Translation for Spanish words
used in this chapter —

Ido — gone
Chico — boy
Buenos Dias — good day

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"Kim Taehyung?"

Jungkook shot a confused look towards his father. "I swear I've heard the name."

Sir Jeon clicked his tongue. "I've mentioned him in the past, but he hasn't done a stunt this big before."

He whipped out a cigar, fishing for a match. "Though I wonder if it is big or not."

"How does that make a difference? He's still unhappy. He still wants change either way."

Lighting up a match, the boy's father hovered it under his fat cigar, the tip burning amber. "I don't care whether he wants change. I want this nonsense stopped."

Puffing out grey smoke, he said, "I want you to do it, Jungkook."

The boy's hands tightened on the leash. "What?"

"You heard me." Another long drag. "Stop the riot. I don't care how you do it. Just end it."

Jungkook felt his mood darkening. "But Papa-"

"Don't argue with me, chico," Sir Jeon cut him off. "Taehyung wouldn't be much bother, so don't get worried over that.

"And plus," he added, tipping the ash on the concrete, "please do something other than running after women for once."

"Hey!" Jungkook turned his horse from the estate. "I don't always do that."

The look his father gave him said otherwise. "Whatever," he sighed. "At least they're all ladies of our class."

He scowled, a cruel purse of his thin lips. "Dios forbid if you got yourself involved with a flamenco dancer."

The urge to roll his chocolate eyes was too great. "I know, Papa," he gritted out. "You've said it many times before."

And every single time it aggravated him. What's the issue with being with a dancer? Or what's the big problem with spending your life with a less unfortunate woman than himself?

"Don't go off topic," Sir Jeon snapped. Taking a good drag of his rapidly shrinking cigar, he waved his son off. "Now go and find a way to settle that rebellion out."

Sighing, Jungkook could only oblige his orders, as he urged Coco to start galloping to the route of the vineyards.

Jeon territory was quite far away, settled in the countryside where all the resources of his father's wine were grown and made into the household item in all of Spain.

Being the dangerous horse rider, he galloped faster than he should have, nearly crashing into several carriages in one road.

The risky riding paid off though, as his eyes revealed the lines of grape vines stretched across huge fields, going beyond his vision and into the larger hills.

The blue-black splotches of the grapes became sharper as he came closer, the fruit begging to be picked and made into a liquid form of joy and ecstasy.

When he arrived at the gates, Jungkook stayed on his horse as he looked over the scene.

Men and women. A few children. Gathered in a large crowd behind the gates.

The man at the front of them all turned around.

Jungkook crinkled his nose.

He looked a mess.

His brown hair was dishevelled, his face dirty, his clothes tattered and used to the thread. The boy was surprised he'd some shoes to wear.

Despite the filth, he was a handsome man. A potential to be a full lord alongside Jungkook and have the same women as him chasing the dirty boy.

"Are you the leader of this...uprising?" the boy called out.

The worker flashed him a smirk. "I am a believer of equality, señor, but I'm honoured you think so."

Jungkook snorted, pulling at the reins. "You must be Kim Taehyung."

His grin didn't leave him as he mocked a bow, right to the waist. "The one and only."

The peasant made him want to laugh. If only he wasn't the one in the uprising.

Jungkook got off his horse, dusting himself before nearing the man in a careful stroll.

"And why are you causing trouble?"

It was Taehyung's turn to let out a snort. "Me? Causing trouble?"

He looked to the crowd behind him before turning to the boy again. "I'm only standing up for what I believe is right, señor."

A vigilant step forward. "And what do you think is right?"

Taehyung's smirk darkened. "Better wages. Healthier conditions. We're dying out slowly, and it's cause of that father of yours."

Although the accusation was thrown towards his supposedly most precious being in his life, he didn't feel particularly angry when the man threw it. "Has Papa never spoken to you about change?"

A sarcastic scoff. "Whatever actions he's planned in favour for us, they've not been carried out. And I'm sick of it. We want a raise, and we want it now!"

The crowd behind him cheered. It made Jungkook a little vulnerable, knowing he was the only boy here on the opposite side, with nothing but sharp wit and risky sugarcoating to back him up.

Dios, just think of anything.

"So, señor," Taehyung cooed, crossing his arms. "What's it gonna be? By hook or by crook?"

Jungkook eyed the crowd.

Seeing the desperation in their faces, the glimmer of hope catching in the kids' eyes...it somehow made him feel guilty.

I never even knew.

He shook his head though.

No, no, no! What if they're tricking you?! What if their work isn't even that laborious? What if they're just trying to drain your family's pockets of their well earned pesetas?

"I'll..." Jungkook started. "I'll think about it."

He swore he saw the workers' hope flickering. "What?!" Taehyung snapped.

"You heard me." The boy turned on his heel, walking back to Coco. "I'll think on it."

"Y-you can't only just think on it," Taehyung stammered. "Think about the people who work for you!"

"First of all, you don't work for me. You work for my father."

The boy lifted himself atop the horse. "Secondly," he continued, grabbing the leash, "You need us more than we need you. They're thousands like you in Seville, struggling for unemployment. If you're more trouble than you're worth, then we'll just give the others a chance."

The undisputed leader of the group blinked, his mouth dropping open at the words Jungkook spat.

"Buenos dias, Kim Taehyung."

The horse, with a loud neigh, sprinted away from the crowd, and way back home.

Satisfaction tugged the boy's lips upwards.

Hopefully, I'd never have to see them again.

-

Four days had passed since that incident, in which Jungkook thought he'd taught a rather high-spirited rebel good lesson.

However, the boy's mind was occupied somewhere else. Somewhere he thought was far more important.

Today's Aeri's performance. If that friend of hers was telling the truth, then it's tonight.

Excitement rushed through his mind and soul like a lightening strike, engulfing his body in a plethora of nerves.

He'd especially dressed up for the occasion, wearing his best suit and shirt, a waistcoat underneath for warmth and a red sash around his neck for added fashion.

His hair was always best curly, so he left it like that. He knew by the time he'd have approached his amor tonight his locks would be a lover's disarray, courtesy of her hands.

Through midday he had wished for the moon, his friend in need to cloak in the sun and spill the night, coat it lightly with the shimmering stars.

Oh, mierda, Jungkook was too damn excited.

Finally, the evening passed, and his amigo had come to say hello, the sun bidding goodbye and welcoming its daily slumber.

The nurse was out giving Piccolo it's nightly walk, although she made sure to give Jungkook a good verbal lashing about manners and chivalry.

The boy wasn't bothered today.

No, for tonight, he'd see his awaited woman.

The carriage came at the right time, Jungkook jumping right in.

It drove him to his destination instantly, he rushing out from the carriage and into the bar.

Of course, with Aeri Alvarez being tonight's entertainment, the bar was packed, mostly with men just like him, lusting over a woman touched by the devil himself.

A spark of arrogance ignited within him. But you know that you're better for her than any of these shitheads here. You are Jeon fucking Jungkook.

And with those in mind, he ordered his regular, this time money secured in his pocket before splashing Jin's cash.

Taking his usual seat, he swerved his chair around, eyeing the illuminated stage before him.

Kim Namjoon stepped onto it, dimpling his smile as he welcomed his guests to his bar yet again.

"You all know who you're awaiting, am I right?"

A cheer was the manager's answer.

Chuckling, he continued, "Well, let's not keep you all waiting any longer."

He spread his arm out, gesturing to the darkness beyond the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Aeri Alvarez!"

The crowd went wild, even before she arrived.

It showed, really. How much that woman had danced over their hearts.

She certainly danced over mine.

Jungkook awaited the tapping of her heels. The clicking of her castanets.

He heard nothing, though.

Just the silence after the audience stopped cheering.

Namjoon's smile stretched to the point of facial damage. He said louder, "Ladies and gentlemen, Aeri Alvarez!"

This time the people now squinted their eyes at the stage, hoping for a red flanked goddess to prance on the stage and captivate them just as she had the first time.

Another minute and the murmuring began.

"Why isn't she coming-"

"Is it not her performance-"

"All that money for nothing-"

Jungkook knitted his brows in confusion, trying to lock eyes with Namjoon. What the fuck is going on?

The manager was too busy looking behind the stage, in hopes to find an Aeri Alvarez just joking around.

"Uh...excuse us for a second-"

Namjoon hurried backstage, leaving an unsettled crowd turning louder, more restless in its wait to be astounded.

The boy swirled his drink in an attempt to soothe his simmering impatience.

Where is she? Where is the highlight of my week?

It seemed the question would be answered as Namjoon came running back on the stage, a look of nervousness and shock mingling in his face.

"Um, I..." the man started. "Well you see-"

A man at the front said to spit it out.

Namjoon gulped.

"Well, you see..."

He sighed.

"Aeri Alvarez is gone."

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