Translation for Spanish words
used in this chapter —

Epílogo —  epilogue
Tío — uncle
Borracho — drunkard

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Three years later...

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Jeon Jihoo focused his big eyes on the goal net, one boot poised upon the ball.

His small hands flexed, lips pouted as a certain man covered his destination, hands out and ready to catch his shot.

The winds of Granada teased his locks, nearly stumbling his position.

No, this little boy would not back down.

With all the strength a six year old can muster, Jihoo swung his leg back and threw the ball.

In his eyes, he knew he could not possibly get it through the net.

But the man, a worse goalkeeper than father, stood rooted to his spot, knowing the ball slithered closer to the line. Jihoo, with wide eyes, saw it roll past a statuesque Jeon Jungkook and into the net.

The latter gasped over-dramatically, hands on his mouth. "Hijo! You've beaten me again!"

Jihoo, a child who knew nothing of extra parental help, smiled smugly at his miraculous victory. "I'm gonna be the best in the whole world!" He declared, fisting his hands in the air.

Laughing, Jungkook strode over to where the boy stood and ruffled his hair. "You will be, chico," he murmured, seeing how alike Jihoo's curls were to his own. "Hmm, trying to copy your Papá, huh?"

The child looked up at Jungkook, mouth parted as he lost himself in thought. "Mamá wanted me to have it. You know, it does look a lot like you, huh?"

A smile graced the man's lips, going wider as he brought his hands under the boy's armpits and lifted him up, holding him protectively on the football field.

"There they are!"

Both heads turned to the entrance as Kim Taehyung, best friend extraordinaire, wrenched open the field gates, accompanied by the Alvarez cousins and a certain flamenco dancer on his arm.

Jeon Jungkook felt his heart flutter.

Aeri Alvarez stepped upon the grass, looking like the sun reincarnated with her yellow dress, draping down to the floor. A soft smile melted her lips, seeing her husband holding her son.

One of her hands looped through Taehyung's arm, and the other rested on her growing belly.

"Mamá!" Jihoo called out, pointing towards the said-pregnant woman.

Obliging the boy, Jungkook walked towards the crowd, revealing Gabriella and Ciro, who each held one handle of a picnic basket.

Aeri burst into a smile after seeing her child call her. "Mi Jiji," the dancer purred, pressing a feather-light kiss upon his nose.

Jungkook put Jihoo down, crossing his arms as he pouted. "Where's my kiss?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes, bumping his elbow with Gabriella. "Pretty sure he got more than that six months ago," he snickered.

"You're disgusting," the Alvarez cousin crowed, slapping his arm. Jungkook only wiggled his brows towards Aeri, who in turn slapped his arm, despite her state.

"What did the doctor say?" Jungkook asked painfully, rubbing the developing bruise. "About the baby?"

"Don't ask about the 'baby', amigo," Ciro mused, scratching his afro. "Ask about the babies."

Jeon Jungkook gasped, and this time it was real.

"What?"

His eyes instantly went to the baby bump. An extremely large baby bump for a supposed six month old.

Gabriella burst into laughter over his reaction. "Yes, tonto, you're having twins!"

Jungkook let out a shrill screech, arm's instantly around his wife. "I'm having twins!"

"Technically it is Aeri bearing the twins," Ciro corrected.

"We're having twins!"

"Careful, you fucking giant!" Taehyung scolded, hauling the man away from Aeri. "Dios knows you might have killed her!"

Jihoo tugged the worker's silks. "Tío Tae, What does 'fucking' mean?"

Now Gabriella and Ciro both pissed themselves, Taehyung nervously chuckling as Aeri knifed him with a look. "Uh, chico—"

"Jihoo, baby, don't ever say that word again," Aeri warned, bringing him close to her.

"Guys, I'm going to go and get us a spot," Ciro said, grabbing Jihoo's hand and walking away from the group. "Gabriella, get the basket!"

"Don't eat all the food now, Fatriella," Taehyung jeered as he pulled the girl forward to walk beside him.

"I hope you eat the poisoned sandwiches, Taeyuck," Gabriella countered, letting the boy lead her to the picnic spot.

The couple watched their friends walk away from them. Jungkook held out an arm for Aeri, who accepted it as she followed the others.

He still could not believe the news given to him. "We're to have twins, mi amor."

Aeri kept that gentle hand on her belly. "I know," she breathed out. "Two children at the same time."

"We'll handle it," he only said, putting a hand on hers. "Together. As we've always have."

Scoffing, the woman mused, "If we're to have two Jungkooks running around the estate then we're in for some trouble."

Jungkook raised a brow. "Having two Aeris wouldn't be all fun and games either."

He then chuckled. "A Jungkook and an Aeri. Now that's a pair that would bring the house down."

"In flames, more like."

Both started laughing, creeping closer to each other in the process. Indeed, the arrival of these new Jeon children would change their lives drastically.

"Tía and the cousins wish to throw a party," Aeri informed. "For the twin reveal."

"What's the reveal for? Anyone could guess from a mile away that you're to pop out two babies."

Another yelp sounded from Jungkook as this time it was his foot that got the wrenching. "That's what I said too, but they insisted."

"Well, I'd like any excuse to drink a bottle of Sangria," he hummed, more skip in his step.

"Insufferable man," Aeri sighed with a small smile.

"I think the word you're looking for is bastardo," he corrected, returning her expression with a smirk.

"You're lucky I'm pregnant, hombre, or I would have properly hit you."

"Well, who was practically begging for me to knock them up?" Jungkook questioned menacingly. "Far as I can remember, we agreed to raise Jihoo only."

"Truly a bastardo, you!" Aeri huffed.

The lucky man grinned wider. "That's more like it."

—

After a light lunch, the couple ordered invites dispatched to Seville for their party.

They planned it a private one, more for friends and family, but most of Jungkook's friends resided in Seville, so would take a few days for any responses received. Namjoon and Jin replied first, delighted to attend. Hoseok and Yoongi accepted a day after, and soon replies came pouring till all the guests were catered for.

The Alvarez household immediately began preparations for the twin reveal, decorating the manor, gifting treats to neighbours and making food worthy of royalty in the kitchens. Aeri wished dearly to help, but Jungkook steered her away, scolding her for not thinking of her condition.

"But it's just cooking!" She would whine, crossing her arms as he lead her away from the sweet smell.

"Cooking which can be done by others," he added, hands on her shoulders, right behind the woman. "You, mi amor, need to rest."

"I don't need rest, hombre!" She complained. "I want to do something."

"Well, I'll give you something to do," he started as he turned her around. "Kiss me."

"What if I wish to slap you instead?" She bit back.

Jungkook clamped his lips together.

These mood swings were a bit of problem too. Aeri had an unhealthy amount of them during her first stages of pregnancy, shouting and crying at the man as if he'd cheated on her several times. Poor Jungkook was clueless of her emotions until Tía Maria and Gabriella helped him, explaining the changes a woman goes through when a child grows within her.

He'd never seen the specifics first hand, so trying to handle them was close to a nightmare. However, she managed to calm down when she saw his sincerity and stubbornness to not back down when she raged at nothing.

These changes were not the only ones Jungkook saw occur to his wife. Aeri's stomach, of course, grew, and drastically for obvious reasons. When once he could have lifted her up easily in his arms, found it impossible to do so now. To his own private delight, the dancer also filled out more physically, giving the man more satisfaction whenever he pinched her cheeks, or noticed her breasts up a size.

So complex, the changes in pregnancy; and no doubt incredibly difficult for a woman. It was the exact reason Jungkook dared not leave her side — even then, when his wife threatened to leave a handprint on his cheek.

"Tesoro, if you won't rest I'll make you," Jungkook warned, sliding his hands upwards to cup her face.

"And how will you achieve that exactly?" She propped both hands on her belly. "You can't even lift me up anymore. Someone, it seems, have stopped their morning runs."

"Hey!"

Taehyung approached the couple, tutting as he ate a carrot, Hoseok and Yoongi behind him.

"If you both are done bickering," the former drawled, "I've come to inform that Seokjin and Namjoon have arrived."

"Already?" Jungkook inquired, hands leaving Aeri's shoulders. "I'll arrange their living quarters.

"And you—" he glared at Aeri. "—rest."

In short time Jungkook saw the glowing faces of the two friends, Jin holding on rather tightly to Namjoon's arm, as if he was afraid of letting him go. They all exchanged a friendly hug, Jungkook smiling at them in greeting.

"Congratulations, old boy," Namjoon said, patting the man's shoulder.

"Poor Aeri, having two kids with Jungkook's characteristics in them," Jin crowed. "The whole family could run a theatre with the amount of melodrama in this household."

"I've only learned from the worst, gillipolla." The youngest of the three crossed his arms. "Tell me, what's to happen with you two now?"

"Well, I'm planning to open another bar, but this time with Jin," Namjoon answered, excitement already shining through his eyes. "However, we're hoping to move to the capital to gain royal attention."

"Madrid?" Jungkook asked, impressed. "I wish you both the best of luck then."

Jin winked as Namjoon thanked him. "Don't wish us luck on just business, amigo."

The businessman knew not of his meaning, but the youngest caught on, shaking his head as he chuckled at Jin's determination.

Kim Seokjin will definitely have Namjoon. Whether the poor man knew it or not.

Hoseok and Yoongi already planned the festive music with Aeri, the Alvarez cousins and other guests marvelling at their initial practice sessions. The blue and pink decorations littered around the huge courtyard, a sign of the lack of knowledge on the gender. Tables lined up against the columns of the estate, dishes of food sliding upon the wood one by one.

Jungkook also received letters of declination for the party. The first was from Gloria, who conveyed her deepest apologies, for she was away in England touristing with her husband and a year old son. The man made a note to relieve her of her guilt and write to her soon.

The second was from his father. A part of Jungkook wondered why he bothered sending an invitation at all, but to him it was more of a declaration of his fatherhood than an invite. Nonetheless, Sir Jeon declined, stating that he'd never make it to Spain in time, and wished to stay in Venice where he would "not be of trouble" to him.

Sighing, Jungkook through the reply in the nearby bin.

He should not be bitter. He expected this response. Despite that, it did not stop the tinge of hurt that slithered its way into his heart.

Whatever, he thought. At least the party won't be awkward.

Jeon Jungkook made sure of that.

The sun, a great friend through the years, sunk slowly upon the horizon, the oranges, yellows, reds and blues leaking and mixing into the sky, creating the elegant evening. Candles lit up all around the Alvarez Manor, torches of fire hung on the columns or chandeliers alight for the guests inside.

Jungkook donned his finest coats and trousers, cuffs engraved with gold threads, lining the edges of his red longcoat lapels and around the buttonholes. His trousers of finest material hugged his legs, boots usually muddied now clean and shone from the chandelier light. His hair, a consistent length of wondrous curls, were tucked back from his line of sight, exposing glimpses of his forehead.

After nodding to himself in the dressing table mirror, the man exited his private chambers, in search of his amor around the house. The halls in the manor had become populated with his friends, all bidding him congratulations. With smiles he received them all, but his mind was distracted with the mission to find Aeri.

He was about to reach the courtyard and make his presence known when he stopped himself.

I know where she is.

Turning on his heel, the man raced towards the stairs, ascending to the highest part of the house, where he opened a trapdoor and climbed out of the spiral. He stepped up to the flat part of the roof, eyes settling on the makeshift beds and potted plants decorating the space.

Ah. Aeri's little hideout.

When he raised his sight higher he found the founder of this nest, her back to him. Her head was tilted upwards to gaze at the sunset, the colours now a darker shade of ambers, violets, maroons. Jungkook noticed with no small amount of awe that she too, resembled the scenery before them, a gown resembling polished topaz hanging loosely, shortened sleeves, yet draped gorgeously to the clay floor. Her waves seemed to sparkle, as if some faerie from a mystical land had scattered glitter atop her hair and made her seem like the fantastical creature.

A small noise of wonder escaped the man, and Aeri Alvarez turned, hands atop her belly; Jungkook pondered how he had won the heart of a woman so enchanting.

"The party has started," he breathed out, unable to even partake in small talk.

"So I hear."

He took a step beside her, stealing a look of her side profile. Truly, a fallen ray of golden sunshine.

"You don't want to go?"

The woman sighed, a light huff of breath. "Not that. I just wish to take it all in."

The sunset? He would have asked, but he knew what she meant.

The present. The future, a wonderful, yet unnerving image. The life Aeri carried in her womb.

The journey both were to walk together.

"Are you scared?"

His wife caught his stare with a surprise. "To be honest...I don't know."

She turned to him fully. "I am to have two children at the same time. After six year of struggle, of going through so much, I have been offered this dream of a life, this man who had changed this whole world for me, and I'm scared."

Looking down at her stomach, she continued, "All my life, I've seen horrors and heartbreak. What if it's rooted in the stars, Jungkook? That I'm not worth a happy life?"

A frown marred his face instantly at her words. "Aeri, why would you think that?" He asked quietly, yet not softly.

His hands found home within hers, and he held them out in front of them. "Don't ever forget your worth, mi amor. Even the whole universe cannot amount to what you have been, and what you have become."

Shyly, the dancer glanced at his eyes, always in a turmoil whenever she looked at him. "I haven't forgotten my worth, querido. I just doubt it for the sake of our offspring. What if...what if our children get cursed with the life I've lived?"

Jungkook stayed grave, squeezing her hands in reassurance. "Look at how good of a son Jihoo is to you. I do not doubt that our twins will experience an exceptional mother." His voice then softened. "Whatever happened in the past, tesoro, should not haunt us now. We must only look to the future, okay?

"We will have a family worth raising. A love worth cherishing. A life worth living."

Something inside of Aeri settled, like an angry wave settling over the shores, its waters brushing upon the sands and feeling its tranquility rise.

She believed his every word. Hung on to his dreams as if they were the only element to her survival. The smile which proved so showed Jungkook what she felt underneath the thick skin she'd harboured all her years.

"Together, mi amor," he whispered to her as he kissed her forehead.

"Together, bastardo," she mumbled back.

They did not realise how long the words were left spoken till the couple heard their names being screamed by Taehyung, who already seemed a little tipsy from the slight slur in his voice.

Straightening his coats, the man offered an arm to his wife, who, after accepting it, both walked down from the hideout, through the halls and out on the courtyard.

Cheers went around the area as the stars of the evening made their entrance, Taehyung clinging onto Jungkook and Aeri like a long lost lover finally reunited.

"Long live theesh bleshed shouls!" He slurred as he raised his glass of champagne, everyone else following suit.

The couple sipped a bit of the drink, Jungkook drinking more from the glass than Aeri to watch her condition. Taehyung insisted she down her alcohol, but the former was having none of it.

"Piss off somewhere else, borracho," Jungkook hissed, prying his hands off of him and his wife. "Gabriella!"

The said-girl came hurrying after handing Jihoo a slice of cake. "Dear Dios," she cursed, catching sight of Taehyung. "I told him not to drink too much, he never bloody listens!"

"You get angry, very, very angry when I don't lishen to you." He responded in his drunken stupor, giggling at the Alvarez cousin through sips of champagne. "You're very very cute when you're angry, Fatriella."

Gabriella rolled her eyes, putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing him towards the food sections. "Let's get you somewhere else, Taeyuck," she declared, steering him away from the couple, but not before being caught with the slightest blush on her cheeks.

Aeri and Jungkook raised their brows simultaneously at the scene. They were about to comment on it when the music heightened, causing people to start dancing.

Jihoo came running over in the chaos, tugging Tía Maria with him as he approached his parents with a cheeky grin, lined with cream icing and mischief. "Mamá, Papá, where are the cakes?"

The old woman chuckled, putting both hands on her walking stick. "Chiquito's had a whole black forest already. He's going to be sick if he's not careful."

Aeri turned to Jihoo as she furrowed her eyebrows. "Baby, you'll hurt your tummy! Wait, let me get you some proper food."

The woman looked over her shoulder at Jungkook. "I'll be right back," she informed him, leading her son to the tables, she and a grumbling Jihoo fading in the crowd.

The man only laughed when seeing Tía Maria's head shaking. "Aren't we all food fanatics, though?"

"You're telling me, hijo, I was the one who brought fifteen freshly made cakes a week," she stated proudly. "If any Alvarez is a desert lover, they get it from me."

Cackling, the man and his faux aunt assessed the scene of the party, a calm chaos of people conversing, drinking, eating and dancing. The music tuned perfectly by Granada's finest were stealing the show, and, to Jungkook's shock, a few girls' hearts, as Eloísa and Elodia watched earnestly Yoongi and Hoseok's performance.

Poor, poor men. Their life is to certainly be challenged now the twins have set their sights on them.

"And what other faultless qualities have you graced these Alvarez children with?" Jungkook inquired after a while, amusement lining his features as he caught also Jin and Namjoon dancing together, right next to Gabriella's sisters.

"Believe it or not, but I was one of the finest dancers in Granada." Tía Maria's smile was etched with nostalgia. "Carlo and I would always dance to our heart's desires, whether it be market square, our bedchamber, this courtyard or in the palace."

"Maybe that's where Aeri gets her flamenco spirit from," he voiced out his thought, searching for the said-woman in the crowd.

"She's a wonder, my niece." Tía Maria smiled a little. "You have done much to make her bloom once again."

Jungkook stayed silent for a while before he spoke. "Aeri would have bloomed on her own too, that's how incredible she is. If anything, she taught me to open my petals and let the light of change grow me into the adult I am today. Your niece has changed me."

"No, hijo," she corrected. "You both changed each other. And that's what really matters."

Silence weighed upon Jungkook's mouth, as his eyes at last spotted Aeri trying to feed Jihoo rice rather than other pastries looking too tempting for a desert-lusting six year old.

"Won't you dance, tía?"

"Me? No, hijo, I am much too old," she declined, searching for a nearby seat. "But you, young man? dance till your very soul tires."

With that, the old owl walked to sit out of the rush of the guests, humming along to the music. She hobbled to where Aeri finished handing some rice to Jihoo, who then saw Tía Maria and would much rather favour her company than his mother's. Seeing this as a blessing, the dancer thanked her aunt through a smile and made her way to Jungkook again, who was lost in thought.

"Hey," she said as she approached him again. "Sorry, Jihoo wasn't eating anything healthy."

Jungkook turned to his wife. "Will you dance with me?" He responded with a question instead.

Blinking at the sudden offer, Aeri nodded. "Anything to not make more small talk."

Snickering, he led her to the centre of the courtyard, couples instantly making space for the two. The man brought his hands to her waist, in turn the woman sliding her arms upon his shoulders. With a child-like awe in both stares, they began to move.

Jungkook led Aeri slowly, despite the cheerful tune, to be extra careful. "You'll be alright?" He persisted, checking the swell of her belly.

"I'm fine, tonto," she waved him off. "I have not become fragile, you know."

"Oh, I know. You slapping my arm is evidence enough."

Aeri let out a breathy giggle as she turned in time of the beat. "Such a weakling, being hurt by a light slap on the wrist."

Jungkook gasped. "Mi amor, your hand is like a lion's paw! So very impactful now you're gaining more strength."

"You truly know how to make a woman feel special," the dancer mused.

"And don't you forget so, tesoro," he countered, flicking her nose lightly with his finger before propping them on her sides again.

A smile melted onto her lips. "I don't plan to."

The man caught sight of Bruno, the eldest Alvarez cousin, trying to drag the twin girls away from the musicians. It was remarkable how adamant Eloísa and Elodia's iron will turned out to be, for they stayed put.

Through the crowd of dancers, Aeri spotted Taehyung and Gabriella dancing, the boy leaning too close to be considered a friendly waltz. Both had hints of desire upon their faces, his hands teasing at her hips, hers playing with his growing hair.

It reminded Jungkook of a particularly fond memory of his, one of the very first he'd shared with the woman in front of him. He wondered whether she'd even remember.

Aeri saw the scheming look on his face. "Oh shoot," she said mockingly. "What is that mind thinking now?"

"This mind," Jungkook answered, fingers moving sensually against her fabric, "Is playing a rather beloved memory of mine. It involves the rain, a certain girl dancing like a maniac, and a dashingly handsome man marvelling the sight."

Judging the beetroot blush developing upon Aeri's cheeks, he figured his wife knew exactly what he meant. Nonetheless, the vixen said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Jungkook, slowly smirking, leaned into her, lips caressing her ears. "Do you wish to see how it plays out?"

Feeling her go near limp in his arms, he pulled back, back, back, hands sliding to her arms, fingers skimming her skin till they grab hold of her hands. "It goes a little something like this.

"I see you dance alone, and approach you."

The hold on her hands tightened. "I take your hand, and pull you to me—"

His actions oblige, his hands tugging till her stomach presses up against his chest.

Unfortunately for him, his speech did not do the sensual wonders, when her large belly got in the way for him to properly lean into her face. Aeri, trying to suppress a laugh, clamped her lips together, staring up at him with twinkling eyes.

Jungkook let out a groan, hands on her waist once more. "These twins are already a nuisance, and they haven't even been born yet."

Leash snapping, Aeri broke into laughter, soft bursts like a tinkling of bells, sweet to the ears. She put her hands to her mouth to muffle the sound, but failed to do so as she hung her head back and laughed and laughed and laughed.

"You are too cruel, mi amor," he whined, pulling her closer, or trying to. "Mocking me while I wish to flirt with you."

"Forgive me," she breathed out between laughs, "But it is too much. At least you tried, hombre, points for effort."

"Hmph," he only got out, miserably pouting as his hands slid around her waist, barely pressing her forehead against hers. Thank Dios for his height.

Aeri craned her eyes upwards at her husband's closed ones. "Awww, querido, don't be sad! Do continue the tale," she teased.

Jungkook opened one eye to assess her in mock irritation, and closed it again. "How will I make you blush when you are so amused?"

"I'm not, I'm not," She reassured him, shaking her head and puffing out to let out any chance of her laughing. "Okay, hombre, go! Impress me. Make me a blushing bride once again."

"A-alright," he sighed out, foreheads still not parting as he fluttered open his eyes, locking her in a fierce stare. "Now, the night of the Tomatina.

"I pull you to me." The hands around her waist tightened. "I look at you, and I want you. I want you with a desire so deep no one could ever complete it."

Aeri did not look away as Jungkook continued, gaining his gusto. "But I look at you, and I know one kiss from you could fill the trenches of my desire forever. One kiss, and I will fall, and I will fall so hard even a bullet to the head would not hurt as much."

He swayed his wife to the beat, straining closer, despite the bump between them. "And do you know," he whispered, each word a labour, "Do you know how hard I fell?"

Aeri's eyes glazed with the image. "How hard, hombre?"

A predatory scoff. "This hard."

Suddenly, Jungkook held onto her waist and dipped her, craning her head back till it nearly touched the floor.

Aeri's heart fell out of her chest at the free fall, her hands instantly around his neck as she tilted back, the man's hands on her the only thing to keep her from dropping.

With shallow breaths, she tilted her head forward, eyes wide at Jungkook's hooded ones.

"This never happened that night," she only got out.

His smirk widened. "So you do remember," he purred, hitching her a little higher, so at last he could graze his nose against hers. "But do you know what did happen?"

"What?" She asked, even though she knew the answer, the whole world knew the answer.

With a victory grin, Jungkook raised his hand, lifting her up to him so he could claim her lips, the hand rising to the back of her head, other still looped around her waist. Aeri instantly reciprocated, opening her mouth to him as she hugged his neck, almost clinging onto him to avoid falling on her ass.

The second his tongue grazed against her teeth, sensing her growing need for him to continue, he pulled back, lips swollen as he looked at her. She appeared shocked, eyes still wide and glossy mouth still parted.

His malicious smile stirred a whole network within her core. "And then the rest is sweet history."

She scowled at him. "Bastardo," she rasped out, more for not kissing her crazy then nearly killing her in that dip.

"I adore you too, mi amor," he only cooed back, setting her on her feet and swooping in to kiss her once more, hands lovingly stroking the sides of her bump.

The night had arisen, and even with the stars on display the party stayed alive, each person caught up in their own form of enjoyment. Music still played on, food still out and eaten and everyone still on their feet and dancing to their hearts' galore.

However, even in their individual enjoyment only two people gained the attention of everyone in the Alvarez Manor.

The changed playboy of Seville and the dancer from Granada, the now La Amor of Spain.

And Jeon Jungkook kept his eyes on one girl only, who from the very beginning of this tale, had captured him like a pearl in a clam. His hands resided on her waist only, felt the kicks of life beneath her skin only, tasted seventh heaven of delight on her lips only.

He was a man in love, and will forever be so. He had wondered once if he was ever to experience such a strong emotion, and with every glance towards Aeri Alvarez felt certain of the feelings which never left.

Because Aeri Alvarez was a woman who only came once into your life. They waltzed through, made you delirious, then left you a parched man thirsting for more.

His father fell into the trap of such a dancer, and turned bitter when she left. Jeon Jungkook, playboy extraordinaire, fell harder, yet turned the happiest man alive when he caused her to stay.

And look at him, dancing under the stars with his amor, thriving under the stares of affection given to him, secret smiles sent his way which mean only one thing. A shared longing for each other which leaves the soul complete.

Jeon Jungkook never believed in soulmates. It was a myth in his mind, a fantasy to toy with the emotional, but all of these beliefs shattered because he now held his own soulmate, alive and smiling and pregnant with his children. Wisps of life he helped in creating, soon to be his flesh and blood mixed with Aeri's to form his legacy.

Yes, mi amigos, Jungkook had found his peace. He had achieved solace, reached tranquility, and all because of a woman.

That is the power of love, see. It may be a mere emotion, lighter than a feather, yet it can be heavier than the mountains. It makes your heart swell, yet constrict. It either makes a man, or breaks him.

But Jungkook was not only broken, but remade. He was forged anew from this love he felt so strongly, and this emotion in turn relieved Aeri from her own chaos.

Because this is the tale of change. A tale of the summer, a tale of joy, heartbreak, lust and of course, of love.

Above all and everything, it was a tale of the Casanova.

The Casanova who fell in love with a dancer.

He said so himself as he kissed her with all the strength he could muster.

"I love you, tesoro."

And at long last, when it was first a slap, then ignorance and hesitation, Aeri Alvarez smiled at him with tears in her eyes.

"I love you too, bastardo."

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