Chapter Sixty-two "Phoenix in His Arms"

 

The Drive and the Chaos That Followed

With great difficulty, Taehyung finally managed to buckle Jungkook’s seatbelt, sighing as the younger kept squirming and giggling in his drunken state. Meanwhile, Jimin and Soobin struggled to seat Niki properly, ultimately deciding to hold her in place between them.

Taehyung took the driver’s seat, starting the car toward their mansion. However, barely ten minutes into the drive, a warm weight suddenly pressed against his side. His eyes widened when he realized Jungkook had unbuckled himself and was now crawling onto his lap like a clingy child.

"Yah! Get back in your seat!" Taehyung growled, trying to push him away while keeping his focus on the road.

But Jungkook only tightened his grip around Taehyung’s neck, burying his face in the crook of it. His warm breath tickled against Taehyung’s skin, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine. "Hyung~ you smell so good," Jungkook murmured, voice dripping with intoxication.

"Jungkook, I swear, if you don’t—" Taehyung’s words were cut off when he felt fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt.

Jimin and Soobin froze in their seats, eyes widening in horror as they watched the scene unfold. Niki, on the other hand, giggled and whistled, clearly enjoying the drama. Jimin clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling her amused sounds.

A sharp hiss escaped Taehyung’s lips as Jungkook bit down on his neck, teeth sinking in mercilessly. "Damn it, Jungkook!" he cursed, gripping the wheel tighter. The sharp stinging pain shot through his body, making it almost impossible to focus on the road.

By the time they reached the mansion, Taehyung had had enough. Without a second thought, he yanked Jungkook off his lap, carrying him bridal style toward his room while the younger remained latched onto his neck like a stubborn koala.

Reaching Jungkook’s bedroom, Taehyung wasted no time throwing him onto the bed. "Did you take something weird at the party?" he demanded, eyes scanning Jungkook’s flushed face for any signs of coherence.

Jungkook only giggled in response, grabbing Taehyung’s wrist and yanking him down onto the bed as well. Caught off guard, Taehyung landed with a soft thud, and before he could react, Jungkook climbed on top of him, crashing their lips together in a messy, desperate kiss.

For minutes, Jungkook devoured his lips hungrily, tugging at his shirt as his mouth trailed lower. His lips latched onto Taehyung’s exposed nipples, teasing and sucking with reckless abandon.

A deep, guttural moan left Taehyung’s lips. His body was on fire, his mind clouded with pleasure and frustration. "Jungkook, stop," he gritted out, trying to pull him away.

But Jungkook only ground his hips against Taehyung’s, rubbing their hardening lengths together, lost in the heat of the moment.

Taehyung snapped.

With a low growl, he flipped them over, pinning Jungkook beneath him. His lips crashed onto Jungkook’s again, this time with raw intensity, biting and sucking until Jungkook’s lips were swollen and bleeding.

Jungkook whimpered, trying to hold onto him, but Taehyung grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. "You’re impossible," Taehyung muttered under his breath.

He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to regain control before things escalated further. With a frustrated sigh, he grabbed a piece of cloth and tied Jungkook’s wrists to the bedpost.

Jungkook pouted, tugging at his restraints. "Hyung~ let me—"

"Sleep," Taehyung cut him off, pulling the blanket over Jungkook’s body.

As soon as he was sure Jungkook wouldn’t escape, he turned on his heel, exiting the room while pulling out his phone. His voice was sharp, laced with fury as he spoke into the receiver.

"Find out who was behind all this."

And with that, he disappeared into the night.

 

Next morning

Jungkook groaned as he blinked his eyes open, his head pounding like a drum. The world around him felt blurry, his vision taking a few seconds to adjust to the dimly lit room.

Something felt off.

As he tried to move his arms, he suddenly realized—

His wrists were tied.

A soft fabric, maybe a scarf or a piece of cloth, bound them together against the headboard.

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed, confusion washing over him.

"What the—" his voice came out hoarse.

His body ached, his throat felt dry, and his head—oh god, his head—felt like it had been hit by a truck.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to remember how the hell he ended up in this situation.

With great effort, he wiggled his hands free, tugging at the knots until the fabric slipped off. He winced as he sat up, rubbing his sore wrists.

And then—the memories came crashing down.

His eyes widened in horror.

Flashes of last night’s party flooded his mind.

The mystery drink.
The giggling.
Niki’s drunken confession to Hoseok.
Him declaring war on Hoseok if he rejected her.
Then—

Oh. No.

His face turned red as his brain replayed the worst part.

The sexy song.
His dancing.
His shirt slipping off.

And then—

Taehyung.

Jungkook froze. His breathing hitched as he remembered.

He had forced his lips against his. His hands had roamed over Taehyung’s chest, undoing his buttons one by one.

And worst of all—

He had grinded against him. shamelessly.

Jungkook felt his soul leave his body.

"F-Fuck," he whispered, gripping his hair.

He marked his entire neck and collarbone, Hickeys.

His eyes widened even more.

"WHAT THE HELL DID I DO?!" he whisper-screamed, panic surging through him.

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