Velvet Chains(Enigma X Enigma)
Bite the Bait
It was well past midnight, and the city pulsed like a beast in heat—sweat, neon, blood, and secrets. Taehyung stood at the edge of a rooftop, wind teasing his coat as he watched the chaos below, trying to silence the storm within.
Jungkook had found him.
And yet, he hadn’t dragged him back in chains. Not yet. That was worse—because Jungkook never did anything without a reason.
Kim Taehyung
He’s playing a game.
(Taehyung muttered, tossing the empty lollipop stick into the air.)
And I’m the prize.
He couldn’t afford to lose control. Not when his second gender was a secret the world wasn’t meant to know.
Not when he was an Enigma Omega!!!
Across town, in a dimly lit private bar where only the elite dared to breathe, Park Jimin sipped on a crystal glass of something dangerous. His pheromones were muted, but still laced the air like poisoned perfume. He sat curled into the booth like a feline, dressed in silk and sin, eyes on the man across from him.
Park Jimin
You’re quiet tonight, Yoongi-hyung.
Min Yoongi, Alpha, underworld tactician, didn’t lift his gaze from the data tablet in front of him.
Min Yoongi
Taehyung reappeared. Jungkook didn’t bring him in.
Park Jimin
(Jimin tilted his head, golden hair falling into one eye.)
So he’s slipping?
Min Yoongi
(Yoongi finally looked up.)
No. He’s waiting.
Park Jimin
(Jimin’s smile turned sharp.)
Isn’t that what snakes do before they strike?
Min Yoongi
(There was a pause. Yoongi leaned back, unreadable.)
And what do Omegas do?
Park Jimin
(Jimin leaned in, his voice honeyed.)
The smart ones? We bite first.
Meanwhile, Taehyung moved through the ruins of an abandoned metro tunnel, invisible under the hum of broken city lights. This was his escape route, mapped years ago when he’d first broken from Jungkook’s control. A place no Alpha could scent, no tracker could trace.
But Jungkook wasn’t just an Alpha.
He was something else. Like him.
An Enigma Alpha—unchained by scent, immune to suppression, built for chaos.
That’s why their bond had always been dangerous.
Because Enigmas weren’t meant to be together.
Later that night, Taehyung broke into a safehouse hidden beneath an antique bookstore. Dust cloaked the room, the air thick with memory. He dropped his gear, peeled off his jacket, and stared at himself in the mirror.
His scent suppressants were wearing thin.
He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the faint ridges of faded scars—marks from Jungkook’s control, from their war-torn past. And yet, beneath them, something primal stirred.
His reflection’s pupils dilated.
Something in him wanted to be found.
A low buzz made him turn sharply.
The monitor flickered to life.
Encrypted transmission. No ID.
But he knew the voice the moment it came through.
Jeon Jungkook
Run all you want, Tae. But we both know you’ll circle back to me eventually.
(Jungkook’s voice was velvet and venom.)
Enigmas aren’t meant to hide.
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung leaned close to the mic, lips curling.)
Kim Taehyung
I’m not hiding. I’m choosing.
Jeon Jungkook
And what are you choosing now?
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung smirked.)
War.
Back in his penthouse, Jungkook stared at the blank screen long after the feed died. His jaw was tight. His chest burned—not with Alpha rage, but something older. Wilder.
He didn’t want to mate him.
He wanted to own him.
Jeon Jungkook
And if Taehyung wants a war?
Then Jungkook would burn the world just to hold his ashes.
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