The Art Teacher | Jikook ✓ | The Next Chapter

Asp!re: Our Main Rapper

Name: Lee Nam-gi
Age: 14
Hair color: Bleach blond (naturally dark brown)
Eye color: Dark brown, almost black (he has the darkest eyes of the group)
Position(s): Main rapper
Fertility-class: Beta

"Are you ready, Nam-gi?" Yong-gi asks, leaning in the door frame with his arms crossed. He looks concerned, brown eyes taking in my appearance.

I exhale as I look at the text message my parents sent me in our group chat before collapsing on the bed again. They're great parents and I'm happy that both of them are alive. Not all of my members are as lucky, but I do wish I could see them. "Yes, but my parents aren't in Ilsan right now, but they said I can come in two days."

The redhead approaches me on the bed and sits beside me. "Why don't you come stay with my family and me for those two days? Then we can either take you to your house or they could pick you up."

"Would you want me to stay with you?" I bite my lip. The thought is exciting and nerve wracking. Why that is is beyond me. Hell, we live together right now. But meeting his family feels weird. We've known each other for a while now, but he's only come over to my place while my parents were away.

I blush at the awkward memories.

Yong-gi runs his tongue along his bottom lip before his eyes look around before landing on me again. "Of course I want you to stay with me. Are you feeling okay?" He places his hand to my forehead.

My eyes fall closed and I hum. The pressure feels good. "I'm just stressed."

"Do you want to talk about it?" He massages my temples to help relieve the stress headache blossoming in my head.

"Being the second youngest, yet the main rapper is stressful. And the thing. Going home. Possibly going home with you. Debuting. I need to stop stressing myself out so much."

"It'd be nice to stop stressing, but all of those are valid feelings. But why are you stressed about coming to my place?"

I look at his pretty face, taking in each and every mark. "Because it's you."

He chuckles. "I'm the same as I've always been. My folks are good people too. They'd like you."

"You really think so?"

"I know so." Yong-gi kisses my forehead. "You need to take a break. Text your parents."

I scowl and shoot them a text before sitting up with a faint blush on my cheeks. "Don't tease me."

He leans back on his hands, watching me with a goofy grin. "I'm not teasing you. I'm just your boyf—"

"Shh." I cover his mouth with my hand. "Not everyone needs to know. We aren't even—we're just—" I bury my face in his chest. "Complicated."

"Calling you my friend with benefits except for sex is too long. I guess you're just 'shithead' then."

I punch him lightly. "Your shithead."

Yong-gi chuckles. "Weirdo."

Rolling my eyes, I lean in with red cheeks. "So what if I'm a weirdo?"

He kisses me. "Never said there was anything wrong with it, Tink."

I shove him when I feel a vibration and grin when I see the approval from my family. "Good news! I can stay with you for a few days!"

The redhead nods. "Need any help with anything?"

"No, I'm good. Thanks, Red." I hum and stand on my tiptoes to ruffle his hair. "I bet I'll be the first one to tell everyone goodbye and get into the car with Mr. Namjoon!"