all he could manage. His mind was
still struggling to process everything, to understand why such private moments
were being shown in front of the entire faculty.
Before he could think further, one of the
senior professors stepped forward, his face red with anger. "This is
outrageous! Do you even understand the gravity of—"
"That's enough."
The sharp, deep voice cut through the air like
a blade, silencing the entire hall. All eyes turned to the source.
Taehyung.
Despite sitting in his chair, his dark aura
was suffocating, his glare enough to make even the most outspoken professors
falter. He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest, his face void of any
emotions except cold, calculated anger.
"Kook, come here."
His tone was softer when addressing Jungkook,
yet it left no room for argument. Jungkook hesitated only for a second before
nodding, his legs moving on their own toward the man he trusted the most.
Taehyung stood up from his seat, gently
guiding Jungkook to sit down in his chair instead. He placed a reassuring hand
on Jungkook’s shoulder, feeling the slight tremor in his body. "Everything
will be fine," he murmured, squeezing his shoulder.
Jungkook swallowed thickly and gave a small
nod, trying to steady his breathing. His head snapped up when Seokjin walked
over to him and patted his head with a reassuring smile. "Stay calm, kid.
We'll handle this."
Meanwhile, Taehyung walked to the center of
the room, his eyes cold and piercing as he addressed the crowd. "It seems
like someone placed a camera in my office."
A heavy silence followed his words.
Then, his gaze shifted slightly to Yoongi, who
gave a knowing nod. Yoongi pulled out his laptop, his fingers working quickly
on the keyboard before speaking.
"Hoseok, connect this to the
screen."
Hoseok moved fast, connecting the laptop, and
within seconds, the large screen flickered, replacing the scandalous pictures
with a video feed.
It was a security footage of Taehyung’s
office. Empty at first.
Then, a figure entered the room.
Professor Jenny.
Gasps echoed across the hall as they watched
her look around suspiciously before reaching into her bag, pulling out a small
hidden camera, and carefully placing it in a strategic spot.
Jenny’s face turned pale as all eyes turned to
her, some in shock, others in disgust.
Taehyung took slow, deliberate steps toward
her, his smirk widening. "I wonder how this footage exists," he
mused, "when none of the professors' offices have cameras for privacy
reasons. So why did mine?"
Jenny’s mouth opened, but no words came out.
Taehyung’s voice darkened as he continued,
"Did you really think I wouldn’t notice how you were following my every
move in the university? That camera was there to catch you red-handed."
A murmur of agreement spread through the room,
but before anyone could fully turn to Jenny, one of the senior professors,
still fuming, stood up and pointed at Taehyung. "Even if Professor Jenny
did something wrong, that does not justify your relationship with your younger
brother! Proving her guilty doesn’t make what you two are doing right!"
The room tensed once again, but Taehyung’s
smirk never wavered.
He turned slightly, his expression unreadable,
before he tilted his head and spoke with an amused edge to his voice.
"And when did I say Jungkook is my
brother?"
The real battle had just begun.
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