Omega for Hire | Jikook ✓

Chapter 19: My Muse

Jimin

Checking my watch for the umpteenth time today in my office, I pout.

Things have been better since my birthday and rut. Jungkook and I have been getting along pretty much the same as when we weren't together, this time, with more intimacy. It makes me happy, since I've always believed the best relationships are those born out of friendship. If you can't call your significant other your best friend as well, is there really anything so significant about them?

At work, I've been feeling better too. Since Jungkook's little blow up on my grandmother, I have felt freer to be myself. I don't feel nervous about the blond hue to my hair, nor do I feel the need to be careful when it comes to accessorizing. I wear my rings, earrings, and my pretty bunny necklace proudly. I no longer feel like I'm some sort of super hero, forced to live a double life. I can finally be me in all that I am. I only wish time would go faster today.

"Is there somewhere you'd rather be?" a teasing voice asks.

Blushing, I face my  grandmother. "I-It's not that I don't love my job. I just... tonight is the night of our university's art showcase. Jungkook is an art major and he's absolutely amazing. But recently, he's been really private and secretive when it comes to his work. He hides in his room to work and if I ever get close, he slams his sketchbook shut. Whenever I ask about it, he says that my 'Minie privilege doesn't apply here.'" I chuckle. "So I want to see what it is that he's hiding."

She nods, tapping her chin in thought. "Would it be possible for me to attend?"

I ponder the question. It's open to anyone, but I don't know. Why does she want to come?

With a sigh, she sits on the couch in her office and pats beside her. "Come sit, Mimi."

Despite the anxiety brewing in my chest, I do as I'm told, exhaling shakily. She sets a hand on my thigh and smiles at me.

"Jungkook makes you really happy and that makes me really happy—omega or not. It's Jungkook you love, not just some omega side to him. You love him for him. I've realized that I haven't really seen much of him, or you either. Since you two left, I've been going over what he said. He compared me to this 'them,' saying I don't support you and put you in a box. I started to realize that he also dealt with the same thing, though I'm not sure if he keeps in touch with his family."

"He doesn't," I confess. "Jungkook's family didn't want him to really go to college at all. But they definitely were against him going into art. He came here all on his own. Things were so hard for him, his first semester. He'd cry to me, asking if he made the right choice. He even thought about dropping out a few times. But with this, it'll show that he's halfway there and if he could go on this long without them, he can keep going."

My grandmother frowns. "Well, he's my grand baby too. So I want to see him. Would you let me attend with you?"

"Sure. The more the merrier, right? We'll just have to wait until it's time and then I have something to pick up from our apartment."

"How about we leave now?" She stands up. "We can prepare early.  I have some ideas too. It's just one day. Jungkook deserves it. He's a future Park, afterall, of course, if he wishes to take your name."

I blush, thanking her as I gather my stuff, thinking about it. The thought alone is enough to make my scent sweeten.

Park Jungkook.

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"Wow, the art here is really good," Grandmother says as we enter the building where the showcase is. She adjusts her purse and smiles. "To think they do this twice a year. These artists truly are diligent workers."