Hey_Peach
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Jeongguk wakes up to a series of messages ringing through on his phone, one after another, so many that he can’t just ignore them and keep sleeping. They’re from the guy who lives in the dorm room next door.
[Hey, man.]
[There’s a weird guy sleeping outside your door. Thought you’d wanna know. He’s hung up a bunch of strange paintings.]
[You might wanna sort that out before one of the security guards sees. Also I don’t know what he’s been smoking, but the hallway smells really strong like herbs.]
[Anyway I’m off to class.]
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Jeongguk sits bolt upright in his bed when he sees the photo of Jimin curled up asleep in front of his door. He looks like he’s been busy, sheets of paper surrounding him covered in symbols and scrawled in ink.
“Jimin what the hell?!”
He flops back down on his bed with a groan, throwing an arm over his face.
It is way too early for this.
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Jungkook doesn’t believe in magic until he meets Jimin.
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20 Sep 2026
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Beginnings Come with the Tide by Most_Ardently_J for Bichoo
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
04 Jun 2025
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Jungkook swore it.
This one would be the last. The last caretaker his parents forced on him, the last stranger sent to fix what couldn’t be fixed—not after the accident that shattered his body and his pride. He swore it because he didn’t need anyone, didn’t want anyone, and he’d prove it again.
He swears it still when Park Jimin walks in—a sharp-tongued Omega with a fire in his eyes, a voice that cuts, and zero tolerance for Jungkook’s bitter grumbling.
He swears it less and less as the days stretch into nights, as the scent of ocean breeze and amber tears through his routines, and Jimin’s biting wit and pointed critiques of privilege and Alphas leave him furious, unsettled, and dangerously alive.
And soon enough, Jungkook isn’t swearing at all anymore. Because all that matters is the way Jimin’s fingers linger on the edge of a book as he reads, the way he hums under his breath when he’s focused, and the way his blond hair glows, not just in the light, but in Jungkook’s every thought.
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19 Sep 2026
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This isn’t a PORNO.
This is a licensed, regulated, PURELY PROFESSIONAL, clinical breeding demonstration for the express purpose of showing medical students how alpha-omega pairs procreate.
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Med students, omega Jimin and alpha Jungkook, both volunteer to simulate a breeding in front of their professors and med-school peers. But simulate is a slippery word.
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18 Sep 2026
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“I read the guide,” Jungkook muttered, insulted. “I even tried thinking about boobs and thighs and like, whatever. It just buzzed a little and then gave up.”
“Damn,” Jimin said, biting back another smile. “You couldn’t even get the AI hard.”
“Do you want me to die?”
Jimin tilted his head. “Nah. This is more fun.”
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Jimin and Jungkook, longtime roommates and “totally straight” close friends, have a yearly tradition of one-upping each other with chaotic stocking stuffer gag gifts. Last year, Jungkook won with a corn-shaped dildo engraved with “country girls make do”, leaving Jimin stunned and humbled.
But this year? Jimin’s not playing fair. He’s got a secret weapon: a top-tier AI-driven, brainwave-synced masturbator his company just finished developing. A prototype designed to read your dirtiest fantasies and milk you accordingly.
Naturally, he drops it into Jungkook’s stocking.
Because nothing says “Merry Christmas” like forcing your straight roommate into a sexual identity crisis.
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11 Sep 2026
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And then, beneath the noise, a voice cut in for the first time.
“…nice save.”
Two words.
They didn’t come with a laugh or a virtual pat on the back. They came like a measured verdict from someone who didn’t speak unless he meant to. The tone flowed perfectly into Jimin’s ears with no static, or any rush to continue to the next game. The voice was just even warmth shaped into consonants, the kind of baritone that warms in your chest before your head can even realize just how attractive it is.
Jimin’s brain silenced like a headshot.
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Jimin never thought a voice could ruin him. But gldn_jjk’s voice isn’t just any voice—it’s low, steady, and alpha through and through, slipping under Jimin’s skin until every late-night call feels like a confession.
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11 Sep 2026