Translation for Spanish words
used in this chapter —

Pequeño — little one
Buen día — good day

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Everyone stayed rooted to their positions, none daring to answer the door.

"Pequeño!" The nurse called from downstairs, "Will you get the door, please?"

Despite the tense situation, Hoseok snickered out.

"Who knew the biggest flirt in Seville was a mama's boy at heart?" He mused, booping Jihoo's little nose.

"Shut up," Jungkook seethed, colour staining his olive-skinned cheeks as he stood up from the bed, cutting a glance at the girl beside him.

On an inner instinct he couldn't decipher, he quickly brushed the back of his hand against Aeri's cheek.

Feeling the icy skin, he replaced the current cloth, quickly drenching the new one in hot water before wrapping it up, gently resting it upon her forehead.

Jungkook ignored the colder gaze Yoongi sent from the former's actions, instead saying, "Keep checking up on her. I'll be right back."

He didn't listen to the response as he stalked out the room, going down the immaculate stairs and out into the courtyard.

Stopping before the door, he calls out, just in case, "Who is it?"

Please don't let it be—

"Namjoon! I need to speak with you!"

Jungkook's shoulders slumped.

Fixing the lock, he barely opened the door before the bar owner burst straight in, looking around frantically.

The boy took a step back, closing the entrance as he asked, "What's the great rush, Namjoon?"

He didn't even look at him, head bobbing to the kitchen, the door leading to the bedrooms, the open windows. "I, uh—"

His hand went to his dishevelled hair, fingers running through the silver locks. "Aeri. Where is Aeri?"

The way he said her name struck a deep chord within the boy.

It wasn't jealousy, surprisingly. The way his hair erected at the back of his neck indicated something else entirely, the way a shiver as cold as Aeri's fever running down his spine.

"Why do you...wish to see her?" He asked, so careful with his tone.

Namjoon swerved to face him, face stricken with desperation. "Jungkook," he started, hurrying towards him, "I need to see her, it's really important."

The boy was having none of it. "Namjoon, that's okay and all, but why?"

Of course what Jungkook said was absolute dog shit. Of course it wasn't okay. He should be out that Dios-damned door before the boy pushes him out himself.

"It's something I must speak with Aeri alone," he muttered, rushing a hand on the boy's shoulder.

Jungkook pursed his lips even harder than before, quite sure his mouth was non-existent now.

"She's not here," he gritted out, looking away.

He couldn't look him in the eye. The boy knew Namjoon wasn't stupid, and all it would take was one confirmation through his eyes to find out he's lying to his face.

"But Jin said—"

"Jin also says he can take his drink, Namjoon, but you know what? One shot was all it took for him to mistake me as his mother! And she's the size of a pregnant bull, so don't believe everything he says!"

Namjoon blinked back at Jungkook's outrage, who was now looking at the club owner straight in the eye.

Shit, the boy thought, as the elder began to assess his eyes.

The man clicked his tongue.

"You're lying."

This stubborn donkey—

"Jungkook?" The nurse called out, stepping out from the kitchens and approaching him as she beheld Namjoon, surprised. "Oh, why buen día, señor Kim."

Namjoon may have been a gentleman, but he severed the formalities, getting straight to the point. "Do you know of an Aeri Alvarez, señora? I need to speak to her."

"Why she's sick at the moment, señor, but—"

"I won't take much of her time," he cut her off, his voice near pleading, "But it's incredibly important."

Jungkook made a 'THROW-THE-DAMN-MAN-OUT-MAMA' look, but his nurse never got to see it.

She just stared at Namjoon in conversation, saying, "Well she's upstairs at the far end of the hall, but please be quick—"

He didn't even bother with a mere gracias as he rushed towards the inside of the house.

The boy let out a string of curses, leading the nurse to smack him on the head.

"Language!"

"Oh, not now, Mama!" He exclaimed, turning on his heel and running after Namjoon.

He sensed the hard thudding of the wooden stairs, the man finishing his ascent as he raced at the end of the hall.

Jungkook nearly caught up, watching him burst into Aeri's bedroom.

FUCK—

He sprinted inside, pushing Namjoon in even further as he slammed the door closed.

Yoongi was kneeling at the same place Jungkook was, a hand in Aeri's. Hoseok and Jihoo were nowhere in sight.

The former looked up, all softness probably grown in conversation with the dancer fading as he took in his former boss, panting from the chase.

The black haired man stood up, straight as a solid pole. "You."

Namjoon didn't even bother looking at him.

His eyes went straight to the one girl who brought trouble like it was second nature.

Seems she and I aren't so different after all.

"Aeri."

Raven black eyes slid to the tall, noble figure, assessing through long, curled lashes.

They widened, ever so slightly, as a blood red mouth parted.

"Get out."

"Aeri, listen," Namjoon began, hurrying over to the opposite side of the king sized bed. "I've been looking everywhere for you."

The man made to grab her hand but she swiped it out of range, fisting it tightly on the sheets. "And I looked everywhere to get away from you."

Jungkook couldn't help the slight grin threatening to expose upon his lips.

That's right, mi amor, tell him to fuck. Off.

Namjoon surprisingly looked a little hurt from the response. "Listen, Aeri, I know I've been a fool, but—"

"—not a fool," she mused humorlessly, "But a man full of shit. A bastard."

A gasp emitted from him. "Aeri, you've got to understand!" He pleaded. "You three did make it difficult for me to ignore your demands for more money. If I gave you extra then the others would have to get more shares too!"

"You know you don't care about the others, you horrid man!" Aeri cried out. "And plus, I gave you the sell out! You paid in how much audience I harboured up and how many hours I worked. And I worked days, Namjoon! Goddamned days!"

"But Aeri, please, that same audience is demanding for you and your undeniable talents!" He made a harder attempt to take her hand.

He finally grabbed onto it, squeezing it with both his own. The girl flinched, eerily as the bar owner held up the interlocking of hands.

Jungkook looked at her, sensing her greatest discomfort as her fiery gaze burned into those hands as if they'd burn afire just from staring at it.

The boy himself had grabbed her hands before. Kissed them even, to her utmost displeasure.

But that's all it was. Irritation. An inconvenience that would be soon forgotten.

But this.

He didn't know why, but a little part of him knew something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

"The city misses you, Aeri," Namjoon murmured. "The club misses you.

"I miss you."

Just that moment, Aeri Alvarez whirled her head toward the man, eyes threatening to pop out from her sockets.

Jungkook and Yoongi held the same reaction. Both instinctively looked to each other, the anger brewing not for each other, but for the man beside them.

The stare held a simple message.

We're going to tear him apart.

It seems they didn't need to do it.

For Aeri Alvarez, with the greatest ferocity, wrenched her hand away from Namjoon's.

The action caused a small moan of pain to escape her, but it was quickly drowned out by the burning of her eyes.

"You threw me and my friends out," she spat, despite her fragile state. "And now when you're finally suffering the consequences for it, you come running back like a child after their mother when they've banned their kin from a certain necessity.

"You say you miss me, Namjoon, yet here you are, oblivious to everything that's happened to me ever since you threw me out.

"So stop lying to me, you fucking prick."

Namjoon fumbled for words, hands running through his hair.

"What have I missed, Aeri?" He spoke up. "This month you've been gone I've heard nothing from you. I've been trying to find you but you left with no damn trail. How could you expect me to track you?"

She let out a raspy scoff, fisting the sheets so hard they were sure to rip.

"Oh, I don't mean you throwing me out this time, Namjoon."

Jungkook hitched in a breath.

This time? What does she—

His thoughts were cut short as the bathroom door opened up to Hoseok, little Jihoo in his arms.

The former had a huge smile on his face before he saw the scene before him. Felt the very tension oozing in the room.

Namjoon gaped at the two. Specifically the bundle in the redhead's arms.

He froze entirely.

"A-Aeri," he stuttered, slowly facing her as if she was his greatest doom. No doubt she was. "Wh-who is that?"

The girl, to everyone's shock, spluttered into laughter. What sent everyone even more alarmed was how hollow that sound was, like the very devil cackling inside her body.

"I told you, Namjoon, that you've been oblivious to everything these past years."

She held up a phantom smile, possibly the scariest image Jungkook had ever seen.

"Let me introduce you to Kim Jihoo, the two year old son you never knew you had."

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