Chapter Seventy-two "Phoenix in His Arms"

 

Facing Hyung’s Wrath

After returning home, Jungkook rushed straight to his room, shutting the door behind him with a loud thud. He let out a deep sigh, burying his face in his hands. The rumors had spread faster than he anticipated, and now, the entire university thought he had accepted some random girl’s confession.

How was he supposed to face Taehyung now?

Trying to avoid any confrontation, he told his momma, Mrs. Kim, that he had a lot of studying to do and didn’t want to be disturbed. She simply hummed in response, though he knew she wasn’t fully convinced.

Jungkook spent the next few hours pacing around his room, attempting to come up with the perfect explanation to escape whatever punishment Taehyung had planned for him. But even after running through multiple scenarios in his head, none of them seemed good enough.

When dinner time arrived, one of the maids knocked on his door, informing him that dinner was ready. Still determined to avoid his hyung, he sighed and responded, "Just bring my dinner here. I’ll eat in my room today."

The maid hesitated before replying, "Young Master Taehyung said you must eat at the dining table with the family."

Jungkook groaned, dragging a hand down his face. Of course, Taehyung wasn’t going to let him hide forever. Knowing he had no other choice, he reluctantly left his room and trudged downstairs towards the dining hall.

The moment he stepped in, he could feel the heavy atmosphere. His parents were already seated, and Taehyung was sitting at his usual spot, silently eating his food. Mrs. Kim and Mr. Kim exchanged a knowing glance—they had been parents long enough to recognize when their sons were caught in some trouble. Their usually loud and energetic youngest son was suspiciously quiet, and their eldest had that familiar storm brewing in his eyes.

Yep. Something had definitely happened.

Mrs. Kim, deciding to lighten the mood, started a casual conversation. "So, how was your day, Jungkookie?"

Jungkook put on his best innocent smile. "It was good, momma. Just, you know, normal stuff."

Taehyung didn’t say a word. He continued eating, his gaze unreadable. Jungkook felt the weight of it and quickly looked away, stuffing food into his mouth to avoid any further questioning. He finished his meal at record speed, practically swallowing his last bite whole before standing up.

"I’m done! I’ll just—"

"Wait." Taehyung’s deep voice stopped him in his tracks. "Go to my room and wait for me."

Jungkook internally screamed. He turned around slowly, his face a perfect mix of guilt and hesitation. "Hyung—"

"Now, Jungkook." Taehyung’s voice was calm, but the authority in it left no room for argument.

Jungkook swallowed hard before nodding stiffly. "Okay…"

With slow, reluctant steps, he made his way toward Taehyung’s room, his mind working overtime to come up with an excuse that might save him. He needed a miracle—or at least, a really convincing lie.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure even that could help him this time.

As soon as Taehyung left the dining room, Mrs. Kim pulled out her phone and immediately started a conference call with Jimin, Soobin, and Niki. The moment they picked up, she asked, "Alright, what happened? Why is my baby acting like he’s about to be sentenced to life in prison?"

Jimin sighed on the other end. "Uh… well, it’s a bit of a mess."

"That idiot accidentally accepted a confession in the cafeteria today," Soobin added, making Mrs. Kim gasp.

"What?!"

"It’s not his fault! He didn’t realize eating the chocolate meant saying yes!" Niki defended.

Mrs. Kim sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Of course he didn’t. And now, Taehyung is going to make him regret it."

Jimin winced. "Yeah… good luck stopping that, Mrs. Kim."

"I don’t think I will. He needs to learn." Mrs. Kim shook her head. "Let’s just pray he survives."

Meanwhile, in Taehyung’s room, Jungkook was nervously sitting on the edge of the bed, his legs bouncing as he heard the door click open. Taehyung walked in, his sharp gaze locking onto Jungkook, making him stiffen.

"Explain," Taehyung demanded, his voice firm but not angry—yet.

Jungkook gulped. "Hyung, I swear I didn’t do anything! I just sat down, and there was a chocolate on my chair. I thought someone left it there by mistake, and I ate it because—well—it’s chocolate! Then, my friends started freaking out, and they pulled me up and found a confession letter underneath me. I didn’t even see it! And then people started whispering, and the rumors got out of control, and I tried to tell them it wasn’t true, but they wouldn’t listen! And then Sia—"

"Sia?" Taehyung interrupted, his eyes narrowing.

Jungkook winced, realizing he had just made things worse. "Uh… yeah… she was in your office earlier today. She kinda… hinted you that she heard I accepted a confession but it's not true."

Taehyung let out a slow breath, turning to his closet. Jungkook watched as he silently picked out a tie, his fingers trailing over the silk fabric as if he was deciding something.

Jungkook knew that look. Taehyung was waiting for him to make a mistake.

"Hyung?" he called hesitantly. "You’re not going to… you know… punish me, right? It was an accident!"

Taehyung turned back to him, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Let’s see if you still say that after I’m done with you."

As soon as the words left Taehyung’s lips, he moved toward Jungkook like a predator closing in on its prey. Jungkook instinctively took a step back, but there was nowhere to escape. Before he could react, he found himself pinned against the bed, Taehyung’s strong hands holding him in place.

“Hyung—”

His words were cut off as Taehyung’s lips crashed against his own. It wasn’t a soft, gentle kiss—it was rough, demanding, and punishing. Taehyung’s teeth scraped against Jungkook’s lips, nipping and biting, making him gasp. That moment of weakness allowed Taehyung to deepen the kiss, his tongue invading Jungkook’s mouth, exploring and dominating every inch.

Jungkook’s mind went blank. He clutched at Taehyung’s shoulders, but his grip was weak, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. Taehyung didn’t stop until he was satisfied, leaving Jungkook breathless, lips swollen and tingling.

It was only then that Jungkook noticed something else. His wrists were bound together with the very tie Taehyung had chosen earlier. He blinked in confusion, his breath still uneven as Taehyung pulled him up, making him stand. Jungkook wobbled slightly, his legs feeling weak.

Taehyung sat down on the bed, gazing up at him with a smirk. His eyes darkened in amusement as he took in Jungkook’s dazed expression—wide, innocent eyes, lips parted, and cheeks flushed.

“I haven’t even started yet, baby,” Taehyung murmured, his voice dripping with authority. “You need to remember exactly who you belong to.”

Jungkook shivered at his words. Before he could protest, Taehyung tugged him forward, pulling him over his lap in one swift motion. Jungkook barely had time to react before he found himself lying on his stomach, draped across Taehyung’s thighs. With a swift motion of Taehyung's hand his butts were necked, causing him to turn red feeling himself exposed.

A soft pat against his butts made him tense up. He turned his head slightly, his voice hesitant. “Hyung—”

The sharp sound of a smack echoed through the room, making Jungkook jolt in surprise. A sting spread across his skin, and he sucked in a breath.

“Count,” Taehyung instructed, his tone leaving no room for argument. “And if you make a mistake, we start over.”

Jungkook bit his lip, his face burning in embarrassment. But he obeyed. “O-One.”

Another smack. “Two.”

With each firm slap, his skin tingled, warmth blooming across his body. His breaths became heavier, and he squeezed his eyes shut, determined to endure.

By the time they reached thirty, Jungkook’s body trembled, his face buried in the sheets, eyes glistening with unshed tears. He hadn’t cried, but his breaths were uneven, his body sensitive to every touch.

Taehyung leaned down, his lips ghosting over Jungkook’s ear. “Good boy,” he whispered, running a soothing hand over Jungkook’s back. “Next time, think twice before accepting something from someone else.”

Jungkook could only nod, his heart pounding, fully aware that Taehyung had made his point crystal clear.

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