Translation for Spanish words
used in this chapter—

Peligro — danger

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Jeon Jungkook had never really been able to get over what his best friend had said that day.

He had shrugged that declaration off at first. Didn't think it seemed like much, because he knew Park Jimin and his flirtatious ways. That boy was not capable of loving someone for so long.

But there he was, wishing her a good morning whenever he woke up, complimenting Aeri whenever she wore something vibrant, looking at her like that flamenco dancer was the only girl that existed in his crescent eyes.

He looked at her in a way which made Jungkook's blood boil to the bone.

What could he do though? Jimin was his best friend, a boy he'd craved to see for so long, and now he was back he'd spent all his time on a girl Jungkook wasn't keen on sharing. At all.

But like he said, Jimin was his best friend. He'd understand his feelings, and then leave Aeri alone. Maybe that thought alone was what kept the young boy sane for the past few weeks.

Once again, he pondered in his hammock, wind teasing his messy curls as he swayed in the air, catching his father heading his way.

Jungkook didn't bother sitting up as he greeted him. "Hola, Papá. Off again?"

Sir Jeon twisted his dark grey mustache, watching the boy lay arrogantly like a Roman emperor. "Sit up straight when you're talking to me, chico."

Grumbling, Jungkook hitched up higher in his hammock, crossing his arms as looked up at his father. "Better?" he muttered.

"Hmm. I'll be gone again to get permission to extend my vineyards. Might take me a few days."

The old man turned to the other boy leaned against the wall, watching Aeri cradle her son. "I was going to let you have some time with Jimin, but he has...other interests."

Jungkook wished his father didn't mention Jimin's other interests as he pursed his thin lips. "You know him and I have our ways with women."

"Whatever those ways are, chico, I don't give a bull's arse. Trying to woo a scullery maid is the last thing I'd want Señor Park knowing of his son when I write to him this weekend. He's your friend, here to see you. Don't just ignore him like a mardy toddler."

With that, Sir Jeon, with the swift turn of his black coat, left the estate, leaving behind a rather conflicted son.

His father, even if he didn't want to admit it, was right. He had to actually interact with his friend, rather than watch him gawk at his amor like a piece of meat.

So, with uplifted spirits, Jungkook heaved off his resting place, heading over to the duo, one rocking a child and the other gazing lovingly at the first.

Aeri looked up at the boy's oncoming footsteps, and almost sighed in relief. "Ah, Señor!"

She raised Jihoo forward to him, the child close to tears. "Once again the boy will not sleep. You wouldn't mind if you-"

Jungkook took the toddler in his arms before she even finished her sentence. "Don't worry, I remember many of Mama's lullabies."

Just as he opened his mouth to sing to the child, Jimin said, "Wait, I want to hold him too!"

He looked to the mother, a gentle request misting in his eyes. Aeri nodded hesitantly, clasping her hands together.

Jungkook watched her the entire time Jimin took Jihoo from him. The latter was on his way to sing to him when suddenly the little boy burst out crying.

Jimin jumped in panic from those tears flooding from Jihoo's eyes, he quite clueless on what the actual fuck to do on stopping this.

Aeri, on instinct, snatched her child from Jimin's arms, being very open in knifing his face with a glare.

Cheeks flushing in slight embarrassment, the blond boy turned to Jungkook. "Children," he drawled, "So incredibly hard to manage."

Jungkook only have him a look before facing Aeri, a smile creeping up his lips as he held his arms out. "May I?"

Without hesitation the girl handed her son to the boy, Jihoo instantly calming down in Jungkook's arms.

Again the boy worked his magic on the baby, singing softly to him.

Jihoo snuggled into Jungkook's chest, murmuring lil dribbles that made no sense whatsoever.

Aeri was ready to take her child back when her son made a little noise.

"D-da...." the boy mumbled out, naked innocence shining through his grin. "Dada..."

The girl amongst the group gasped, a delicate hand rushing to those now calmed lips from that incident.

"Did he just—"

"Call you his Papá?" Jimin finished off, his usual mischievous eyes wide with shock.

Even Jungkook felt himself hitch in a breath.

Papá.

"Uh..."

He looked down at the child, a precious bundle of life encircled in his strong arms as it slumbered into its own little world.

A certain warmth crept inside of him. He didn't know why, but a smile melted onto his lips, just watching the boy sleep.

"Don't mind me asking, you both, but is this child..."

Both Aeri and Jungkook whipped their heads to the blond boy, a saccharine smile adorning his lips despite the frown in his eyes.

The girl wasted no time firing down his accusation. "No," she said thickly, scooping up her son from her boss' arms, careful not to wake him up. "Señor Jeon here is certainly not the father."

Jungkook's eyebrows furrowed when he saw Jimin's shoulders sag with what he could guess was relief.

He was about to comment on it when the gates thundered with pressure from the outside.

All heads turned to entrance, two hands grabbing the sharp points jutting out a trail at the top.

With a hard groan from the opposite side, a head emerged, and then a whole body, the feet swerving over the gates, causing the boy to land hard on the concrete.

Standing up, he shook his head vigorously, flicking his brown locks to reveal his face, the son of this estate not surprised at all to see Kim Taehyung.

The named person, after noticing Jungkook recognising him, flashed him a wild grin.

"Buenos dias," he drawled, looking over at the crowd. "Sorry to disturb like this—"

As he assessed the crowd, his eyes caught sight of Jimin, and all over his body stilled. His mischievous demeanour dropped like a pin in the silence, his mouth darkened, and his eyes hardened up.

Yet that rocky gaze stayed on the blond boy. It didn't, couldn't seem to let him go.

"Señor," Taehyung guttered out to Jungkook, eyes still on the latter. "I'd like a word."

He only raised an eyebrow, surprised at the boy's sudden change of tone. "Taehyung, what's wrong—"

"Por. Favor. Señor," he ground out, each word like an effort to his throat.

Puzzled completely, he looked back on Jimin and Aeri, the girl gazing at Taehyung with sisterly concern in her eyes while the other stood still too, recognising the peasant who'd tried to murder him with his looks.

"Eh...excuse me, gentlemen—" Jimin turned to Aeri, "Señorita."

He then went back inside the mansion, steps more hurried as he vanished within seconds into the dark halls.

Jungkook didn't even open his mouth when Taehyung snapped at him.

"Why the fuck is that bastard in your house?!"

Aeri shushed him, jerking her head towards the baby. "Careful, you numpty, you'll wake him up!" she then sighed. "You both get on, I'll tuck him into bed."

When the dancer was out of sight too, Taehyung raised his voice.

"I thought you said he wouldn't come here till later on!"

"Well I didn't know either, okay?" Jungkook shot back, stuffing his fisted hands in the thin silk pockets. "He showed up at my doorstep out of the blue without notice."

"Oh bloody hell—" Taehyung kept cursing, pacing around his boss till the latter held out an arm to stop him.

"Tae," The younger asked, tone quiet yet not soft, "Why does Jimin's presence irk you?"

The elder did not answer his question, instead looking down at his tattered shoes with his hands clasped behind him, teeth gritted.

"He's your best friend, señor," Taehyung only said. "You would not believe me, and knowing your father, will probably beat me up for it too."

Something slumped within the boy when he heard that. "You really think I'd rat you out to my father?" Jungkook murmured.

Taehyung sighed. "Well I don't know, you know?!" He exclaimed. "Now that Goldilocks has come into the picture it's all gone downhill." He then lowered his voice. "Dios only knows what's going on in that head of his."

"Oh, forget about Jimin, tell me why you're really here."

The peasant, shaking his head vigorously, looked to Jungkook.

"Money. Your father has yet again failed to give us money."

The boy didn't even know what to say at this point. "Well, I can't go back to Papá's chequebook. I may be lucky first time but it's not going to work again."

"Señor, believe me that the workers thanked you for your efforts, but it's been over a month and still Sir Jeon fails to provide for us."

Jungkook pressed a finger to his lip in thought. "It's a small miracle you haven't gone on strike," He mused, turning his grim smirk towards his worker. "One would think you want us aristocrats to fall."

Taehyung returned his smirk with something a little softer. "I've thought about it a lot. Rioting against your family. We both know my Papá has done it.

"But you know why I haven't made that decision, señor?" He asked him, a questioning look in his deep eyes.

"Because I care."

Jungkook only raised his brows. Surely that was pure bullshit.

"I see the look on your face, señor. You don't have to believe me, but it's the truth."

The boy glanced at the peasant, a soft aura adorning his usual gruff presence.

Obviously he was surprised. Why would a poor labourer ever care for his shit boss enough to not enact his downfall? He knew that he most certainly would have ground his to pieces.

"Maybe it's that Aeri and Jihoo live under your roof too," Taehyung continued. "I would never burn this house to the ground with them still in it."

A sudden smile caressed his lips. "Or maybe it's that you're the only rich boy who ever gave a shit about the unfortunate around him. And for that, señor, I will be eternally grateful."

Jungkook couldn't help returning that smile.

Well what was he to do? Could he even say no to all that Taehyung had just said, wave it off as if it had no effect on him whatsoever?

A silent curse was his reaction. If only Jeon Jungkook was as cold as his ancestors.

"Taehyung."

The named boy raised his head, brown locks flicking with the movement. "Si?"

Jungkook patted him on the shoulder. "Stay here. I'll fetch you your money."

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"Aha!"

Jungkook whipped out the chequebook, more concealed than it was the last time he had put the object back in his father's drawers.

Whatever. At least Papá hasn't said anything about it.

Grabbing a quill from the ink pot he quickly wrote down the sum, the signature of Sir Jeon already scrawled upon the cheque.

He was about to rip the paper when a voice made him nearly jump out of his skin.

"Jungkook?"

Looking up, he saw Jimin's head pop out the grand door of the bedchamber. Curiosity lined the boy's angelic features.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

The younger stood rooted to the spot, the nearly ripped cheque still perched in between his fingers.

Quickly finishing the job, he went round his father's desk, to Jimin leaning at the doorway.

Jungkook was about to pocket the pricey paper till his best friend caught a glance at it.

The hefty figure written there too.

"Cristo, Kook, what is that for?" he asked with no small amount of shock.

It was obvious that the boy did not want to discuss the reason. He may be his best friend but lending money to peasants to do them a favour is frowned upon in rich Seville society.

"Don't worry about it, amigo," Jungkook assured him, plastering a smile on his face. "Just some...unfinished business for Papá."

Jimin nodded hesitantly, staring out the window on the left at Taehyung's figure waiting outside on the courtyard.

"I..." the boy mumbled. "I'll be in my room."

Jungkook only headed downstairs and outside, watching the peasant wait anxiously for his and his friends' wages.

The entire time the boy prayed to God that Jimin didn't think too much of the cheque.

But unfortunately for the playboy, it seems luck decided to abandon him when it needed him most.

For Jimin catching sight of that damned check will be the root of all problems that are going to threaten him in the very near future.

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Hey guys!

So I came back from the dead to post a chapter after a m o n t h cause I'm such a bitch I'm so soRRy GCSES are s h i t

BuT YALL 100K IS COMING IM 2K AWAY FUCK I THINK IM GONNA COMBUST FUCKFUCKFUCK

so since I'm mega proud of achieving this milestone, I really wanted to do something, but I actually don't know what, so if any of you got suggestions hmu ;)

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