Chapter Ninety-one "Phoenix in His Arms"

 

 Drenched in Desire

Jungkook was in trouble.

“I wanted to shower you with love and gentleness,” Taehyung’s voice was low, dark, laced with something dangerous. His breath fanned against Jungkook’s ear, making him shudder. “But you don’t deserve that anymore, do you?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, his breathing erratic as he struggled to turn around, only for Taehyung to tighten his grip, pressing him harder against the shower wall. “Hyung—” he tried to say, but the hand over his mouth remained firm.

“You don’t get to talk, Jungkook,” Taehyung growled, his teeth grazing against the shell of Jungkook’s ear. “You talked plenty out there about your friend James, didn’t you? You ran your mouth about how close you two are. So tell me, baby, did he ever see you like this? Did he ever have you bare and trembling under his hands?”

Jungkook shook his head frantically, his face burning with shame and desire. He wanted to protest, to tell Taehyung that James was nothing, that no one else had ever seen him the way Taehyung did. But his words remained trapped behind Taehyung’s possessive grip.

The water continued to pour over them, steam rising and mingling with the intensity crackling in the air. Jungkook whimpered softly when Taehyung finally removed his hand from his mouth, only to grab his chin and force him to tilt his head back. Their eyes met, and Jungkook felt like he was drowning in the storm swirling within Taehyung’s dark gaze.

“You belong to me, Jungkook,” Taehyung whispered, his voice thick with possessiveness. His fingers trailed down Jungkook’s throat, his grip tightening slightly before releasing, as if warning him of his control. “I don’t share. And I definitely don’t tolerate brats who test my patience.”

Jungkook swallowed hard, his lips parting as he finally found his voice. “I—I’m sorry, hyung,” he stammered, his hands gripping Taehyung’s wrists. “I wasn’t thinking. James—he’s just a friend, I swear.”

Taehyung let out a humorless chuckle, his fingers ghosting over Jungkook’s ribs before gripping his waist. “You say that now, but I think you need a lesson. A punishment—just like brats always do.”

Jungkook gasped as Taehyung spun him around, pressing their bodies together once more. His heart pounded, his entire body tingling under the dominance radiating off of Taehyung in waves. He had never seen him like this—so raw, so unapologetically possessive.

And God, did he love it.

“You’re mine, Jungkook,” Taehyung murmured, his lips hovering just above Jungkook’s, teasing but not giving in. “Say it.”

Jungkook whimpered, his fingers clutching onto Taehyung’s damp shoulders. “I—I’m yours, hyung.”

A satisfied smirk tugged at Taehyung’s lips before he finally closed the distance, claiming Jungkook in a kiss so intense it left him breathless. The shower continued to rain down upon them, but neither of them cared.

Tonight, the only thing that mattered was proving just who Jungkook belonged to.

Taehyung carried Jungkook effortlessly, his grip firm yet gentle as he walked toward the bed. The possessiveness in his touch was unmistakable, his body still thrumming with the remnants of jealousy and longing.

The warmth of Jungkook’s skin against his own only fueled the fire burning inside him.

Jungkook, still breathless, wrapped his arms around Taehyung’s neck, nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder. His heart pounded, not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of the moment.

He knew Taehyung was far from calm, the storm within him still raging, yet he also knew that beneath all that dominance was the love that had waited for him for three long years.

Taehyung laid Jungkook down, his darkened gaze drinking in every inch of him. His fingers traced the fresh droplets of water on Jungkook’s skin, his jaw tightening as he recalled the way that name—James—had slipped from Jungkook’s lips so easily, so carelessly.

He leaned down, his lips ghosting over Jungkook’s jawline before he whispered against his ear, "I wanted our first time to be soft, to be gentle. But you… you don’t deserve that."

Jungkook shuddered at the low growl in Taehyung’s voice, his breath hitching. "H-Hyung…"

Taehyung tilted Jungkook’s chin up, forcing him to look into his smoldering gaze. "Brats need to be punished," he murmured, his thumb brushing against Jungkook’s swollen lips. "And you, my love, have been a very bad brat."

Jungkook swallowed hard, his body betraying him as it melted beneath Taehyung’s touch. The intensity in Taehyung’s eyes sent shivers down his spine. He knew there was no escaping this—not that he wanted to.

Taehyung didn’t waste another second. His lips crashed against Jungkook’s with unrelenting hunger, his hands gripping his waist possessively.

The years of longing, the nights of aching loneliness, and the torment of being apart all unraveled in that moment.

There was no hesitation, no restraint. He poured everything into his touch, claiming Jungkook in a way that left no room for doubt—Jungkook was his.

Jungkook moaned against his lips, fingers tangling into Taehyung’s damp hair as he held onto him. Every touch, every kiss was a reminder of how much he had been missed, how much Taehyung had suffered in his absence.

He felt consumed, overwhelmed by the sheer passion surging between them.

Taehyung’s hands explored every familiar dip and curve, reacquainting himself with the body he had yearned for.

He marked Jungkook in ways only he could, ensuring that there was no space for anyone else—no room for doubt, no space for another name to slip from those lips.

Jungkook was his, and tonight, he would make sure Jungkook never forgot it.

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