Chapter Fifty-One "Phoenix in His Arms"
Unbelievable Discoveries
The sun had barely begun to rise when the Kim couple stealthily approached
Jungkook’s room. Their steps were careful, their voices hushed as they
communicated through silent gestures. They couldn’t afford to be caught—not
when they were on a mission.
“Be quiet! We can’t risk getting caught,” Mrs. Kim whispered, glaring at her
husband as he accidentally brushed against the doorframe.
“I am quiet,” Mr. Kim retorted in a hushed voice,
rolling his eyes. “You’re the one whispering so loud.”
Mr. Kim slowly turned the doorknob, pushing it open just enough for both of
them to peek inside. Their eyes scanned the room, and their brows furrowed in
confusion.
Everything looked… normal. Too normal.
Mrs. Kim frowned. “Everything’s tidy. Did nothing happen?”
The bed was neat, the furniture was in place, and nothing seemed out of
order. But that couldn’t be right, could it? Something must
have happened. There was no way Taehyung had managed to keep his composure
after seeing Jungkook in those clothes.
“Did he not wear them?” Mrs. Kim whispered.
“Impossible. He wouldn’t have let it go that easily.”
“Maybe our son is an idiot.”
Mrs. Kim scoffed. ““No, he is your son. Your son is an idiot.”
Mr. Kim shot him a look. “He’s your son.”
“Then why is he a cold-ass like you?” Mrs. Kim added, shaking her head.
Mr. Kim sighed. “Should we go inside?”
Mrs. Kim hesitated. “Everything seems normal. Okay, let’s go.”
They continued bickering in hushed tones until, with silent agreement, they
carefully pushed the door open wider and stepped inside. Their gazes swept
across the room before landing on the bed—and their jaws nearly hit the floor.
Taehyung was lying there, his hands cuffed to the headboard,
while Jungkook was curled up against him, peacefully cuddling as if it were the
most natural thing in the world. Though Taehyung looked somewhat uncomfortable
with the restraints, he was undeniably still asleep, his face oddly serene.
Mrs. Kim gasped dramatically. “Your rude, cold-hearted, stone-hearted son
is… bottom?!”
Mr. Kim blinked rapidly, shaking his head. “And our soft, fluffy Kookie is a
top?! Impossible! Unbelievable!”
They turned to each other, horror and fascination in their eyes.
After a moment of silence, Mrs. Kim quickly pulled out her phone, her
fingers moving at lightning speed. “I need a picture.”
“What are you doing?!” Mr. Kim hissed.
“I can’t believe it. We need confirmation. And Evidence.” Mrs. Kim replied
with a wicked grin as she snapped a photo. Within seconds, she had sent it to a
secret group chat with the caption: You won’t believe what
we just found.
Just as she hit send, a groggy groan filled the room, making them stiffen.
Taehyung’s eyes fluttered open, and as he gained awareness, he instantly
remembered what had happened the previous night. His face paled, then turned
red as he processed the current situation.
And then he heard it.
“He’s definitely a bottom.”
“I told you.”
His parents. Bickering about his position.
His ears burned.
His neck turned red.
He turned to glare at them, his voice hoarse but filled with embarrassment
and frustration. “I’M NOT A BOTTOM! YOU’RE MISUNDERSTANDING EVERYTHING!”
Mrs. Kim smirked, crossing her arms. “Oh, honey, it’s okay. No shame in
being a bottom.”
Taehyung gritted his teeth. “I’M NOT—”
His father patted his shoulder sympathetically. “Denial is a stage, son.
We’re here for you.”
Taehyung wanted to scream.
Instead, he gritted out, “What the hell are you two even doing in this
room?!”
Mrs. Kim smiled innocently. “Oh, we were just here to wake Kookie up.
Who knew we’d be greeted with an impossible sight? but
this? Oh, this is next level.”
“AND I’M NOT—” Taehyung stopped himself before he lost his mind completely.
The Kim couple, still laughing and murmuring to themselves, finally turned
to leave. Just before stepping out, Mrs. Kim called over her shoulder, “It’s
okay, Taehyung. Bottoms are just as important as tops.”
“I’M NOT A BOTTOM!” Taehyung roared, his voice
echoing through the room.
“I am not!” Taehyung gritted his teeth, yanking at the
cuffs again.
Taehyung groaned in frustration, feeling utterly humiliated.
Jungkook stirred beside him, mumbling sleepily, “So loud… disturbing my
sleep…”
Taehyung snapped his head towards him, his frustration reaching its peak.
“WAKE UP, YOU BRAT! THIS IS ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!”
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