Chapter Fifty "Phoenix in His Arms"

 

Heated Punishment

When Jungkook stepped inside the bathroom, his entire body turned red with embarrassment. His confidence shattered instantly as he squealed softly, hiding his face in his hands.

"Oh my god, what did I just do?" he whispered to himself, feeling the heat of mortification creeping up his spine. His heart was still racing, not from excitement but from the sheer intensity of Taehyung’s reaction.

The dark, hungry look in his hyung’s eyes before he left the room—it was enough to make him weak in the knees.

His hands trembled slightly as he turned on the shower, stepping under the warm stream, hoping it would wash away his embarrassment. But no matter how much he tried to calm himself, the scene played in his mind on repeat.

The way Taehyung’s body tensed under the cuffs, the way his jaw clenched, the way his breath hitched every time Jungkook moved even a little too close.

Jungkook groaned, pressing his forehead against the cool tiles. "I am so dead."

He stayed in the shower for almost an hour, letting the warmth soothe him, before finally stepping out, wrapping himself in a plush bathrobe. He tied it tightly around his waist, taking a deep breath to steel himself before stepping back into the bedroom.

The moment he did, he froze.

Taehyung was still on the bed, but his entire demeanor had changed. His dark eyes were locked onto Jungkook with an unreadable expression, his body stiff, his jaw tight. There was no amusement in his gaze now—only something intense and unreadable.

Jungkook swallowed hard.

"Jungkook," Taehyung's voice was low, dangerously controlled. "Open these cuffs."

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms. His embarrassment was now completely replaced with anger. "No."

Taehyung blinked, clearly not expecting the defiance. "Jungkook, don’t test me—"

"Oh, so now you want to be strict?" Jungkook scoffed, walking closer.

"Where was all that dominance when that bitch Jenny was throwing herself all over you? Huh? Did you scold her? Did you tell her off? No? But now you’re ordering me around?"

Taehyung's expression darkened. "Watch your language."

But that only made Jungkook angrier. "No! You watch your damn actions!" His voice rose as he climbed onto the bed, straddling Taehyung’s waist in frustration. His hands wrapped around Taehyung’s throat—not too tightly, but just enough to send a message.

"I take my punishments from you all the time without a single complaint. But when it’s your turn, you refuse to accept it?"

Taehyung inhaled sharply, but it wasn’t because of the pressure around his neck.

Jungkook’s bathrobe had loosened slightly, revealing more of his bare skin than intended. Taehyung’s focus shifted entirely, his breathing growing heavier as he realized something.

Jungkook was completely naked underneath.

A muscle in Taehyung’s jaw twitched as he struggled to find words. "Jungkook—"

"What?!" Jungkook snapped, still fuming.

But Taehyung wasn’t even listening to his words anymore. His eyes were glued to the smooth expanse of Jungkook’s collarbone, the faint sheen of water droplets still lingering on his skin, the way his bathrobe slipped ever so slightly down his shoulders as he moved in frustration.

Jungkook, completely oblivious to the effect he was having, finally huffed in satisfaction and let go of Taehyung’s throat, pushing off him. "I hope you learned your lesson."

Still ranting under his breath, he stomped toward his walk-in closet, missing the way Taehyung swallowed thickly, his entire body taut as he forced himself to remain still.

Taehyung exhaled heavily, closing his eyes for a second. "This brat is going to be the death of me."

Meanwhile, Jungkook quickly changed into a pair of loose pajama pants and an oversized hoodie before marching back toward the bed.

Without another word, he flopped down beside Taehyung, wrapping his arms around him and snuggling into his chest as if nothing had happened.

Taehyung, still recovering from everything that had just transpired, stared at the ceiling in disbelief.

Jungkook yawned, his voice soft now. "Goodnight, hyungie."

Taehyung let out a defeated sigh, his lips twitching slightly. He was still cuffed to the bed, unable to do anything about the wild mess that was Jungkook, but somehow, in this moment, he didn’t mind.

Because no matter how much of a handful Jungkook was…

He was still his.



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