The Art Teacher | Jikook ✓ | The Next Chapter

Chapter 18: The Break

Jungkook

I watch as the blond brushes his teeth in my bathroom. The simple act fills me with warm feelings in my stomach and feels so domestic despite it just being a friendly gesture.

We go on dates, we cuddle, we talk. It feels like we're diet dating and that just one gentle push could change the dynamic of our actions.

Jimin runs his fingers through his hair as he checks his appearance in the mirror and I continue to half lay-half sit in the bed, entranced by any bit of skin the blond has on display. He's simply wearing a baggy, cropped hoodie and a pair of my sweatpants, but I can't help but find him godlike in appearance.

"Are you gonna sleep or are you just gonna wait for me?" The blond asks, amusement lacing his teases.

I watch him as he climbs into bed next to me and lies down comfortably.

"You need to take a break, Kookie."

"No, I just had one with Ki-moon."

The blond shakes his head. "You need a break where you aren't taking care of something or someone. Let loose and let your assistant assist you."

Exhaling, I lie down on my side so I'm facing the omega. "You do more than enough. I'm fine."

"I'll be Nanny Minnie."

"No." I chuckle, resting my head on his shoulder.

He plays with my hair absently. "Let me relax you."

"You already have relaxed me. I'm tame." I look at his exposed stomach before biting my lip.

"Can... Can I touch your stomach?"

"If you want, sure." Jimin closes his eyes as I rest my palm on his warm skin and fan my fingers out.

I blush as I feel his stomach rise and fall with his chest. "It's amazing."

"What is?"

"The fact that you have the ability to make life." I rub his stomach fondly. "Mini Minnie."

He places one of his small hands over mine and turns his head so he's looking dead at me. "There's no one in here, Jungkook."

"There's promise and potential. I don't know. I just think it's really amazing. The fact that it's natural is so hard for me to wrap my head around. It just seems like magic. The fact that for example, Joon and Jin made a baby is mind boggling. There is a human growing inside of Jin. Well, it's not a human yet, but you know."

Jimin moves my hair behind my ear with his free hand. "He told you?"

"Mhm, he said to keep it a secret, but he told me he already told you, so I was glad to mention it."

He continues to pet me before cupping my face. "You're really cute, Kookie."

I blush as his fingers move to my lips. Jimin slowly turns on his side so he's facing me, placing my hand on his waist. His eyes are too much to look at, so I close my eyes.

Jimin presses his lips to my forehead for the second time today and my grip on his waist tightens.

"Take a break with me, Jungkook," he whispers, breath fanning across my face.

My eyes open and I hug the blond. "Let's just sleep."

"Jeon Jungkook, you need a break."

"No, I don't. I have a lot of stuff to do."

"Other people can handle it."

"You just want off."

He chuckles. "Is that so bad?"

I bury my nose in his scent gland. "I like going to work with you. The summer is nearing its end and you're going to get a new job because who wouldn't want you as an art teacher? Then I won't see you anymore. So I just want to have all the time I can with you."

Jimin pulls away from me. "You're so cute."

"Why?" I scowl, missing his smell.

"Because, you act like the end of my time here will be the end of my time with you. Hell, I'm sleeping with my boss. I'm not going anywhere."

I blush and swallow. "You're the one to ask. You're allowed to say no or not ask. I would have been fine at work. I'm not—I'm your boss, but—don't have to," I exasperate.

Jimin laughs. "You gave me a raise before I cuddled you. Jungkook, I'm just messing with you. I know you wouldn't use your position of power against me. I doubt you've dated anyone you work with before."

"No, I haven't."

"Have you ever wanted to?"

"It doesn't matter what I want."

Jimin's eyes widen. "What do you mean it doesn't matter what you want? Why? That makes no sense. You're Jeon Jungkook. You wanted to be treated fairly and for others to be treated fairly in the idol industry, so you fucking started your own company and made it happen! What you want is wonderful and when you actualize it, it's something to behold. The company, Asp!re... everything you touch turns to gold, so it makes sense why you named it such."

I blush. "Y-Yeah, well, I'm not gonna go touching my employees, Jimin."

"Well, of course not! But if you want something, there is a happy medium between ignoring it and forcefully taking it." Jimin pokes my forehead. "What do you want?"

"To not be alone."

"What else?"

"For the boys to be happy."

Jimin's eyes grow fond before he shakes it off. "No! This is about you! What do you want?"

I'm transported back to the dinner table with Ki-moon and my eyes start to water and tears slip down my face within seconds.

"What I want doesn't matter. I have everything I need, Jimin." I smile through the tears.

He wipes my eyes. "You're allowed to want things. You're allowed to pursue relationships if you want. I know you're scared of taking advantage of people or Dispatch finding out, but fuck that! You, Jeon Jungkook, deserve nothing but immense happiness. You're too sweet. All I've seen from you is helping others. How about you help yourself for once?"

The blond uses his sweater paws to continue to wipe my tears.

"I hate seeing you cry, but I'm glad you feel comfortable emoting in front of me." He presses his lips to the top of my head as I continue to cry. "It's okay to cry. Let it all out."

A choked sob escapes me and I bury myself into him. He hums gently, rubbing my back as I cry out my feelings. When I'm finished, he silently cleans me up and rests his forehead against mine.

"Feeling better now, Jungkookie?"

"Mhm." I exhale as he cups my face, his hands warming me up. Our faces are beyond close and I feel myself waver as I look between Jimin's pretty eyes and beckoning lips.

Jimin smiles gently. "Since you won't tell me what you want, can I tell you what I want?" He asks, our faces even closer now.

My breath hitches. He's so close that I can feel the warmth radiating off his lips.

What I really want is you.

"Yes," I whisper.

"I want you to turn me to gold."

Author's Note: He confessed. What do you think Jimin meant?

What do you think of the story so far?

Make sure to take care and love yourself as best as you can.

With lots of love,

-BBM