Chapter 19 || "Professor Kim: A victim. A Survivor. A Saint." || BOOK 2 OF PHOENIX IN HIS ARMS.

 

It all started at 5:30 AM.

The Kim Mansion, usually a haven of elegant tranquility, was quiet. Too quiet. Only the soft rustling of maids preparing breakfast could be heard. But even they paused now and then, throwing side-eyes to one another, whispering about how early a certain someone had woken up.

“Did you see Master Jungkook today? He was already dressed and grinning when I passed by the hall,” whispered one maid.

“And he was in a very good and cheerful mood today, just like a bouncy bunny hopping around,” Soojin added, looking at Jungkook with eyes full of adoration.

“That’s exactly the problem,” the head maid deadpanned. “He’s planning something. I am already looking ahead to today's drama.”

And oh, was he ever.

Down the hall, Jungkook was tiptoeing past Taehyung’s study, holding a small remote and a very smug grin. Last night’s harmless teasing and playful bites weren’t enough for him. His Hyungie was too innocent and naïve sometimes.

How can he not notice that Jungkook was not actually sleeping but had intensely decided to give his Hyungie blue balls? His Hyungie needed a reminder that Jungkook still had the upper hand when it came to chaos.

And today was the day.

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Operation: Prince Panic

Earlier that morning, Jungkook had carefully rigged Taehyung’s walk-in wardrobe with a set of mischievous surprises—all remote-controlled and timed perfectly for dramatic effect.

As per his daily routine, freshly showered Kim Taehyung entered his wardrobe at precisely 6:45 AM to get ready before breakfast. He opened his neatly arranged drawers to pick out the shirt he would be wearing, when—

PFFFFFFFTTTTT!!

A loud air horn blared from inside the drawer, making Taehyung stumble backward and nearly knock over a coat rack. He held the handles of the nearby drawer with one hand to stop himself from falling.

“What the—?!”

Before he could recover, the next drawer opened from the pull of his weight—

BOINGGGG!
Out sprang a glitter bomb—gold and rose glitter exploding in a beautiful, yet savage cloud, covering his hands, his chest, and most importantly… his hair.

“JUNGKOOK…” he whispered darkly, blinking through sparkles.

He reached for his trousers drawer, alert this time.

There weren't his usual boxers beside his pressed pants, as it was supposed to, all mysteriously missing, Or replaced —replaced by a single pair of hot pink boxers with “PROPERTY OF KIM JUNGKOOK 💋” written in glittery letters across the butt.

Taehyung’s eye twitched.

He stomped toward the mirror—already coughing glitter—and found a sticky note pasted right at eye level.

“Good morning, Professor Kim 💼✨ — consider this revenge for ignoring my sexy self last night.

Wanna know a fun fact about bunnies? Bunnies are one of the most sexually active creatures.

Your horny Bunny 🐰

P.S. I might have switched your cologne with vanilla room spray. Hope you smell delicious today. And just for a bit more twist, I was ............................not asleep last night, it was intentional just to give you some blue balls as a gift😘”

It was the final straw.

Downstairs, in the dining hall, the maids pretended to be busy setting the table, while Mr. and Mrs. Kim sipped their morning tea—hiding amused smiles. Everyone was waiting.

Jungkook, already seated at the table in his neatly ironed fluffy clothes and innocent expression, was munching on toast and humming.

He didn’t even flinch when it happened.

A thunderous, earth-shaking voice bellowed through the halls—

"KIM JUNGKOOKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!"

The spoon in Mrs. Kim’s hand clattered to her saucer as she burst into quiet laughter.

Mr. Kim didn’t even pretend to hide it. “That boy has a death wish.”

The maids leaned toward one another, whispering excitedly.

“Oh, it’s happening!”

“What did he do this time?!”

“Go see if he runs again!”

They didn’t have to wait long.

Jungkook froze mid-chew, blinked once, and bolted from his chair—toast still in hand—dashing out of the dining hall with the speed of a track star.

“Where is he going?”

“Probably to his office, 'KJ'! That’s his only safe zone!”

True to their prediction, Jungkook sprinted out the front door, dodging a now glitter-drenched, silk-tie-wielding Taehyung, who had emerged from the stairs looking like a furious fashion god dipped in fairy dust.

“I SWEAR TO GOD, KIM JUNGKOOK, YOU ARE SO DEAD WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!”

Jungkook called back with a cheeky grin, “I love you too, hyungieeee!” before hopping into his car’s backseat and speeding off.

Mrs. Kim took a serene sip of her tea and sighed. “It’s too early for this. But I love chaos. I practically live for it.”

Mr. Kim chuckled, shaking his head. “At least it’s not boring today.”

The mansion buzzed with laughter, gossip, and sparkles for the rest of the morning—because everyone knew this was only the beginning of another war between the playful prince and his glitter-bombed king.

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