Chapter Forty-Nine "Phoenix in His Arms"

 

A Lesson in Temptation

Jungkook crossed his arms stubbornly, his eyes darting anywhere but at Taehyung. "No way. I'm not doing this."

Taehyung, leaning casually against the wall, arched an eyebrow. His dark eyes held an intensity that made Jungkook shiver. "Why not? You scared?"

Jungkook scoffed, but the way Taehyung's gaze pinned him in place had his confidence shaking. That predatory smirk, the way his sharp features remained unreadable, yet his eyes burned with something unspoken—it was too much.

Without another word, Jungkook grabbed the pile of revealing clothes and stormed into his walk-in closet, slamming the door shut behind him. He could already hear the low chuckle Taehyung let out from the other side, and it only fueled his growing frustration.

"Damn you, Taehyung," Jungkook muttered under his breath, already plotting his friends' murder for putting him in this position.

With a heavy sigh, he shifted through the ridiculous selection of garments. His fingers brushed against a delicate piece of fabric, and when he held it up, his entire face turned crimson. "A lace pantie?! Seriously?!"

There was no way out of this. If he backed down, Taehyung would win. If he went out there in his normal clothes, Taehyung would tease him mercilessly. But if he played along—if he flipped the game on its head—then maybe he could be the one to leave Taehyung speechless for once.

Smirking to himself, Jungkook dropped his usual clothes and slipped into the black lace pantie, his cheeks burning at the unfamiliar sensation. "This is so embarrassing..." he grumbled, but he pushed forward.

Next came the net stockings, sliding smoothly up his legs, stopping just above his knees. The black silk skirt followed, hugging his waist perfectly, the short hem exposing just enough skin to be scandalous. He picked a simple white shirt from his closet, one with a slightly deep neckline, and tucked it into the skirt. Then came the final touches—the black leather harness, tightened snugly around his torso, emphasizing his toned figure. Another strap wrapped around his thigh, the space between the stockings and the skirt leaving just the right amount of skin bare. Lastly, he slipped on the transparent, lacy black gloves that reached his wrists.

Once fully dressed, he turned to the mirror. His breath hitched slightly at the sight.

The reflection staring back at him was nothing short of breathtaking. The mix of soft and bold, innocent and sinful—it made his stomach twist in ways he hadn’t expected. He blushed furiously, pressing his warm hands against his cheeks. "No way I can go out like this."

And yet…

A different thought flickered in his mind.

Taehyung.

The way he hadn't scolded Professor Jenny earlier, the way he had let her touch him, let her get too close—Jungkook had been furious. But if Taehyung thought he could get away with it, he was sorely mistaken.

A slow, devilish smirk formed on Jungkook’s lips.

If Taehyung wanted to play, then Jungkook would make damn sure he regretted it.

Taking one last deep breath, he squared his shoulders and reached for the door handle.

It was time to step out.

 

 

Taehyung had expected many things when Jungkook stepped out of the closet, but this was not one of them.

His breath hitched as his eyes scanned over the younger’s form, the way the black silk skirt hugged his waist, the tight leather harness emphasizing the curve of his torso, and those sinful net stockings that left just enough bare skin between the skirt and the garter strap at his thigh. The lacy black gloves added a delicate yet provocative touch, and Taehyung found himself gripping the sheets beneath him as Jungkook sauntered forward, his movements slow and calculated.

Jungkook smirked at Taehyung’s expression—completely frozen, wide-eyed, lips slightly parted. Exactly the reaction he had been hoping for.

“Tae-tae,” Jungkook purred, his voice dripping with mischief as he approached the bed.

Taehyung blinked, his brain short-circuiting for a moment. “What…?”

Before he could react, there was a sharp click, and the sensation of cool metal encircling his wrists made him jolt back to reality. He tugged instinctively, only to realize his hands were now cuffed to the headboard.

“What the—? Jungkook, what the hell did you do?!” Taehyung growled, pulling at the restraints, but they were firm, unrelenting.

Jungkook simply giggled, placing the tiny key onto the nightstand before leaning in close, his lips ghosting just above Taehyung’s ear. “You told me to try everything, didn’t you?”

Taehyung clenched his jaw, glaring at the younger. “This wasn’t part of it.”

Jungkook tilted his head innocently. “Oops?”

With that, he took a step back, his smirk widening as he began a slow, tantalizing sway of his hips, hands running sensually over his own body. His fingers trailed over the leather straps of the harness, then down to the hem of his skirt, teasingly lifting it just enough for Taehyung to catch a glimpse of the lace panties underneath.

Taehyung’s muscles tensed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “Jungkook.” His voice was low, warning.

Jungkook only grinned. “Yes, Hyung?”

“Let me go.”

Jungkook pretended to think for a moment, tapping a gloved finger against his lips. “Mmm… no.”

The defiance in his tone sent a spark of something dangerous coursing through Taehyung, but with his hands bound, there was little he could do except watch helplessly as Jungkook continued his merciless teasing.

The younger turned around slowly, his back now facing Taehyung. With a deliberate, sensual movement, he began rolling his hips to an unheard rhythm, the skirt lifting slightly with each sway. Then, with a smirk, he reached for the buttons of his white shirt, popping them open one by one, giving Taehyung a teasing view of the soft skin underneath.

“Jungkook.” Taehyung’s voice was rough now, a mix of frustration and something dangerously close to desperation.

Jungkook turned back to face him, the shirt now sliding off one shoulder, exposing the delicate slope of his collarbone. “Not enjoying yourself, Hyung?” he teased, stepping forward until he was kneeling on the bed, straddling Taehyung’s thighs.

Taehyung’s eyes darkened dangerously. “You think you’re playing a game, baby?”

Jungkook leaned down, lips hovering just above Taehyung’s own. “Oh, I know I am,” he whispered before pulling back with a triumphant grin.

Taehyung tugged at the cuffs again, muscles flexing as he tested the strength of the restraint. “You have five seconds to uncuff me before I—”

“Before you what?” Jungkook interrupted, tilting his head. “You’re kind of… stuck, Hyung.”

Taehyung exhaled sharply, his patience wearing thin, but there was also undeniable amusement in his gaze, mixed with something deeper, darker. “Kook, I swear—”

Jungkook leaned down once again, this time letting his lips barely brush against Taehyung’s cheek before whispering, “Payback’s a bitch, Hyung.”

Then, with another light giggle, he hopped off the bed, leaving Taehyung bound and fuming as he strutted toward the door.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Taehyung called out, his voice low and dangerous.

Jungkook tossed him one last playful look over his shoulder. “To take a shower. Enjoy your time-out, Hyung.”

And with that, he slipped out of the room, locking the door behind him.

Taehyung let out a sharp curse, yanking at the cuffs once more. Oh, Jungkook was going to pay for this.

He just had to get free first.

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