Velvet Chains(Enigma X Enigma) The Echo of Heat

Taehyung didn’t sleep. Not because he couldn’t. Because he didn’t trust the silence.

It was too still, like the calm before a bomb detonates—slow, deceptive, inevitable. He sat in the dark, back pressed to cold concrete, a chocolate lollipop in his mouth, melting bitter and sweet across his tongue.

Kim Taehyung

His body still ached from suppressants wearing off. He needed more, but the stash was running low.

*You’ll circle back to me eventually.*

Jungkook’s words echoed louder than the silence. That voice—low, rich, threaded with possession—had once made his knees weak. Now it just made his skin crawl… or maybe burn. He couldn’t tell the difference anymore.

Kim Taehyung

(His pheromones were flaring, subtle, but not invisible.)

Enigma Omegas didn’t go into heats like regular ones. They radiated desire like a curse—silent, sharp, intoxicating—and the wrong Alpha would go feral if exposed too long.

And Jungkook? He wasn’t the wrong Alpha. He was the one his body wanted. Which made him the most dangerous of all.

Across the city, the temperature dropped inside a private surveillance suite where Yoongi reviewed satellite footage of movement near the black zone—the same tunnel Taehyung had used to vanish.

Jimin leaned over the table beside him, biting into a red grape like it held secrets.

Park Jimin

*imagine ....imagine*

Park Jimin

You’re obsessed. (he murmured, watching Yoongi’s eyes track the footage.)

Min Yoongi

I’m thorough.

Park Jimin

You’re brooding.

Min Yoongi

I’m working.

Park Jimin

You’re hot when you pretend you’re not affected.

Min Yoongi

(Yoongi didn’t blink.) Aren’t you supposed to be tracking the broker?

Park Jimin

(Jimin twirled a pen between his fingers, bored and beautiful.) I already found him. He was in my bed last night.

Yoongi turned to look at him, slow and unimpressed.

Park Jimin

I extracted everything he knew.

Min Yoongi

And you let him live?

Park Jimin

(Jimin licked juice off his bottom lip with a wink.) I said I found him. Didn’t say I left him breathing.

For a moment, there was silence. Then Yoongi’s lips curved, just slightly.

Min Yoongi

You’re dangerous.

Park Jimin

I’m an Omega. ( Jimin purred, stepping closer until their chests nearly touched.) Not a doll.

Min Yoongi

(Yoongi met his gaze, unflinching.) I never said you were.

Their eyes locked like opposing storms—one quiet and cold, the other burning bright. The tension crackled between them like static. And neither moved.

Meanwhile, Taehyung stood on a balcony of an abandoned high-rise, overlooking a district that hadn’t slept in years. Every instinct told him to run again—but he didn’t. Because he’d just felt something shift in the air.

A presence. No footsteps. No scent. But still… there.

A low voice broke the silence from the shadows behind him.