The Package || Jinkook

Chapter 4

"Yoosung"

"Present"

"Taehyung"

"Present"

"Nisung"

"Present"

"Alright class, let's begin today's less-"

"Sir..." Jungkook's hand shoots into the air and shakes to get Jin's attention.

"Don't interrupt me Jungkook" Jin turns around and picks up a stick of chalk to begin scribbling words onto the blackboard.

"But you forgot to call my name" Jungkook speaks out of turn, touching his chest to signify the importance of the situation. Jin rolls his eyes before turning around and glaring at the boy. 

"I know you're here Jeon Jungkook, if I have to say your name again I'm sending you out of my classroom is that understood?" Jungkook's eyes appear sullen as he hangs his head and silences himself. Jin bites his lip in guilt but continues to write notes on the board for his students to copy.

He hates having to assert his authority on Jungkook; he's always been playful and cool around the younger male and even let him slide a couple of times when he acted up in class. This time, however, he can't control his frustrations with the boy. He's upset that he made him admit that he's gay, he's upset that he found his package, he's upset that his secret is out. No one knew that he was gay; not Yoongi, not his parent's, none of his neighbors. But now, Jungkook knows. 

"Today we will be talking about Walt Whitman, an American poet who was a male nurse during the American Civil War. He is well known for his homoerotic passages in Calamus and..." Jin goes on with the lesson and the people in the classroom begin to shuffle about in their seats as they ignore the lesson. Jungkook takes organized notes and listens to every word. Disappointing his hyung wasn't an option and now he had to make sure that he strayed away from angering the male further.

He didn't mean to search for answers so adamantly. His curiosity had gotten the best of him and he didn't think that Jin would get offended by the questions. When he admitted that he was gay he was taken aback but not surprised. He had never seen the man with a female before, never even seen him look at one. He had always thought that maybe Jin was shy around girls or just didn't want to be in a relationship but he was just trying to hide himself in a society that's less than accepting.

"Seokjin hyung" Jungkook whispers when class is finally over. Jungkook is the only student that refers to him as hyung, others calling him sunsangnim out of respect. Jin looks up from the papers on his desks and watches Jungkook scratch at the back of his neck nervously. For the first time Jin's eyes train on the skin of the boy's neck, sheen glistening on the porcelain due to the lack of air conditioning in the building today. He blinks and behind his eyes a shirtless Jungkook appears.

Shaking his head he taps the stack of scattered papers against his desk to align it, making himself seem busy.

"Yes Jungkook." Jin mutters, trying hard to avoid eye contact. Damn him for coming out of his room without his clothing. The image flits through his mind angrily, like his thoughts were plotting against him. Never in the span of 3 years has the thought ever come to his mind that Jungkook was attractive.

"Yoongi hyung wanted to know if you could give me a ride to the grocery store. He's craving jjigae and we don't have any of the ingredients," Jin perks up, sitting straight in his seat and turning to front the boy.

"He's getting out late again? What kind does he want? I can help you make it if you want." Jungkook's eyebrows raises at the sudden burst of enthusiasm from the older man. Cooking was always something that made Jin forget anything and everything.

"I think he just wants something warm that isn't microwaved." Jungkook digs the tip of his high top Converse against the white tiled floor while Jin scribbles down a quick list of what they'll need. Jungkook gazes intently at the pen scrawling across the page, a tight grip evident against the boy's pale hand, blue and green veins dancing with the movement of the pen. The pen is replaced by a certain pink device and he blinks rapidly to get the image out his his head.

"I'm gonna be late to my next class, I'll see you in the parking lot around 5! Bye!" Jungkook storms out of the classroom, leaving Jin dumbfounded. 

A couple feet from the door, Jungkook stops to observe his heartbeat. He allows his breaths to even out before standing up straight and walking confidently to his next class. The door is open wide and he steps in with a smirk on his face, facade bleeding through as he is met with his favorite class, Studio Art. The easels stand erect with paintbrushes balancing on the thin horizontal piece, dried paint staining the bristles delicately. 

He sits on his stool, side table arranged with all the colors of the rainbow and a paint palette lays idle and empty on his thumb as he waits for a vision to emerge. Blindly, instinctively, he begins mixing colors and stroking the bristles of his brushes onto the canvas.

"Who is it?" The professor asks from behind him. His eyes suddenly focus on what he made and it's a faceless figure, hair burning shades of rose and amaranth, shoulder broad and chest powerful. Veins protrude from the canvas as they shoot down like lightning from the man's craned neck, elongated Adam's apple projecting masculinity against the feminine shades.

Quickly Jungkook slams his brush against the Adams apple, blending it against the rest of the next and erasing the masculine detail. He adds more strokes of pink cashmere to the canvas to length the hair on the figure. He picks up a brush and quickly adds bright red lips and long eyelashes to the vague expanse of apricot slapped in the center of the tableau.

"She's beautiful" The professor mentions but leans down and whispers into the boy's ear;

"But it was even more breathtaking when it was a guy." She walks away, hands in her pockets as she leaves a deep peachy blush on the boy's cheeks. 

Hoseok creeps up behind the boy and rests his elbow on Jungkook's shoulder. He stares at the easel with deep appreciation before making the stupidest comment Jungkook has ever heard.

"I'd tap that." Another boy appears and smacks the back of Hoseok's head. 

"You should dye your hair pink Jimin. Like Seokjin sunsangnim!" The older boy exclaims.

"You should dye your hair black like your soul." Hoseok's lower lip protrudes in a pout as his best friend insults him. 

"I look good with my hair silver, take it or leave it," Jimin crosses his arms and storms out, Hoseok following like a lost puppy. Jungkook remains at his stool and admires his painting. It's beautiful but not as beautiful as it was before he ruined it. Angrily he takes the hold of the painting, rushing out the door and violently stuffing it into the trashcan outside with an audible grunt. 

Behind him a figure reaches into the trash can and pulls out the painting, hand caressing the dried paint, appreciative of the texture against his skin. He removes the canvas sheet from the wooden frame and returns the frame to the art professor. Folding the painting to fit in his briefcase he carries it away to the next class he teaches.