Chapter Ninety-two "Phoenix in His Arms"
Morning After
The first rays of sunlight seeped through the
heavy curtains, casting a soft glow over the lavish bedroom. The only sound in
the quiet room was the steady rhythm of breaths, tangled together in warmth
beneath the silk sheets.
Taehyung’s arms were locked around Jungkook’s
waist, holding him close like he was afraid he might vanish again. His face was
buried against the crook of Jungkook’s neck, his lips pressing feather-light
kisses over the bruises he had left behind last night. His possessiveness, his
jealousy, had unraveled in ways he hadn’t planned, but even now, he couldn’t
bring himself to regret it.
Jungkook stirred slightly, letting out a soft
hum as his eyes fluttered open. He winced a little at the soreness in his body
but instantly relaxed when he felt Taehyung’s warm breath against his skin. A
lazy smile curled on his lips as he turned slightly to meet Taehyung’s
half-lidded gaze.
“Morning, hyungie…” Jungkook mumbled sleepily,
voice thick with exhaustion and warmth.
Taehyung hummed in response, shifting slightly
so his lips could trace over Jungkook’s jawline. “Morning, baby.”
Jungkook let out a quiet giggle as Taehyung’s
lips trailed down, pressing kisses along his shoulder. “Hyung, we need to get
up…” he tried to protest, but it came out weaker than he intended, especially
when Taehyung’s hand started moving across his bare skin, igniting the fire all
over again.
“Not yet,” Taehyung murmured against his skin,
voice deep and husky. “I still haven’t had enough of you.”
Jungkook’s breath hitched as Taehyung’s lips
found a sensitive spot near his collarbone, nibbling teasingly. He swatted
weakly at Taehyung’s arm, but the older merely smirked against his skin,
tightening his grip around Jungkook’s waist.
“You were the one who left me for three years,
Jungkook,” Taehyung whispered darkly, his teeth grazing Jungkook’s ear. “Now
you’re going to make up for every second of it.”
Jungkook shivered, both from the way
Taehyung’s voice sent chills down his spine and from the realization that he
was completely at the mercy of his possessive husband. He bit his lip, his
resolve crumbling.
And just like that, the morning started all
over again with tangled sheets and breathless moans.
It was almost noon by the time Jungkook
finally managed to convince Taehyung to leave the bed. He was sore, bruised,
and completely exhausted, but the satisfied smirk on Taehyung’s face told him
his protests wouldn’t be entertained.
“I swear, hyung, you’re insatiable,” Jungkook
grumbled, trying to fix the mess Taehyung had made of his hair as he pulled on
a loose sweater.
Taehyung leaned against the doorframe, arms
crossed, looking far too smug. “Only with you.”
Jungkook rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the
shy smile forming on his lips.
When they finally made their way downstairs,
the house was eerily silent—too silent. Jungkook frowned slightly. “Where is
everyone?”
Just as he said that, a throat cleared
dramatically from the side, and they both turned to see Mr. and Mrs. Kim
sitting at the dining table, arms crossed, identical smirks on their faces.
“Well, well, look who finally decided to grace
us with their presence,” Mrs. Kim teased, leaning her chin on her palm as she
eyed Jungkook knowingly. “Did you even sleep, or did Taehyung keep you busy all
night?”
Jungkook turned a bright shade of red while
Taehyung, completely unfazed, pulled out a chair for Jungkook to sit. “You
should be grateful I came down at all, Mom.”
Mr. Kim chuckled, shaking his head. “We were
beginning to think you two had moved permanently into that bedroom.”
Jungkook groaned, hiding his face in his hands
while Taehyung smirked, grabbing a plate and piling food onto it for Jungkook.
“He needed rest.”
Mrs. Kim snorted. “Rest? That’s what you’re
calling it now?”
Jungkook whined, tugging at the sleeve of his
sweater, which barely covered the faint bruises on his wrists. “Mommaaaa,
stoppp......”
Mr. and Mrs. Kim both laughed, finally
relenting as they watched the way Taehyung subtly ran his fingers along
Jungkook’s arm, making sure he ate properly.
Mrs. Kim sighed dramatically. “At least he
looks alive again. You have no idea how terrifying your husband was while you
were gone, Jungkook. I think we all had a collective sigh of relief seeing him
smile yesterday.”
Jungkook softened at that, sneaking a glance
at Taehyung, who was now focused on refilling his coffee. He reached under the
table, lacing his fingers with Taehyung’s, giving a gentle squeeze. Taehyung’s
fingers tightened around his in response, his thumb brushing lightly over
Jungkook’s skin.
Jungkook smiled. “I missed him too.”
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