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There's a new Tuesday night regular at the ice skating rink Jungkook works at. He might be a little obsessed.
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Call you on the phone, need you on the other side.
But he hadn't been. Not for months. And when he'd finally finished his promotions and called, Jungkook hadn't picked up. Nor the time after. A half-formed thought in his head telling him: he was busy too, he didn't have time either.
But the difference was that Jimin never seemed to feel the resentment that he had, at being made an option. When they saw each other at the studio, he still fussed over Jungkook, telling him to eat well, to not drink so much, to rest when he could. Not that he couldn't possibly be so busy that he didn't have the time for a phone call. For a drink. To show up at his door and demand his place.
And Jungkook, who hated being pushed, hated being burdened with unmet expectations, found he hated this more.
(Or: Jungkook, Jimin, AYS, the military, the comeback, and the house down the road from real love.)
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Jimin watched his pack burn in front of his eyes. He was never meant to survive this long: a feral omega alone in the wasteland, clinging to heat suppressants and fading memories.
When he’s captured and dragged into the fortress of a notorious alpha omega collector and warlord, Jimin expects chains. Instead, Jeongguk gives him a clean bed, hot food, and a locked door that only opens when he decides. He says it’s for Jimin’s protection. He says he only wants to take care of him.
He lies.
Stripped of his suppressants and burning through a forced heat, Jimin is faced with a brutal truth: Jeongguk wants him. Not to bond. Not to love. To own. To break. To make his.
And worst of all… Jimin isn’t sure he wants to stop him. -
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Dark-inked arms once so formidable now trembled as they enfolded Jimin’s waist. Lines of age furrowed Jeongguk’s brow, any alpha, even those who claim to be the righteous ones, would’ve surrendered to their nature with so much ease, yet Jeongguk would sooner lay down his life than to see his omega in pain.
And for that reason alone, Jimin longed to surrender. Let this frail and starved mortal have him. Let this man– his man– claim him as he willed. Had Jeongguk not worshipped him, body and soul, like Jimin was a God?
Let him be the generous deity now, who would want nothing but to bless this poor, ever-pious, mortal. Jimin would let Jeongguk have him. He would. He’s going to.
As if he’d read Jimin’s resolute decision, Jeongguk murmured, “You don’t know what you’re agreeing to.”
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jeongguk's rut does not coincide with jimin's heat, and he refuses to spend it with him
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- Part 2 of let them grumble
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“Do you even love him?” Jimin asked her after a long, agonizing, tensed silence.
"You don't love emperors, Jimin," she said grimly. "You give them your body, your time, and even your child, but you don't give them your love. Just like how we are not made to wear crowns, kings and queens are not made to be loved."
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The one where Park Jimin was thrown to the Emperor's lion den as a sacrifice in his family's game of power and ambition.
this fic is being edited and revised (mainly for grammar), one chapter at a time (7/18). new update!
Series
- Part 1 of let them grumble