Translation for Spanish words
used in this chapter —

Rosas — roses
A la mierda — fuck
Buenas tardes — good evening
Mi niño — my child
Señor — sir

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Jin, after much persisting from his friend, drove Jungkook all the way to his home.

"Don't get into any more trouble okay-" the elder sighed. "Oh, why do I bother trying?"

Jungkook grinned. "Glad you've figured out after nearly ten years."

The boy pushed open the door, creaking it all the way back.

Jungkook put one foot out the carriage, stepping onto the concrete.

Getting out, he looked back at his friend, dusting himself.

"You're welcome for saving your ass," drawled Jin.

Chuckling, Jungkook bid him an adios, and watched the carriage leave in a hurry, cluttering against the hard road.

He turned back to his house.

The marble fountain greeted him, water sprouting from the finger of the naked woman, sculpted in white.

Sending her his daily air kiss, he walked round it, being careful of the lip of the pool, threatening to overflow.

He looked up to his home.

The estate, towering above the boy, was like an unwelcoming wall, barring him from the other side.

It was a white mansion, lined in red paint on all sides, on all partings. Little glass windows scattered all around the face of the estate, some open to let in the summer breeze, some closed to cover whatever was being done inside.

Jungkook went up the front steps, stopping just a foot away from the great wooden double doors of his home.

His hand fisted, going up to tap repeatedly on the door.

A few minutes later, shuffling sounded from inside.

The doors swung open.

Standing there was a chubby little woman, her grey streaked brown hair braided down to her shoulders. Covering her was a plain black dress, a dirty white apron atop it.

Although she had aged quite a bit, her smile was a young and eternal little gesture, always lighting up in the presence of a certain someone.

"Jungkook!"

The boy returned her smile. And that certain someone happens to be me.

"Mama," he greeted, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

The woman stepped to the side, allowing Jungkook to enter his home.

The entrance led out to a patio-like space, no roof shading this area in the middle. Cream coloured columns held up the several floors of various rooms.

Due to the roofless entry, the two dwellers were exposed to the extreme summer sun, causing Jungkook to sweat more than he liked.

A hammock hung among the towering columns, swaying slightly by whatever wind that came near. Jungkook strolled over to it, settling himself down.

A delicious scent from the open kitchens roamed over to where Jungkook sat. It engulfed his nose, and he let out a noise which had the woman tutting.

"Stop making that hideous sound," she scolded.

"Sorry, Mama, but the smell of that paella has my stomach squealing in delight."

"Unfortunately, you can't have it, young man," she said, rubbing her hands with her apron. "It's a gift for Namjoon's party. Have you heard much about it, by the way?"

Jungkook leaned back into the comfort of the hammock. "Jin mentioned it. Apparently there's to be a flamenco event."

The woman grabbed a wooden chair, dragging it closer to the swaying boy and sat down on it. "Well, because of your father's approval and continous support in the Spanish-Korean community, Kim Namjoon is opening an elite bar where people like us can hang out. The opening night takes place today."

The boy looked ahead to the kitchens, where the smell of food was stronger. "Papa has the official invitation?"

The old woman smiled maliciously. Then, she fished out an envelope, holding it in the air. "Not anymore."

Chuckling over his nurse's nosey nature, he took the invitation from her.

Ripping open the envelope, Jungkook took out the piece of card, rough textured yet intricately made.

He read out the information written on it.

"Señor Jeon and son Jungkook, you have been invited to the grand opening ceremony of Noches con Namjoon, or 'Nights with Namjoon'.

"As my biggest supporter, I would be delighted if you attend, and please wear anything along with the colours of black, grey and white."

A sigh escaped the old woman. "Looks like only the actual family can go," she murmured.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. "So you should wear your best dress too."

"No, mi niño, I am but a nurse," said she, heaving up from her chair.

"But Mama-"

"No buts," she cut him off. "I don't want to go anyway."

Jungkook was sure she was lying, but he didn't say anymore on the situation, instead asking, "Papa isn't coming with me, am I right?"

"No, I'm afraid. He has business in Cordoba, and so wants you to go for him."

The boy gritted his teeth. Of course he has fucking business when asked to be a genuine friend.

"Iron the black suit for me, Mama," he ordered, suddenly getting up. "I have a new bar to go to."

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Jin came back again to Jungkook's estate to pick him up.

Both of the boys wore similar attire, the only difference being the black sash tied around the younger's neck.

He had left his hair in a curly mess, knowing well enough it made him look more grand.

His aim is never to look the elite gentleman. No, his goal is to look the elite bachelor, in desperate need of a woman to cling onto for a night.

The ride to the destination wasn't long, as his own home was placed in the high end, along with this new bar.

Night had fallen upon the city, so the only light left was of an odd street lamp.

Thankfully they reached the place, getting out the carriage.

A smart man with silvery hair welcomed them, a big dimpled smile on his face as he greeted them.

Jin took one look at him, and instantly blushed.

Jungkook, glancing at cause of it, grinned. "Ah, good evening Namjoon!" he exclaimed, shaking the man's out-stretched hand.

"Jungkook! It's good to see you here."

Namjoon then turned his attention towards the younger's best friend.

His smile widened. "Kim Seokjin?"

The said man nodded, too vigorous to be normal. "Y-yes. Though you can call me J-Jin."

"Jin it is then," the host declared, shaking his hand too. "I'm glad you came."

The elder was saved by the darkness. The redness of his cheeks would have been exposed instantly had it been just two hours ago.

"Please, both of you, do come in," Namjoon ushered, opening the black stained-glass door.

The two friends went inside. There were more lights now, but it was purposely dim still to create a dark, mysterious aura to encircle in as you drink your chosen choice of alcohol.

It was packed, with dozens of high class men and women drinking, dancing along with the tambourines and violins or just watching the others do so.

Jungkook spotted the bar instantly, cornered in the far right hand corner of the room.

He made to drag Jin with him, but when he turned around, he wasn't there.

Hurriedly, he looked around, trying to find his friend among the huge crowd.

A la mierda, Jungkook, just carry on.

Deciding to damn him to wherever he went off to, the boy proceeded towards the bar, already smelling the faint sweat and alcohol from where he squeezed through.

Finally, his hands grabbed the counter. He pushed himself onto a seat, securing some space.

A pretty woman greeted him, her hands gripping a wine bottle. "Well, señor? What shall it be?"

Jungkook, seeing the low cut blouse, the blue eyes, and that little smirk, purred, "Surprise me."

Giggling, the girl grabbed the finest Sangria red wine and poured him a glass full.

The boy took a sip, and was moaning internally.

The taste was like an explosion of pleasure on his tongue, running deeper in his veins to null them, numb them.

Jungkook loved the feeling. He soon finished the glass, and slammed it on the counter for a refill.

The bartender didn't refuse, filling it to the brim again.

This time, the boy drank it all in one go, not bothering to treasure it slowly.

In minutes, he was on his fifth glass, some of the wine trickling down his mouth.

But Jungkook didn't seem bothered. With his mind clouded with alcohol, his senses seemed to let loose, his body a beacon of freedom.

He looked ahead to the flamenco dancers tapping to their routine, making too much noise for his liking.

And what did he do to mute the sound?

Oh, he drank.

A loud clapping had him stopping.

The audience in the room stopped their conversations as Namjoon went up on stage.

"Buenas tardes, mis amigos!"

The crowd raved in response.

Laughing, Namjoon continued, "I hope you're all having a good time, but now you all must pay attention, for the last dance of today will be on next.

"And let me tell you, this one will leave you wanting for so much more."

So much more? Jungkook thought scornfully. If that's wine, then sign me up!

"Recently named as La Amor de Seville, I welcome you, Aeri Alvarez!"

The crowd cheered, whooping so loud Jungkook was surely loosing his sense of hearing.

He took a sip of his Sangria, grumbling. Dios, what's so great about her?

The lights turned brighter. The crowd fell silent.

And that's when someone emerged from the curtain.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The confident click of heels. The swaying hips. The sudden scent of fresh roses.

The girl revealed herself into the light.

Jungkook's mouth dropped to the floor.

Aeri Alvarez was like a blood red peacock, the dress of that colour hugging her every curve, her every edge. The ruffles draped to her left, trailing down to the floor.

Her hair, her jet black hair, was coiled in a tight bun. Roses curled in her head, just above her ear.

And Dios, her face, it was so ethereal, the way her doe-like eyes were lined in black, the way her cheeks were slightly flushed, the way her lips-

Those lips. Those lips that were painted the colour of pure blood, as if this woman had bitten someone right now and stained that beautiful mouth. Oh, how he'd wished it was his unfortunate self who'd been the victim.

Jeon Jungkook wasn't breathing. He was sure of it, as his chest didn't have that steady rhythm of moving up and down, slow and steady.

The celestial being stretched her arms out, the castanets tied in her hands.

She slid her eyes to the band seated to her right.

A slight bob of her head was her only signal.

And as the musicians began playing.

So did she.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

The woman started dancing, clicking her feet repeatedly on the floor, tapping her castanets in her hands at a frightening pace.

She twirled and twirled, each move so light, yet so deep, so full of meaning.

The thud of her foot, the waves of her arms, the tilting of her neck.

Each move had Jungkook gripping his seat tighter.

He himself had worked out the story behind her masterpiece of a dance.

In her delicate steps she portrayed the love she shared with a man once. The sudden change of her steps showed her heartbreak over his leaving, over him never coming back.

And now, with those hips sashaying against the beat of the music, she's now become a questionable woman, giving men a taste of their own medicine as she breaks their hearts into tiny little pieces.

As she whirled a full round, she swung her arms, clicking the castanets.

Her eyes happened to meet the boy's, whose mind was clouded with more than just the Sangria wine, now.

Just as he thought she couldn't get any better.

The girl quirked an exquisite lip upward, smiling just enough for Jungkook to go absolutely nuts.

With one last tap, she turned, her back exposed to the audience, and stilled.

It was over.

The performance was over.

Silence.

Absolute silence engulfed the room.

It was horrifying for Jungkook, as his entire body was screaming, crying for one girl only.

Swallowing, he put his hands up, and clapped.

Once. Twice.

The woman's eyes snapped to Jungkook's.

And as the rest of the audience caught on, going mad as it cheered, Jungkook gave her his best smile.

She looked away quickly, bowing and leaving the stage in an instant.

The boy let her go. He couldn't come for her now. He wasn't sure he'd be able to function if he saw her so soon.

But one thing was for sure.

Jeon Jungkook wasn't going to forget her name anytime soon.

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