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Chapter 10: Unreachable Role Model

Jungkook

Even though it's a Friday night and the night is young, I sit alone on the couch, clad in nothing more than underwear, socks, and gray sweatpants as I move my pencil across the page.

Sitting alone doing homework that won't be due for a long time isn't exactly on brand for me, but I'm hoping it'll at least calm me down a bit.

I can't help but think about my meeting with Jimin's grandmother while I attempt to sketch out my piece for my assignment prompt, 'my role model.' It's been on the syllabus from the beginning and despite it being due as a final, I have been working on it from the very beginning, trashing countless iterations. Something about it is so hard. Drawing people is hard. Drawing your role model is harder.

My eyes rake over the headshot and I sigh, feeling overwhelmed.

"Why am I so shit?"

"You should see his art sometime too. It's amazing. He's shy about me seeing it sometimes, but everything I'm allowed to see has been worthy of a museum."

"You aren't wasting your time. I've never seen art as amazing as yours. Just because art is your major means nothing. It's spectacular. You're spectacular. When I said everything I've seen of yours belongs in a museum, that wasn't me acting. That was just me."

A tear slides down my face, leaving a depressed droplet on the page. It causes the pencil strokes to grow aggravated, the lead blowing out in spiderwebs around the damp spot.

I sigh, my breath shaky.

With a trembling finger, I trace the details of their face.

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~2 years ago

"I-I want to go to college," I choke out with quivering vocals.

My father eyes me, his nose slightly upturned. "College? Why?"

Playing with my fingers, I bite my lip. "A-Art is my passion... and I want to do it for a job. I want to learn. I want to go to college, learn, experience new things, be on my own..."

He scoffs. "For art of all things? What a waste of my money. I won't fund it."

"Well... I don't need it."

Hands slam on the table and I shrink, eyes burning.

"Don't need it? And why the fuck is that, huh? What can your useless, scrawny-ass omega self do, hmm? You a bread winner now? Are you some big man? Strong? Able to take care of yourself?"

"I have scholarships. I got into a good university."

He scoffs, eyes red. "And what will you do about food? Housing?"

"Well, I can cook... get a job..."

"What you need is an alpha." My father scoffs. "You've never worked a day in your life. All you can do is cook and clean. What are you going to do, be a maid and seduce your way into money? Mate rich? I suppose that's all your whore-ass can do."

My eyes widen at the utterance of the word whore. Never before have I even spared anyone so much as a glance in order to preserve my virginity, my purity. "I-I wouldn't do that. You raised me better."

"You just want to whore around in college. Wanna get with a professor?"

I shake my head violently, a headache forming. "Never. I swear, it's just about my studies. I want to make a name for myself. I want to find myself rather than a ma—"