The Art Teacher | Jikook ✓ | The Next Chapter

Asp!re: Our Lovely Leader

Name: Park Ki-moon
Age: 16
Hair color: Light brunet (naturally dark brown)
Eye color: Light brown (he has the lightest eyes of the group)
Position(s): Leader, main dancer, lead vocalist
Fertility-class: Omega

-Two years ago-

I pull my hood over my head as I walk around the cold streets of Busan. My hands stuff themselves in my pockets and my eyes take in my surroundings as I act like I have a place to be.

As I pass unsuspecting people on the streets, I swipe whatever I can, going as quickly as possible. Today has been a bust and I don't even have enough money for a simple thing to eat from a convenience store.

Sighing, I run my fingers through my dark brown hair, my stomach growling and twisting in pain. Tears prick at my eyes, but I swallow the discomfort down. As a young omega on the streets, I must maintain a sense of strength or else I'll be taken advantage of.

My eyes land on a guy who looks to be in his early twenties, his hair a soft blond and a phone raised to his ear. He's dressed in a suit and black mask.

Food.

Whistling, I push past him, successfully snatching his wallet before a hand wraps tightly around my wrist.

"What do you think you're doing?"

I whimper, looking into red eyes.

Alpha.

Deciding to change my tactic, I bite my lip. "I'm lonely."

His eyes narrow at me. "You're a child. What are you doing?" He looks around. "You shouldn't do that. You don't have scent suppressants either. What if someone did something inappropriate?"

I look at the ground. "I'm sorry. I'm just hungry."

He exhales. "Where are your parents?"

"Gone." My eyes turn red.

The blond's lips form a frown and he gently retrieves his wallet. "Were you abandoned?"

"It's none of your business."

"Do you want food or not?"

I blink. "You'll get me food?"

"Yes." His hand moves from my wrist to intertwine with my hand.

My face warms up and let him lead the way to where he has his car parked. He opens the door for me and I climb in.

"How old are you? What's your name?"

"Fourteen." I bite my lip. "My name is Kim Ki-moon."

He holds his hand out. "Jeon Jungkook, twenty-one."

I shake his hand, feeling fuzzy. "Thank you for not hurting me... at least right away." I mess with my hair since he could be taking me to a second location to do anything. He is pretty though. I wonder if I could have a mate like him.

Jungkook drives toward a set location, talking to me the whole way and asking me almost everything there is to know about me.

Exhaling, I hug myself. "My dad tried to attack me when I went into my first heat. So I ran away."

The blond's eyes glow red. "Disgusting. You're a kid."

I pout. "I'm not a kid."

"Yes, you are. There's nothing wrong with that. No grown adult should make advances on you. You are off limits until eighteen. It's illegal. This isn't fifty years ago. Grown-ass adults don't have any right to you because you're an omega. The only person who has any right to your body is you. You don't exist as some sexual object. You're a person, Ki-moon."