Translation for Spanish words
used in this chapter —
Asado — roasted
Cabrón — dumbass
Maldito — damn
Jefe — boss
Anger branded Aeri Alvarez's face as she glared at the boy, smiling stupidly at her. "What are you doing here?"
The man squatted beside him turned to the dancer, pointing a thumb at the boy. "You know this guy?"
Aeri's eyes didn't leave Jungkook's, frown deepening at an alarming rate. "Who doesn't?" A soft scoff. "He's Sir Jeon's only child. Jeon Jungkook."
The boy hitched in a breath. She spat his name like a curse, but to him it sounded like a song.
Jungkook's eyes flickered to the fingers, snapping in front of his face.
"Have a little self respect," the man drawled, heaving himself up from his position, gesturing to to the boy.
Quickly Jungkook scrambled upwards, gathering all sense of pride he possessed before he came here.
It was all gone now. Smashed into smithereens the moment he fell flat on his face.
Dusting himself excessively, he turned to the two, staring him down like an intruder caught red-handed.
"Now," Aeri started, crossing her arms. "Why are you here when I told you never to come near me?"
Jungkook opened his mouth, only to find it empty of excuses.
Say something, cabrón. Anything that comes out your mouth.
"I never knew Sir Jeon's son was mute," the man at Aeri's side remarked.
"Oh, he knows how to talk, Yoongi," she hissed. "Wouldn't stop the first time I had the misfortune to meet him."
"Look, mi amor, I-"
Saw the sudden fury flare in Yoongi's eyes and knew right there and then he said the wrong thing.
The man suddenly fisted Jungkook's waistcoat, pulling him closer as he gritted out,"Who do you think you are to call Aeri that-"
He was sure to beat up the boy if it weren't for another man entering the room.
"Aeri, I put him to bed-"
He stopped, realising the scene before him.
A nervous chuckle escaped him as he fixed his brown longcoat. "Am I interrupting something?"
"He was just leaving," the girl muttered, giving Yoongi a knowing look.
The latter stared at her for a long time.
Sighing heavily, he let Jungkook go, but not before turning to him, skinning him alive with his glare. "Get out," he snapped.
The boy instantly nodded, turning on his heel to leave.
Wait a minute.
Who is he to tell me what to do?
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