Casanova | Jungkook | ✓

dos | rosas

"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."

-

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.