omega verse with size kink, heat and knotting. jonghyun is a dangerous and respected man, so when he sees something he likes - specifically a beautiful, feline-eyed boy - he takes it without question. (dub-con is okay, but no non-con please.)
^ For anyone who isn't sure what Omegaverse is: (http://fanlore.org/wiki/Alpha/Beta/Omega). There are tons of omegaverse stories in the Supernatural and Sherlock fandoms, but I've never actually seen any for Kpop yet.
Speak of the Tiger (Omegaverse!Jongkey with side Onho) 1a/?dubu_dubuMay 25 2012, 05:23:01 UTC
Not sure if I'll be able to deliver everything you want, op, but I'll give it a try. I originally didn't want to write any omegaverse fic because I thought it would be too similar to something else I'm working on. However, the plot bunny got me hard.
This will be long (it's the only way I do things), so please bear with me on the world-building.
Also, no, there is no tiger fucking in this story. The title refers to the Korean proverb, "Speak of the tiger and it will come". So basically the Korean version of "speak of the devil".
Lastly, this is unbeta'd so advance apologies for spelling and grammar mistakes.
PART IKibum is nine years old when he first encounters a collared omega
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Speak of the Tiger (Omegaverse!Jongkey with side Onho) 1b/?dubu_dubuMay 25 2012, 05:28:13 UTC
The young man passes Kibum and his mother on the way up to the check-out counter. As he brushes by, Kibum feels his mother’s fingers dig slightly into his shoulder. Kibum looks up and sees the light catch on something around the boy’s neck.
It’s a thin strip of metal no wider than Kibum's littlest finger. The battered metal band is a faded dark red, the color of wilted roses. There’s an engraving on the side.
Ω 80-98-EThe man cuts into the front of the line, unceremoniously plunking his two bottles on the counter. To Kibum’s surprise, neither his mother or the young woman in front of them protest the sudden intrusion. It’s like they’re both making a concentrated effort to avoid interacting with him
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Speak of the Tiger (Omegaverse!Jongkey with side Onho) 1c/?dubu_dubuMay 25 2012, 07:41:15 UTC
That’s his father voice. His mother uncovers his eyes just in time for him to see his father striding into the store and over to the commotion at the counter. In one swift motion, he pulls off the man in the suit
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Oh my god. I am so pumped to see this being prompt filled!! I love omegaverse fics and yours looks like it's going to be epic in the best of ways. 8'D This is off to an amazing start. Can't wait for more!!
Speak of the Tiger (Omegaverse!Jongkey with side Onho) 1e/?dubu_dubuMay 26 2012, 14:00:56 UTC
After a few months, the tests finally come to an end. However, just as he thinks they’re going to get a break from all the tedium, he and his classmates are put into smaller groups split by gender and then herded off into separate rooms to begin the second stage of the course
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Speak of the Tiger (Omegaverse!Jongkey with side Onho) 1f/?dubu_dubuMay 26 2012, 14:57:42 UTC
Soon, his budding interest spreads to other parts of the apartment as his paintings infiltrate the walls of the living room, the kitchen, his parents’ bedroom. His father even hangs a large portrait Kibum paints of Mindy in his office because it makes him laugh every time a client asks him why his family’s cat is pea green.
The only space that remains free of Kibum’s paintings is his own bedroom, which he dedicates to artists and artworks that catch his eye. Postcards of Cezanne’s still lifes and Jasper Johns’s collages slowly speckle the area above his desk. He robs his father printer of all its ink the day he discovers Odilon Redon, whose pastels he plasters all over his closet doors, the images like teardrops collected from a weeping rainbow. A large poster Franz Marc’s Tiger hovers above his bed, greeting everyone who enters with its stern, cryptic yellow eye. He tacks a reproduction of De Kooning’s Woman I but takes it down the very next day after he has nightmares of being eviscerated by unseen forces
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This will be long (it's the only way I do things), so please bear with me on the world-building.
Also, no, there is no tiger fucking in this story. The title refers to the Korean proverb, "Speak of the tiger and it will come". So basically the Korean version of "speak of the devil".
Lastly, this is unbeta'd so advance apologies for spelling and grammar mistakes.
PART IKibum is nine years old when he first encounters a collared omega ( ... )
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It’s a thin strip of metal no wider than Kibum's littlest finger. The battered metal band is a faded dark red, the color of wilted roses. There’s an engraving on the side.
Ω 80-98-EThe man cuts into the front of the line, unceremoniously plunking his two bottles on the counter. To Kibum’s surprise, neither his mother or the young woman in front of them protest the sudden intrusion. It’s like they’re both making a concentrated effort to avoid interacting with him ( ... )
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“And then.” He pauses for dramatic effect. “My dad uses the word.”
Taemin frowns. “What word?”
“You know,” he urges, “the bad one.Taemin continues to stare at him blankly ( ... )
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The only space that remains free of Kibum’s paintings is his own bedroom, which he dedicates to artists and artworks that catch his eye. Postcards of Cezanne’s still lifes and Jasper Johns’s collages slowly speckle the area above his desk. He robs his father printer of all its ink the day he discovers Odilon Redon, whose pastels he plasters all over his closet doors, the images like teardrops collected from a weeping rainbow. A large poster Franz Marc’s Tiger hovers above his bed, greeting everyone who enters with its stern, cryptic yellow eye. He tacks a reproduction of De Kooning’s Woman I but takes it down the very next day after he has nightmares of being eviscerated by unseen forces ( ... )
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