CHAPTER 3

The soft rustle of silk tulle whispered beneath Jungkook’s fingers as he delicately pinned the final lace appliqué onto the almost-finished wedding gown. The sunlight filtering through the blurred glass partition of his private office gave the fabric a pearlescent glow, and for a moment—just a moment—he was at peace. Lost in creation. Focused.

Ping.

The sudden chime of his phone shattered the calm like a glass slipping from the edge of a counter.

Jungkook blinked. Slowly, cautiously, he reached for the device—still holding a pin between his lips. His eyes scanned the notification, and his soul left his body.

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Hyungie 🖤:
Be home early.
You’ve got something to answer for.
I’m clearing the evening just for you.

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A chill ran down Jungkook’s spine. His hands froze mid-air. The pin fell from his lips. Oh no. Oh no no no no no.

“Why does he sound like he’s planning my funeral?” Jungkook whispered to himself, dropping the phone onto the table like it might explode.

He immediately dialled his friends—all professors now, stuck in lecture halls—but none of them answered. Voicemail. Again. And again.

“Oh COME ON!” he whined, flopping dramatically over his desk like a dying Victorian heroine. “You all dragged me to that stupid club! I told you I didn't want to go! But nooo, ‘Jungkook, you need to let loose!’—and now look where we are. I am going to die in a Gucci robe, in a marble hallway, and my ghost will haunt Kim Mansion forever!”

He called Niki. No response.

“Ugh, traitor.”

He sat back up, aggressively tying the ribbon on the gown’s waist like it personally wronged him. The silence in his office was deafening, but his thoughts were louder. What kind of punishment? The silent kind? The rope kind? The “you’re not allowed to cuddle me for 72 hours” kind?

No. Taehyung was not that mild. Especially not when provoked.

And Jungkook… had absolutely, definitely, completely provoked him.

With a deep sigh, he packed up his materials and closed his design board, eyes flickering toward the clock. It was barely 5:15 PM, but he wasn’t about to keep Taehyung waiting. He didn’t want to die slowly.

By 6:00 PM sharp, Jungkook stepped into Kim Mansion.

And froze.

Dead silence. Not even the rustle of maids moving in the background. No slippers tapping against the polished floors. No Mr. Kim sipping wine and mumbling about stocks. No Mrs. Kim humming some classical tune in the drawing room.

Just… nothing.

Even the soft lamps glowed in eerie stillness.

Jungkook’s heart skipped. “O-okay. That’s not ominous at all.”

He walked further inside, his eyes darting side to side.

“Where is everyone? Did they all go on a secret vacation without telling me? Did they evacuate before the storm—aka, Kim Taehyung—lands on my existence?”

The moment he stepped into the grand foyer, a soft breeze passed through from the hallway—enough to lift the collar of his shirt slightly. He even forgot to change his formals while returning because of pressure. Jungkook instinctively clutched it.

“Oh God… this is how horror movies start.”

But beneath his nervous chatter and wide eyes… was something else.

Excitement.

His pulse thrummed like a drumline beneath his skin. His cheeks were warm. His breaths, shallow. It wasn’t just fear. No. There was something wild in the air. Something that made the hairs on his neck stand up.

Taehyung had cleared the evening.

He’d cleared the mansion.

He had plans.

And whatever those plans were… Jungkook could feel them tingling under his skin, making his steps faster and slower at the same time.

Was he about to be scolded?

Was he about to be teased, punished, or wrapped up in those strong arms while being told exactly how reckless and disobedient he’d been?

Jungkook swallowed. “It’s going to be something I’ll remember my whole life,” he whispered to himself.

And he wasn’t wrong.

Because somewhere in the shadows of the mansion, Taehyung was waiting.

Jungkook stood at the doorway to their room, shoes now abandoned in the hallway, socked feet making no sound on the marble as he slowly, very slowly, turned the knob and cracked the door open.

His bunny eyes peeked in.

And there he was.

Kim Taehyung.

Clad in his black formal Pants, the expensive fabric hugging his long legs like it was tailored by sin itself. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show the deep cut of his collarbone, sleeves rolled to his forearms—veins visible, flexing with every small shift of his fingers.

His discarded tie lay like a warning across the bed. The man himself sat on the balcony chair, wine glass swirling in his hand, eyes lost in the dusky skyline.

A Greek god mid-contemplation.

Jungkook’s soul screamed.

He closed the door in the quietest panic ever executed by a human and bolted down the hall like a squirrel on espresso. “Nope, nope, NOPE. Approaching him is a death wish! I’ll end up a memory on a family photo frame!”

He turned corners, ducked behind a curtain, crawled behind a sofa, and even tried to camouflage behind a decorative plant. But the bush had spikes.

“Ow!”

He sprinted again and—like a fool—dove into the nearest place he could hide: inside the laundry cart. With a towel thrown over his head, he crouched like a criminal in a prison movie, whispering to himself.

“I’m too pretty to die. I’m too young. My wedding dress line hasn’t even launched yet.”

Just then—

“...Kookie.”

The soft, deep voice of doom echoed from behind him.

Jungkook froze.

Slowly turned.

And there stood Taehyung, expression unreadable, one brow raised, sleeves still rolled, and eyes gleaming in amusement—or was it murder? Hard to tell with Taehyung. The man held the laundry cart with one hand, completely unfazed.

“Found you.”

Jungkook yelped. “Noooo wait—”

In the next second, he was lifted like a sack of potatoes, slung over Taehyung’s shoulder with the least amount of effort.

“Hyungie! This is manhandling! I’m fragile!”

Taehyung said nothing.

Nothing.

His silence was more powerful than a thousand scoldings. Jungkook thrashed like a caught kitten. “Is this the silent punishment? At least say you still love me! Am I sleeping on the couch? Or am I getting shipped to Antarctica?? Hyung—!”

Still nothing.

Taehyung carried him like he weighed nothing, striding into the kitchen, and placing him gently—but firmly—on the counter. He finally spoke.

“Don’t move.”

His voice was calm. Deep. Laced with steel.

Jungkook nodded obediently, too stunned to resist.

Taehyung walked off.

Was he going to get ropes? A pan? Divorce papers??

But instead, Taehyung returned with a bottle of wine from their private reserve—one Jungkook knew was older than both of them combined—and poured it into a delicate glass.

He handed it to Jungkook with a small smile.

“Mom and Dad are out for dinner with old friends. So I thought…”
“Why not I cook for you today?”
“It’s been a while since I made something for my baby.”

Jungkook blinked.

“Enjoy the wine until dinner. It’s rich, smooth. Don’t drink the whole bottle unless you want to end up under the table again. Just half.”
“Be good, okay?”

And with that, Taehyung turned around, pulled his hair into a loose bun, tied on an apron (a black silk one), and began cooking.

Jungkook: Buffering...

Thoughts: Not Found.

He looked at the wine. Then at Taehyung.

Then at the wine again.

“This… is not what I expected.”

His nerves began to settle as the warm notes of rosemary, garlic, and butter began to fill the kitchen. The sound of oil sizzling in the pan was like background music, and the warm lighting wrapped around Taehyung like a cinematic spotlight.

And Jungkook?

Jungkook slowly sipped the wine and let out a dreamy sigh.

“Maybe I’m not being punished. Maybe… he really just missed me.”

Then his thoughts drifted in a very different direction.

“God, look at him.”
“Those rolled-up sleeves. Those veins. That back view…”
“How is he so hot just cooking dinner? Is it legal to look that good while chopping herbs?”

His feet dangled off the counter, swinging slowly as he kept sipping and admiring. His cheeks turned pink.

“I must have done some serious good karma to end up married to this man.”
“Look at those muscles. That focus. That aura. That apron—I need therapy.”
“Oof. I’m feeling hot…”

He didn’t know it yet.

But the trap was already closed.

And Jungkook?

He was walking straight into it, one dreamy sigh and one warm sip at a time.

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Jungkook didn’t realize when his wine glass became empty, refilled, and empty again—or was it already more than that? All he knew was that every sip had made Taehyung look more dazzling, more unreal, like a moving portrait painted by desire itself.

He leaned one hand against the cool marble counter and sighed dreamily, eyes locked onto the back of his husband.

“Look at him. So graceful… so majestic… so unfairly perfect.”

Taehyung’s rolled-up sleeves were halfway responsible for Jungkook’s brain slowly turning into mashed strawberries. The way those arm muscles flexed as he tossed garlic into a pan… it wasn’t legal. It just wasn’t.

Jungkook was mid-fantasy—imagining Taehyung throwing him onto a royal feast table, wedding suit half-undone, candles flickering in the background—when Taehyung’s voice called gently:

“Kookie.”

No response.

Taehyung tilted his head and turned to look over his shoulder, eyes narrowing just slightly in amusement. His wine-slicked lips curled into a barely-there smirk before vanishing behind a calm expression.

He walked to the fridge and pulled out a tall, beautifully garnished glass of banana smoothie, complete with a little swirl of whipped cream and a chocolate drizzle.

When he turned back, Jungkook was still lost in his head, lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed.

Taehyung cleared his throat once. “Kookie.”

Jungkook blinked rapidly and sat up straighter, finally noticing his now-empty wine glass being gently taken away from his hand.

“You seem… a little lost,” Taehyung said, amused. “You’ve already finished more than half the bottle. If you keep going, you’ll end up dancing on the dining table again.”

Jungkook blushed, blinking. “Huh? No, I wasn’t—I was just—uh, thinking…”

“Mmm,” Taehyung hummed knowingly, passing the smoothie to him. “Here. I made this banana smoothie for you. It’ll help balance the wine.”

He leaned in and pressed a warm kiss to Jungkook’s forehead. “Be good. Finish it all.”

Jungkook nodded mutely, taking the glass like a student handed a holy scroll. His heart fluttered at the forehead kiss, and he immediately began sipping.

Taehyung returned to the stove, but there was a knowing curve on his lips now, hidden from Jungkook’s gaze.

Fifteen minutes later, Jungkook had finished his smoothie—and ten different fantasy scenarios in his head, each one starring him and Taehyung in progressively more ridiculous yet romantic settings.

Ballroom dancing in the rain, being chased through a vineyard by paparazzi before sharing a kiss in a cellar, or riding horses into the sunset on the beach in matching silk robes.

His eyes glazed as Taehyung plated a sample from the pan.

Then, Taehyung turned and walked toward him with a glistening bite of sweet and spicy chicken held on a small tasting fork.

“Taste this for me?” Taehyung asked, holding it up.

Jungkook opened his mouth like a good boy, letting the bite slip onto his tongue.

Chew. Chew. Che—

“Spicy, spicy!” he cried, waving his hand. “Hyung—it’s spicy!”

Taehyung turned quickly, half-laughing, and pulled open the fridge to grab a chilled glass of fresh orange juice. He handed it to Jungkook immediately. “Here, drink. I didn’t think it was that spicy.”

Jungkook sipped hurriedly, his tongue sticking out slightly like a puppy. “Still burns,” he pouted.

Taehyung leaned over and added a spoonful of honey into the pan, adjusting the balance. He tasted it again himself and nodded in satisfaction.

“Perfect,” he muttered. “Thanks for being my taste tester.”

Jungkook smiled with flushed cheeks, drinking the rest of the juice. He watched Taehyung with glowing admiration.

“He takes care of me… cooks for me… makes smoothies and orange juice… I won the husband lottery. There’s no other explanation.”

Taehyung turned back to him and gently placed both hands on Jungkook’s thighs. “It’s still too early to eat dinner,” he said softly. “But I want to talk to you before that.”

Before Jungkook could react, Taehyung bent and scooped him into his arms again, bridal-style this time, as if he weighed nothing more than feathers.

“Hyung—!” Jungkook yelped, caught off guard.

But Taehyung only chuckled. “Relax. No one’s home.”

They walked through the quiet halls, the soft hum of Taehyung’s chest rising and falling under Jungkook’s ear. He could hear the beat of his heart—steady, calm, composed.

Too composed.

“He’s definitely plotting something.”

Taehyung placed him carefully onto the plush bed, gently smoothing his hair as he pulled away.

“I need to send some important emails,” he said. “Then we’ll talk, hmm?”

Jungkook nodded again, eyes hooded and soft from the cozy daze he’d fallen into.

He watched Taehyung take his place on the small sofa across from the bed, legs crossed, laptop open. The soft blue glow of the screen lit up his focused expression, brows furrowed slightly in concentration.

And Jungkook just… stared.

“This is dangerous. Too dangerous. He’s too hot. How do I survive this house? He cooks, looks like that, and plans emails while I’m still fighting to remember my own name.”

His fingers curled in the blanket, cheeks heating again as the smoothie, wine, and emotions swirled inside him.

Little did he know—

Taehyung was watching, too.

From the corner of his eyes, Taehyung could feel every gaze Jungkook threw his way.

And he was just letting the suspense simmer.

Because when it boiled over…

That’s when the real punishment would begin.

Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed like a statue—frozen, fidgeting, eyes wide with helplessness. His legs were tightly pressed together, bouncing slightly as the minutes ticked by like hours.

The soft clicking of laptop keys across the room was the only sound, besides the rhythmic thudding of his own heartbeat in his ears.

He glanced at Taehyung, who was seated gracefully on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, shirt sleeves rolled just below the elbows, exposing his strong forearms as he typed away, calm and collected. Dangerous. Beautiful.

Jungkook bit his lip. The sensation from earlier—the wine, the smoothie, the juice—all of it was catching up with him in the most desperate way. He squirmed in place, eyes darting to the bathroom door like it was a portal to salvation.

Unable to endure it any longer, he slowly rose from the bed, hoping—praying—that his hyung was too engrossed in his work to notice.

But the low, commanding voice echoed through the room like a spell:
“Where do you think you’re going, baby?”

Jungkook froze mid-step, one foot off the ground. He turned his head slightly, giving a sheepish smile. “Just the bathroom, hyungie... I’ll be back before you even send that mail…”

Taehyung’s eyes didn’t even lift from the screen.
“Go back to where I left you. If you move one more centimeter…” His voice lowered, smooth as velvet, sharp as a blade. “Your punishment will be much more creative tonight.”

That was enough. Jungkook instantly turned on his heel and scurried back to the bed, sitting down like an obedient child, his cheeks red, his eyes wide, legs shaking with the effort to not move.

Taehyung smirked behind his screen.

He finished his last email slowly and deliberately. Clicking with exaggerated patience. Then, after nearly an hour of torturous silence, he closed the laptop with a soft thud. Jungkook’s ears perked up. Hope flared in his eyes after an hour of pure torture on his bladder.

But then Taehyung stood up... and walked to the bathroom.

Jungkook’s jaw dropped.

He heard the faucet. Then the unmistakable sound of running water. Then the flush.

“No... no no no... Hyung, you’re killing me,” Jungkook whispered to himself, bouncing a little on the bed, face redder than a ripe tomato. His entire body was tense like a coiled spring.

Finally, Taehyung emerged from the bathroom, drying his hands with a small towel. He leaned casually against the doorframe, eyes gleaming with mischief as they landed on his writhing bunny.

“Oh? You're still dry?” he teased, his voice soft yet laced with teasing menace. “Impressive. You've got some good control over your dick darling”

Jungkook whimpered, covering his face with both hands as he sank onto the bed fully. “You're evil,” he muttered, “I’m dying.”

Taehyung chuckled lowly and walked over, each step deliberate, his gaze never leaving Jungkook's trembling figure. He reached out, his fingers brushing under Jungkook’s chin, lifting it gently.

“Do you think I should leave you this easily for what you did, baby?”

Jungkook shook his head instantly, eyes doe-like and filled with emotion.

“Then hold on just a little longer. You’re doing so well. And I promise”—he leaned in, whispering right against his ear—“the reward will be worth every second of it.”

Jungkook shuddered.

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Jungkook sat on the edge of the bed, every nerve in his body alive with anticipation and anxiety. The room was dimly lit, golden evening light spilling through the windows, casting long shadows across the floor.

His heart thudded in his chest like a drum as Taehyung settled into the sofa with an air of quiet authority, legs crossed, shirt still half unbuttoned, sleeves rolled to his forearms, and that ever-dangerous glint in his eyes.

It wasn’t loud. It didn’t have to be.

“Come here,” Taehyung said, voice calm but commanding.

Jungkook rose on instinct, his bare feet barely making a sound against the floor. He made his way to Taehyung slowly, hesitating only slightly before Taehyung’s hands found his waist and pulled him down—firmly but gently—onto his lap.

The air between them thickened.

Taehyung’s fingers slipped under Jungkook’s shirt, palms warm as they roamed over his stomach, trailing up the faint lines of his abs and gliding over the sensitive skin at his sides.

He didn’t rush. No, he teased—deliberate and unhurried—stroking Jungkook’s waist in ways that made his body tremble and mind scatter like leaves in the wind.

“Hyung…” Jungkook whimpered softly, gripping the edge of Taehyung’s shirt, “D-Don’t. I… I can’t hold it if you keep—ah!”

Taehyung smirked against his neck, he could see that Jungkook just lost it for a second, and the wet patch in Jungkook’s pants was enough proof for it. He will divert his eyes and will speak in a dark and smooth voice. “You’re not supposed to give in so easily, baby.”

Jungkook squirmed on his lap, struggling to keep his composure. “Hyungie, p-please…”

Taehyung’s lips curved into a smirk, but he said nothing. His fingers continued their sensual exploration—up the centre of Jungkook’s chest, then back down in feather-light trails. Every stroke made Jungkook squirm harder, the tension growing unbearable.

“Control it, baby,” Taehyung finally spoke, his voice low and steady. “You’re strong, aren’t you?”

“I-I’m trying,” Jungkook gasped, his voice tight with restraint.

“Good,” Taehyung murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Jungkook’s temple. “Because if you break too soon… the punishment will be much more difficult.”

Jungkook whimpered, gripping onto Taehyung’s shirt like a lifeline.

“Hyung… d-don’t…” he whispered, voice shaky.

“But you’re so sensitive today.” Taehyung’s breath grazed the shell of his ear. “That’s what happens when someone breaks the rules.”

“I–I didn’t mean to… I didn’t know the drink was alcoholic—”

“Still drank it, didn’t you?” Taehyung’s hand tightened slightly on his waist. “And now you’re here, on my lap, desperate and adorable.”

Jungkook whined quietly, burying his face in Taehyung’s neck. It was warm, comforting—but also dangerous. He knew that scent, that tone, that patience Taehyung had right before he made Jungkook forget his own name.

“I had warned you,” Taehyung continued, voice low, “that you will get a hard punishment if you get drunk in a club in my absence.”

Jungkook nodded, barely managing a soft “Yes, Hyung.”

“You not only decided to get fully drunk in my absence, but you also ditched your bodyguard, who was secretly following you on my orders.”

Taehyung lifted him effortlessly, carrying him bridal-style back to the bed. He laid him down like he was precious glass, but the glint in his eyes said otherwise. It was the calm before the storm.

“Comfortable?” Taehyung asked, brushing the hair from Jungkook’s face.

Jungkook nodded again, voice trembling but filled with trust. “Yes…”

“You know how dangerous it is for you to not be in your senses in public, don’t you? Do you know that you were surrounded by a lot of drunk people, and one was even trying to touch you at every chance he got.”  

“If not for an old friend of mine who reorganized you and brought you back safely, you could have been in a situation that I don’t even want to think about. You are mine, Jungkook. Only mine.”

Taehyung leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, then his eyes, which were a bit teary, and then his cheeks, which were all pink and cute like cherries, and at the end a peak on his lips, those soft and juicy petals with a mole under it enhancing his beauty.

“You did wrong and risked yourself like that. Even though drinking it wasn’t your choice, but ditching your bodyguard and going there without informing me or mom and dad was your choice, so you should get punished for it. You are such a brat. Only punishments can stop you from repeating the same mistake.”

“Remember,” he whispered, cupping Jungkook’s cheek, “you can stop me anytime. Just say the word. You are everything to me, and I love you more than anything.”

Jungkook looked into his eyes, heart thudding, but full of affection and guilt. “I won’t. I trust you. I love you.”

Taehyung smiled gently—only for a second—before it was replaced with the look of a man ready to deliver punishment and pleasure in equal measure. “Then let the punishment begin.”

The next second, Taehyung’s hand slid upward and pressed flat against Jungkook’s back, pulling him in — their faces barely inches apart. Jungkook’s lashes fluttered shut.

Then came the kiss.

It wasn’t gentle.

It was claiming.

Taehyung’s lips found his with heat, with pressure, with a hunger that stole Jungkook’s breath. One hand tilted Jungkook’s chin just so — guiding, controlling — while the other gripped his waist tight enough to brand it.

The kiss was punishing in its depth, in its refusal to allow retreat. But laced beneath the domination was something tender, something sacred.

It said: You are mine. I missed you. You made me worry. And still — I want all of you.

“mmm…..hm…..” Jungkook moaned into his mouth, fingers clutching at Taehyung’s shirt as if he were drowning and Taehyung was the only thing keeping him afloat.

When they finally pulled apart, Jungkook was dazed — lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy.

Taehyung’s breathing was rough, but he didn’t waste a second. From around Jungkook’s body, he slipped off his clothes, leaving him in his naked glory.

“Up,” he said simply.

“W-What—?” not waiting for Jungkook to understand, Taehyung picked a pillow and placed it under his hips and that position made Jungkook’s hard dick to stand higher and prouder. Jungkook was embarrassed to see that, but Taehyung smirked and softly brushed his fingers over the hard and glossy tip, drawing a moan from Jungkook’s lips.

“ahh...h-Hyung?” Jungkook lost his composure for a second because of the pleasure and sensitivity.

Soon like a fountain his pee started to flow from his proudly stood dick, just over Jungkook’s stomach and before Jungkook could understand, Taehyung pinched the tip of his cock blocking the flow and said in his deep voice, his dark eyes still fixed on his cock “stop it Jungkook if don’t want it to go worse.

After so much struggle, Jungkook managed to stop himself somehow, with a face redder than a tomato and embarrassment filled in his eyes. He is so embarrassed to say anything. He just peed while lying necked on the bed. In front of his Hyung.

Over himself. Some of his pee is on his Hyungie as well. And his Hyungie just pinched the tip of his dick to stop him from peeing more. Oh god!!! Can he be any more embarrassed?

“H-Hyung?” Jungkook whispered. But Taehyung was smirking. Was he not disgusted because of what just happened? How can he be? He was the one who planned it after all.

Taehyung will leave Jungkook’s cock after making sure that Jungkook had controlled it now and walked towards the tie he had discarded on the bed after returning from university.

Taehyung started to wrap the tie over Jungkook’s wet and still hard cock and tied it there like a ribbon but with a bit strong grip. And even after all the embarrassment, Jungkook lost his mind and started to admire his hot and sexy hubby, who is still fully dressed like he is about to attend a meeting.

‘Ohh, his handsome face and those mouthwatering big hands of his, which can reach places no one can. How can someone manage to look this attractive while tying a dick with a tie. I want to die with those big hands choking me and those- ahh!!!

That knot on my dick was a bit harsh, but at least I won't be peeing like a baby anymore, that to in front of my handsome man, that's quite embarrassing.’

“Baby, come out of your dirty thoughts. You are impossible, you know. How can you think dirty and do dirty at the same time? Have some shame, will you? If you peed one more time, you are done. You will make Hyung cum first and then you are allowed to pee. Okay? Today, Hyungie will let you take control.”

Jungkook nodded his head and tried to wake up, but Taehyung pushed him back and took out something from the bedside drawer. Jungkook’s doe eyes went wider, with his heart almost bouncing out of his chest.

“You will start your work after I am finished, but I still need to play my last card, baby. Why so hurried? We have the whole night for us.” Taehyung smirked after saying that and looked at Jungkook with a toy in his hand.

Not any toy, but a big vibrator. Taehyung had never used any toys on Jungkook before. This made Jungkook more excited and nervous at the same time. His favourite colour, shiny and pretty. Jungkook can’t wait for that big and pretty thing to be stuffed inside him. It will be cool for sure.

Taehyung felt Jungkook’s excitement and shook his head at his crazy baby. How can he not be scared at all and enjoy his punishments this much? Is it even normal? But he knew since the first day that his baby brat was not normal or innocent at all. WARNING: Never judge someone by their cute and innocent face.

Can anyone believe that Taehyung is so crazy in love that he spends more time crafting and planning punishments and rewards for Jungkook than working in university? He is going crazy because of his baby brat, who is not a baby at all. But still, he is Taehyung's baby and will be his baby forever.

While Jungkook was still lost in his daydreams, Taehyung started to stuff the lubed vibrator in Jungkook’s parted ass breaking his dreams and bringing him back to reality. “Aah!!!.... Hyung,” Jungkook tried to speak, but he stopped after feeling Taehyung's burning eyes on him.

In anger, Taehyung stuffed all at once, “aaahhh!!!!......” drawing a loud moan from Jungkook, “What did you just call me, baby? Hmm?” Jungkook noticed his mistake and cursed himself in his mind before speaking again. “P-Professor Kim? I-It’s my f-first tim-”.

“I know. Don’t you want to try it, baby? Don’t worry, I will ‘try’ to be gentle. But you are not allowed to use it yourself until I permit you. Only I am allowed to use it on you. Now tell me, are you comfortable if I use it on you?” Jungkook nodded his head in a yes with his face red from blushing too much.

Taehyung woke up from there and sat on his side of the bed with half his body resting over the headboard.

After being comfortable he touched little Jungkook’s head and said in his deep and dark voice “Now baby, go on and make Hyung cum first. And then you are free to relieve yourself. My baby must be under too much pressure after all this time.”

Without waiting another second, Jungkook climbed onto Taehyung and sat on his stomach. It’s the first time he is going to pleasure his Hyung. It was always the other way around, and Jungkook wants his Hyung to enjoy it.

Even though it was a bit uncomfortable when a giant vibrator was stuffed in his ass, Jungkook wanted to do it good.

So, ignoring his own stuffed ass and tied dick Jungkook come forward to kiss his Hyung. His Hyung always dominated him. Today, he will kiss and dominate his Hyungie so hard that Hyungie will beg him to be top and will himself become a bottom afterwards.

Just as their lips were about to meet, the vibrator was turned on by Taehyung, and “ahh!!!! Hy-P-Professor K-Kim… ahh… slow… ah…” Jungkook couldn’t stop from moaning because of the vibration in his ass. He is hugging Taehyung like a koala, his tied dick pressed between there bodies, already leaking even after the tie.

“Baby, you are not allowed to pee on me. It's bad manners. Grow up.” Taehyung commented with a smirk when he felt that hot liquid over his stomach.

 Jungkook not in his right mind pinched his dick’s tip to stop peeing while his moans can’t stop at all. He was about to droll because of pleasure and damn those hooded eyes of his. Taehyung cursed under his breath, seeing Jungkook lost in some other world of pleasure.

He thought that only him fucking Jungkook like a beast can send him in that unknown world of pleasure but seeing him enjoying that toy ‘just a toy at its full mechanical speed’ this much Taehyung can’t help but feel jealous.

He thought Jungkook will beg to be fucked by his dick and will be unsatisfied with a plastic toy, just like it happened in that novel. How can he underestimate his brat in the first place? he is one of his kind after all, and it's not like things written in the novel will always be true.

But since his baby is enjoying it, he should make his first toy experience more memorable. And maybe he should set up a red room for Jungkook, and then- a smirk appeared on his lips, and he decreased the vibrator speed to one from five.

“P-Professorrrrrrr… nooooo… ” Jungkook came back to earth from heaven and whinnied like a baby who lost his candy.

Eyes a bit teary, face red, lips wet and pouted out, body still trembling, ass pushed back, hands holding his tied dick, pee dripping drop by drop from fingers holding the tip, body fully necked and sweety and no SHAME AT ALL. OHH HEAVENS!!! Why did Taehyung never try this before?

His baby is getting more sexy, sinful, cute, seductive, killer, illegal, unreal… each passing second. Is it what people call heaven? Taehyung's dark eyes turned darker if possible. Teasing a sexually frustrated Jungkook is indeed another level of pleasure.

Taehyung smirked and said, “Baby bunny, don’t you think you have forgotten something?” Jungkook thought for a moment and shook his head, “Noooo, Hyungie, please do it again, Professor Kim, I will be good. Hubbbyyyyyyyyyyyyy…… please, pretty plea- ahh!!!”

Before Jungkook can complete he was already rewarded with a hard spank causing his hands to slip from his dick resulting a warm flood over Taehyung’s stomach again. Jungkook again tried to hold his dick but couldn’t stop because of too much pressor.

He had been holding his pee for hours, and now it seems impossible to stop.

To make it worse, Taehyung switched the speed of the vibrator to full, and it jerked Jungkook ‘s body, hands automatically at Taehyung’s chest in an attempt not to fall face forward, causing his pee to come out faster.

Jungkook desperately tried to stop his pee, but the effect of drinking too much liquid at once was not normal “ahh… s-stop… ahh… Hyu…ahh…ngie… I-I c-can’t… ahh… stop…ahh!!!... hyu-…… t-too m-uch… s-sorry…”.

Even after all the desperate attempts, Jungkook’s bladder was empty in less than a minute. While Jungkook was still sensitive and a moaning mess, tears flowed in both pleasure and guilt. Yes. Guilt for forgetting that he was supposed to stop himself from peeing.

He was supposed to pleasure his Hyungie, it was the first time Hyungie asked him to do something, and he forgot. “so-sorry, ahh… k-ahh, kookie soory, sor-oy..ah-ary…hy-”

Sensing some sudden change in Jungkook’s emotion, Taehyung stopped the vibrator and held Jungkook in his arms tightly, “baby? It's all right. Everything is fine. If you don’t want to continue, we will stop. You should have told me if you wanted us to stop. Shh. Calm down, my baby, Hyungie is here.”

But Jungkook was going deep in his head, he was getting trapped in guilt.

Worried with the continuous ‘sorry’ of Jungkook Taehyung was getting a bit worried, but somehow, he was getting a bit idea of the situation as well. Maybe. Just maybe Jungkook was slipping in sub space for some reason, and Taehyung knows that he needs to be cared to be pulled out of his state.

He needed assurance, comfort, and love, and Taehyung was there to do anything for his baby. “Baby, you can tell me anything, tell me what is troubling you, why you are sorry for, you know that Hyungie will never mind the mess you made over Hyungie, right?”

Jungkook nodded his head a little, but will continue to ask for forgiveness.

“Tell Hyungie, baby,” Jungkook hiccups a little and starts to speak in a broken and guilty voice. “K-Kookie, sorry, H-Hyungie. Kookie is s-selfish. Kookie i-idiot ‘hiccup’. K-Kookie bad. S-Sorry, H-Hyungie.”

Taehyung started to calm Jungkook while rubbing his back in a comforting manner, “Baby, you are not bad or selfish. Why will you even think like that?” Trembling a little, Jungkook looked in Taehyung's eyes with his own teary ones.

“Kookie is s-selfish, H-Hyungie ‘hiccup’ al’-always pleases K-Kookie, makes Kookie h-happy, does e-everything f-for Kookie, but… but ‘hiccup’ Kookie e-even forgot to p-pleasure Hyungie when Hyun-gie asked, Kookie forgot H-Hyungie in-in his own p-pleasure, K-Kookie forgot he was on punishment for being bad.”

Jungkook sniffled with tears flowing from his eyes.

“And… and Kookie even peed on Hyungie, Kookie bad, very bad, and ‘hiccup’ Kookie selfish too, Kookie only knows how to take but never gives anything to Hyungie, Kookie very bad, Kookie should ‘hiccup’ be punished for being bad, yes, Hyungie, punish Kookie, Kookie need to be punished for forgetting about Hyungie, Kookie should be punished, punished, Kookie should puni-”

Taehyung buried Jungkook’s face in his neck and softly rubbed his head in a calming manner, “Baby, it’s not true. I don’t need anything from Kookie, Kookie is already my everything. What else will I need if I have you, my love? I don’t need you to pleasure me.”

“I love to give Kookie everything, my Kookie deserves the world after all. I love to please Kookie, and who said that you don’t give me anything? I know you love me the most. And whenever we made love, we both felt pleasure. Then why would you think like that?”

But Jungkook was not ready to accept and was still weeping, and this made Taehyung more worried. If this goes on like this, Jungkook will fall sick, so Taehyung will decide to take things into his hands and bring Jungkook out of the sub-space.

“Since Kookie had made a mistake, Kookie will get punishment. If Kookie accepted the whole punishment, then Hyungie will forgive Kookie for being bad.”

Hearing this, Jungkook's eyes will light up, he stops mumbling and whispers. “Really, Hyungie, K-Kookie will be fo-forgiven if Kookie takes the p-punishment like a gooboy?”

Taehyung knows he doesn’t have any other option. Jungkook was deep in his guilt. He never knew that Jungkook felt that he was unable to give anything to him and was only taking from him.

If he had even had a hint about Jungkook’s insecurity, he would have clarified to Jungkook that he doesn’t want anything except Jungkook’s love. His baby brat’s love. It's all he needs in this life.

“Yes, I will give Kookie five spanks for being bad, and if Kookie takes it all like a good boy, then I will forgive Kookie and will give him a reward as well.” Jungkook will look at him like something is wrong, but he can’t understand what.

So, Taehyung will change his sentence a bit: “five for disobeying my words and five for forgetting Hyung, and if Kookie will take it all like a good boy, then reward, or else no cuddles as more punishments.

Listening to this, Jungkook mumbled, “Kookie is a g-good boy, Kookie will take p-punishment for being bad, and K-Kookie will get the reward for b-being g-good boy too. Kookie no want no cuddles, Kookie will be g-good. H-Hyungie, give Kookie puni-shment. Kookie will take it like good boy of H-Hyungie. Kookie no bad boy.”

In next second Taehyung found Jungkook over his lap, naked butt under his palms. Taehyung was still thinking about Jungkook’s insecurity. Is there some reason for Jungkook to think like that? It is almost like Jungkook thinks that he is not sufficient enough for Taehyung.

Did he do something for Jungkook to feel like that? He should talk to Jungkook when he is fine. With that Taehyung will spank Jungkook’s butt drawing a moan and a count “ahh…o-one”.

Spank

“Ah… t-two”

“Wait a minute baby, let me take out the vibrator first, or it will hurt more.”

“No… l-let it be there, H-Hyungie… because of it, K-Kookie fo-forgot Hyungie… Kookie should be p-punished like this for b-being bad b-boy-oy to Hyungie.”

Spank

“aah… th-three”

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Spank

“ahh… te-ten” Jungkook counted the last spank, tears flowing from his eyes, not from the pain. Taehyung knew his baby was not crying from pain; he still felt guilty.

Taehyung picked Jungkook up and placed him on his lap, holding him over his chest like a baby to calm him down. “You did well, baby, you took all the punishment like a good boy. Hyungie is forgiving you. As a reward, Hyungie will pamper his baby with a lot of love and kisses.”

Jungkook’s crying stopped slowly. “P-Promise, Hyungie? You are not angry at K-Kookie for being bad a-anymore? Kookie is f-forgiven? You won't leave Kookie e-ever? I will be a good boy. P-Promish. N-Never leave Kookie. Kookie will d-die.” Taehyung pats Jungkook’s head and pulls him closer while comforting him.

“Baby, Hyungie loves you so much that Hyungie will die himself even with the thought of leaving you. And yes, Kookie is forgiven. Hyungie promises you that I will never leave Kookie. Never.”

After almost fifteen minutes of sweet talks, praises, and comforting kisses, Jungkook calmed down totally with tired and sleepy eyes. Taehyung carried Jungkook and lay him on the bed, asking him to stay for a moment.

Taehyung entered the bathroom and prepared a hot bath for Jungkook and carried Jungkook to the bathroom, and cleaned him up. Later, he carried an already sleeping Jungkook to the room and laid him on the sofa softly.

After fixing the bed and changing the sheets, Taehyung sprayed the room freshener and activated the air purifier. Later on, he carried Jungkook to bed for a better sleep. Taehyung took a quick shower himself and joined Jungkook in bed, holding him tightly.

He wasn’t aware that tonight would turn out like this; it seems they still need to work on their relationship. On Jungkook’s insecurity. On them.

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The grand marble pillars of Phoenix Rigid University loomed above Jungkook as he stormed through the bustling corridors, his pace frantic and eyes scanning every classroom he passed. Students parted to the sides, confused by their usually composed vice president looking like he had run all the way from Seoul.

His breath came in sharp bursts, chest heaving under his black turtleneck. “Where are they?” he muttered, shoving open the door of a faculty lounge. Empty.

“Jimin! Soobin! Niki!” he called under his breath like a lost child in a shopping mall.

But there was no trace of them.

His boots echoed through the halls as he checked the staff room, the cafeteria, even the auditorium — but it was as if his three best friends had vanished off the face of the university.

He was nearly ready to scream when he caught a sudden breeze — and the faint sound of cheering.

His head snapped toward the university grounds, the massive open field just behind the main building. With a hopeful breath, he dashed toward it.

And there they were.

At first, all Jungkook could see was movement — three figures in university track pants and shirts, running in pained, ungraceful loops around the field, gasping for air and dragging their legs like soldiers after battle.

Jimin, flushed crimson, was wheezing dramatically.

Soobin looked like he was calculating how far his legs could go before giving up entirely.

Niki was somewhere between sprinting and limping, her ponytail whipping violently behind her as she gritted her teeth.

A small crowd of students stood off to the side, murmuring among themselves in confusion.

And on the sidelines, under the shaded spectator tent, sat four faculty members: Professor Hoseok, upright with crossed arms, Professor Jin, sipping a smoothie and laughing like a villain, Professor Yoongi, looking almost asleep with his arms folded.

“What in the actual—” Jungkook began, storming toward the group of professors.

Jin noticed him first and beamed. “Oh, you finally showed up. The reason behind today’s free entertainment.”

Jungkook blinked. “What?”

Jin patted the seat next to him but didn’t stop grinning. “Wait for it. They’re on their final round.”

Jungkook turned back to the track.

Sure enough, the three runners were dragging themselves over the finish line, barely upright. The moment they crossed the chalked line, all three collapsed on the grass — limbs sprawled, faces buried in the ground, groaning like zombies.

“Oww... My thighs are on fire,” Niki gasped, rolling onto her back.

“I think I pulled every muscle I’ve ever owned,” Soobin moaned dramatically.

“I saw the afterlife in round six,” Jimin said through the grass.

Jungkook, both worried and confused, rushed over. “What happened to you guys? And why are you running like you’re in the military? I have a serious problem—”

The three looked up at him simultaneously. Their eyes narrowed.

“Who are you?” Jimin said, squinting.

“I don’t think we know this man,” Soobin added, dragging himself to a sitting position.

Niki made a show of shielding her eyes like Jungkook was too bright to look at. “Kim Jungkook? Never heard of him.”

“What—what are you talking about?” Jungkook said, flabbergasted.

“Because of you,” Jimin said, pointing an accusing finger, “we were dragged into this ridiculous punishment.”

“Taehyung hyung caught us in the staff room today because of your little escape stunt to the club the other day,” Soobin added. “And guess what?”

“He said we clearly had too much energy to waste on useless things; he will help us know where to use it instead of wasting it on something as useless as getting drunk in a club.”

Niki finished. “So, ten laps. In front of the students to help us remember that it is not very professional to go to a club and get drunk like no tomorrow after being a professor at Phoenix.”

A wave of laughter erupted from Jin’s direction again. “Honestly, it was the best lunch break I’ve had all month. Thanks, Jungkook.”

Jungkook’s jaw dropped. “Wait, wait. He punished you because you took me there with you?!”

“Not fully. Half for supporting you when you decided to trick your bodyguard so your husband won't find out that you went to the club without telling him.” Jimin hissed dramatically. “We helped you, so we got the consequences.”

“And we even lost all the cool points we had with the students!” Niki added, throwing her hands in the air.

“Some kid asked me if I had heart issues mid-run,” Soobin grumbled.

“But—guys! I need your help!” Jungkook pleaded, “Forget about the past, help me with the present situation. I really messed up again. The three paused.

“...Oh no,” Jimin muttered.

Soobin tilted his head. “Did you again mix permanent hair colour in his shampoo?”

“With rainbow color or weird colour like dirty green and sad brown?” Niki added.

Jungkook shook his head as no rapidly.

“Whatever you did..... You’re doomed,” they all said in unison.

“But that’s why I need help!” Jungkook exclaimed. “Please. Let’s go inside. I’ll buy lunch. Or dinner. Or new shoes. Whatever!”

The three friends exchanged looks.

Jimin finally sighed. “Fine. But you owe us so many drinks.”

“And you’re paying for my next massage,” Soobin grunted as he got up with a wince.

“I want a month’s worth of free coffee,” Niki demanded, brushing dirt from her shirt.

Jungkook groaned, but nodded. “Fine, yes. Just—please save me.”

As they walked toward the building together, Professor Jin called out behind them, “Next time, Jungkook, bring popcorn. Your life is prime entertainment!”

And in the distance, across the field, Jungkook could swear he saw a tall figure in a long black coat watching him quietly from the administrative building.

Taehyung.

And he was calm and cold.

Jungkook again remembered what he did when he was in his headspace.

He was definitely going to find a way to melt Taehyung again.