The Teachers Secret (not edited)

Chapter twenty-nine

Third pov:
The headache finally came to a stop, after going strong for nearly twenty more straight. Namjoon panted and collapsed onto the bed, passing out, Jin checked his pulse, sighing in relief when he felt the steady heartbeat. Jumping when his phone started ringing, pulling out the device from his pants pocket, reading the screen, and then answering it. Speaking in a low and soft voice, "This is Kim Seokjin...." "Yes, I'm sorry for calling at an odd time, but I want to remind you, that your father left a note, saying you will be covering for him at the company while he's away. Is that correct?" "Yes ma'am it is, both him and my step-mother informed me about it, I start tomorrow morning?" "Yes Mr. Kim, seven a.m. sharp!" Jin let out a heavy sigh, glancing at the sleeping omega, "Yes ma'am, I will be there." "Have a nice night Mr. Kim, again I'm sorry for the odd time." "Don't worry about it, I was already awake, you have a night yourself."
Jin ended the call, running his fingers through his hair, it was worrying how fast the omegas memories were coming back. They're coming in like a tidal wave. He carefully fixed the omega back into his side, pulling the covers up to his chin, pecking a kiss on omegas head, "Night Joonie..."

Namjoon woke up the next morning, stepping into the kitchen, Jiyun was pouring herself a cup of hot coffee, yawning and scratching her bed head. The omega glanced around, "Morning, where's Jinnie?" He asked, rubbing his swollen, sleepy eyes, Jiyun glanced over her shoulder. "He's at work, he's covering for his father while he's on a business trip to Paris. Jin will be pretty busy this week, we won't see him that much, what would you like for breakfast.... or, well lunch..." She chuckled when checking the time on the stove. Namjoon shrugged, "I'm not that hungry right now," he mumbled, as he poured himself a glass of orange juice. Taking a sip from the bitter sweet liquid, setting the half empty glass on the counter, then lean back against the cool, granite surface. Jiyun took a sip from her mug of hot coffee, sighing in content, feeling the caffeine rush. "How are you feeling?" Namjoon chuckled, running his fingers through his shoulder length hair, then resting his hands on the counter. "It's been an odd week for me, that's for sure..." Jiyun tilt her head in curiosity, "Did you have another nightmare last night? I could hear you screaming from upstairs." Namjoon tensed, the events replaying in his mind mind like a tape cassette, nodding in reply. "Yeah, a lot happened last night really..."

Week later...

Jin was rushing around, gathering his things, not wanting be late for work, Namjoon came upstairs into the alphas room. Jin smelled the omegas scent, turning to the doorway, "Namjoon, do you need anything? You know you shouldn't be walking up the stairs too, makes me nervous," he spoke, while fixing his tie in the body length mirror. Namjoon had one hand on his lower back, rubbing some pressure on it and the other hand under his bump. "I'm fine Jin, but I've been trying to speak to you all week an-" "I know, I'm sorry Namjoon, the family business is hot on my ass," Jin grabs his satchel bag. Stepping up to the elder, talking and fixing himself at the same time. "I promise, I will give you all my attention tonight, alright? Now I haft to go or else be late." Namjoon sighed, a small smile on his lips, softly shaking his head, "Mmhm, you better keep that promise Kim Seokjin." Pointing his finger at the younger, playfully glaring at him. The alpha chuckled and nod, "Promise," he said before running out of his room and heading out of the house.
Namjoon watched the alpha run out, lightly giggling and shaking his head, but then flinched, "Ah! Shit!" He cursed, leaning on a nearby desk, breathing through the sudden pain. Rubbing underneath his bump, waiting for the pain to subside, "That's has to be the tenth cramp today, goodness pup, give mama a break please." He huffed, straightening his back, rubbing the knot near his tail bone, glancing around the room, a smile twitching onto his lips. He then made his way out of the room, taking slow and careful steps down the stairs,  looking around, searing for Jins step-mom.
"Mrs. Kim!!?.... Jiyun!?" He called, walking around the house, not seeing the sweet, middle-aged women in sight. He walked for about an hour or so, taking his phone out from his sweater pocket, scrolling through the contacts. Pressing on the number and bringing the phone to his ear, hearing the line ring. "Hello?" Namjoon sighed in relief, "Sehun, I think I'm having contractions..." "Do you know how far apart they are?" The omega pulled his phone away, checking the time, pressing the speaker button, when feeling a small pinch of pain grow.
Namjoon leaned against the back of the couch, gripping the white cushions with a tight grip, as he hunched over, he whimpered and cried. "A-about an hour, m-my water h-hasn't broke-" A strong wave pain ripping through his body, he broke out a small sob, breathing through his nose and out from his mouth. "Owowowow.... Sweet rosemary, I'm going to kill that alpha for doing this to me," he muttered, taking deep, steady breaths. His friends chuckle could be heard through the other line.
"My water hasn't broken yet," he gasped out in one breath of air. Sighing in relief when the pain subsided, his breathing slight uneven, as he softly panted, "Hold tight! I'm not at work right now, and I live an hour away from work, about two hours away from where you're staying. Can you wait that long?" Namjoon nod, muttering out a 'yes'. "I'll get there as soon as possible!! I'm calling an ambulance for you, keep me up to date on how far apart your contractions are as well." Namjoon did a weak solute, "Yes sir, and thank you!!" They share a quick goodbye, his phone vibrated, seeing he got a massage from Jiyun.
'Could you come help me in the shed, I'm preparing it for Jins rut and I need a little help.'
Namjoon's brows scrunched together, why would she ask him to go help, shouldn't she wait for Jin to help out.
'I'm in labor, can't you wait until Jin gets home to help you?"
'It's only scenting the blankets and pillows, it'll help him out. Please, it won't take long.'
Something didn't feel right about this, this doesn't sound like Jiyun, she wouldn't pressure or even ask him such a thing.
'Wait until Jin gets home, his rut isn't until next week, we have time. Ok?'
'Ok~ok, fine, I will head inside to help you.'
Namjoon huffed out a 'finally', "I swear, something doesn't feel right," he muttered to himself. His phone vibrated again, he groaned from the text he received.
'Could you open the shed door for me!! I locked myself inside!!"
Namjoon wants to say no, but what if it was true? What if she is really locked inside the house shed? Checking the time on his phone, he honestly doesn't know when his next contraction could hit. If he's quick enough, he might be able to make it. He slowly stepped up to the sliding door, slipping his feet into his flats, sliding the door open and stepping out on the porch. Slowly stepping down the few steps, holding the wide, wooden, porch railing, with a tight grip. It was only five steps down to the damp, green grass, but he didn't want to rush anything.
On the last step, the next contraction came in, strong, his nails dig into the wood of the porch, his other hand under his bump. Taking deep breaths, trying to at least, the pain only increased each passing second. He rest his head on his arm, summer heat was at its peak, making it harder to breath. A pain filled cry ripped through his throat, "Flying! Bloody! Hell!!" He growled, panting like a horse that just ran ten miles in less then ten minutes. Cursing under his breath when he felt a little liquid dribbling down, between his sweaty, shaky thighs. He placed his hand between legs, feeling his crotch, "Oh no, shit... Jiyun you own me big time for this." He grumbled, sighing when the pain subsided, then continued to walk across the lawn.

Namjoon opened the house shed door, seeing the lights off, no sign of the dark haired women. "Mrs. Kim!?" He let out a screech, when someone pushed him inside the shed, landing on his hand and knees. The door slammed shut, locking from the outside. Namjoon used a ledge to push himself up to his feet, rushing to the door, trying to twist and open the handle. But the door locks on the outside, it's made that way, so Mr. Kim and Jin wouldn't escape during their rut. Namjoon banged on the door, "Open this door!!! Please!!" A women's voice was heard from the other side, "This is what you get!! You locked my son up!! So I'm locking you up!!! You should be dead!!! Filthy slut!!" Namjoon's stomach then dropped.