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Chains of Ivy, Cages of Gold

Alpha (enigma in disguise) Jungkook x Omega Jimin
Mild fantasy elements, enemies to lovers, angst, enslaved alphas, omegas in power, Jimin tames "wild" alphas.
Currently: writing chapter 4 of 14

Jungkook snaps at Jimin like a wild beast as he reaches out to him, his teeth nearly catching the tips of Jimin’s fingers before he pulls back. Chains rattle around Jungkook’s ankles and scrape across the floor as he tries to lunge forward. They pull tight, yanking against the alpha and stopping him before he can reach Jimin.

The alpha crashes against the bars of his cage, teeth bared as he snarls at Jimin, who stares back, unblinking. His heart races inside his chest, though he tries not to show his fear. He should have been more careful, knowing what Jungkook is capable of. He’s already seen this alpha nearly take two fingers off of a guard.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Jimin says. “They just want me to find out if you can truly shift.”

“And what happens then?” Jungkook asks. The first time he’s actually said anything beyond snarls and growls. His voice is strangely soothing, awash with a sense of calm despite the wild anger in his eyes. He’s restrained in more ways than physically.

If Jimin had to make a guess, it’s Jungkook himself that keeps Jimin from being harmed more than the chains or the cage.

“What happens after you know?” Jungkook asks. “You keep me imprisoned, break my spirit, use me for your own needs and amusement, and then? Go ahead. Tell me what you’ve done to other alphas like me.”

“We’ve never seen any alphas like you,” Jimin says as he carefully approaches once more, this time with his arms crossed and all limbs far out of reach. Jungkook’s hands curl around the bars and clench until his knuckles turn white, no doubt longing for another chance to strike.

“So it’ll be even worse for me, then,” Jungkook says as Jimin begins to circle around the cage to observe him. Jungkook turns to follow his every move, locked onto Jimin like he’s prey. “I know who you are.”

If You're Looking for Faithful

Art Curator/Artist Jungkook x Con Artist/Professional Dom Jimin
Angst, BDSM, sub top JK/dom bottom JM, strangers to lovers, neurodivergent character, morally grey character, based in Vegas.
Currently: plotted & organized

“How do you prefer to be talked to in the bedroom?” Jimin asks.

“Depends on who I’m with.”

“Would you prefer,” Jimin runs his knuckles along Jungkook’s cheek, up to run his fingers through his hair again, “if I told you you’re my little toy and you’re going to let me use your cock however I want? Or if I said that I like it when you’re compliant and pretty for me when I’m riding you?”

Jungkook takes a deep breath, a surprising warmth pooling inside him as that last sentence settles into his very bones. It sounds so natural on Jimin’s tongue, his usual tone dropping lower, though his voice still follows its usual lyrical cadence. Still soft and soothing, but commanding.

Jungkook shifts again, legs crossing as he meets Jimin’s gaze. It seems to be enough of a sign for Jimin to realize he’s pushing all the right buttons.

“Both,” Jungkook says. “I guess people call what I’m into ‘affectionate degradation’. As long as you don’t let me forget I’m doing well and being good for you, I don’t really care what you say to me or call me,” he leans into Jimin’s touch, “just say it with a smile while stroking my face.”

There’s a long pause from Jimin as his breath hitches. His throat bobs as he watches Jungkook’s lips, his tongue darting across his own. There’s a heavy lust in his eyes, a restlessness in his body like it’s killing him to hold back and just talk like this. He’s just as eager as Jungkook.

“You are very pretty,” Jimin says. “Is this what you like? Being praised when you’re good for me but always being reminded that you’re still my fucking little toy to use as I please?”

“I think we both know the answer,” Jungkook says with a slight smile, a little playful as Jimin’s hand cups behind his neck. His thumb tucks beneath Jungkook’s chin and tilts it up, a hint of vexation in his eyes that Jungkook isn’t just telling him. It makes Jungkook lean in closer, already beginning to slip under Jimin’s spell.

“Tell me with your words, darling, or I can’t take this any further.”

Counting the Stitches, Pulling the Thread

Chef Jimin x Chef Jungkook
Angst, romance, humor, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, slice of life, found family, vers Jikook, based in NYC. Somewhat inspired by The Bear.
Currently: writing chapter 1 of 8

There’s an obscured view of Hoseok with a cigarette held to his lips, face scrunched up as he cackles at something. His smile drops as soon as he sees Jimin wrenching the back door open to step outside with them. Across from Hoseok is Yoongi, shoving his own cigarette back to his lips to silence his laughter. And then, seemingly without a care in the world, sitting atop a dumpster—which nearly makes Jimin gag at the thought of how filthy is must be—is a young man he’s never seen before.

Jeon Jungkook, according to Jihyun. He looks rough and tired, like he hasn’t slept in weeks. Dark circles hang like half-moons under his eyes, his long hair pulled halfway into a ponytail while the rest of it hangs lazily along the back of his neck. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to show off tattoos that cover most of his arms, an uncountable number of bracelets hang around his wrists, and the thin chain of a necklace decorates his throat, the rest of it tucked beneath his shirt so Jimin can’t actually see what the necklace is.

He looks like the worst type of guy imaginable. If Jimin had met him back in California instead, Jungkook would be wearing a puka shell necklace and spending 99% of his days on the beach. Jimin eats guys like this for breakfast.

“Why the fuck is no one in the kitchen?” Jimin asks, his hand gripping the edge of the door until his knuckles turn white. It’s all he can do to not drag every one of these guys back inside and chain them to their stations to make them work.

Jungkook takes a long drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke billow out as he says, “There’s no one eating in the restaurant. Who would we be cooking for?”

“Lunch is coming up,” Jimin fires back, his temper flaring and jaw tightening until it pops. “You should be in there prepping so we don’t fall behind when customers start coming in.”

Jungkook swings his legs where they dangle off the dumpster, letting the backs of his shoes bang back against the metal, and he laughs. It’s cold and bitter and there isn’t even a hint of a smile on his face. “Yeah, I’m sure we’re gonna be slammed,” he says, his sarcasm so palpable that it makes Jimin twitch.

“Slammed or not, you’re here to do a job and you’re getting paid for it. If you don’t want to do that job, go home and stop wasting space.” Jimin pushes the door open farther as a silent sign for them to get moving. “It won’t exactly be difficult for me to replace any one of you.”

There’s a long pause and some glances between the three cooks, Hoseok and Yoongi looking mildly amused, and Jungkook still smug. He stares at Jimin without ever budging or blinking, still sucking on his cigarette like the giant baby he is, sitting with a deadly pacifier in his mouth. After a moment, he looks down to shake some ash off the tip of the cigarette, then takes another drag and blows out a perfect ring in Jimin’s direction.

“I see why you guys warned me about him now,” Jungkook says as he hops off the dumpster. Hoseok and Yoongi both look at him like they want to strangle him for throwing them under the bus.

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