Casanova | Jungkook | ✓

seis | asado

He turned around.

Yoongi raised a brow. Jungkook ignored it, his eyes on a certain woman once more.

Mustering up his strength, he opened his mouth.

Go on. Tell her you want her.

"Wh-When is your next dance?"

Close enough.

Aeri Alvarez pursed her ruby red lips, lowering her eyes in thought.

The other man, so called Hobi, answered, "Well, definitely not tonight."

The boy's heart sank. "Any specific dates?" He insisted.

The persisting he did made him want to slap himself, but at this point he didn't care. Any excuse to see La Amor of Seville is good enough for me.

"You'll find out like the others," Yoongi snarled. "And haven't I told you to get out-"

Jungkook turned to Hobi, desperation wavering his face.

The man pressed a finger to his lips, eyes moving upwards. "Well, there is one in four days, but I doubt that'll happen after that argument with Namjoon-"

"Hobi," Aeri snapped.

Jungkook quirked a brow. Argument?

Seeing the sudden mood change had the flamenco dancer in rage. "It's none of your business, culo. Now leave us or it won't be my hands I'll slap you with next time."

The boy's eyes trailed down to her heels, glistening in the candle light.

Maldito, that shit hurts.

"I'll leave, I'll leave," he started, raising his hands in surrender.

He backed up several steps, standing at the doorway as he smiled at Hobi.

"Thank you...?" he trailed off, tilting his head.

"Jung Hoseok," the redhead replied for him, returning Jungkook's smile with a sun-like grin.

Not bothering to bid Yoongi a goodbye, he turned to Aeri, that red heel tapping against the wooden floors.

Of course, the boy just couldn't contain the smirk playing on his lips.

"We'll meet again, mi amor."

And before Yoongi could kill him where he stood, Jeon Jungkook bolted out the door, running out the white hallways and into the bar.

Namjoon and Jin were conversing amongst themselves when he slowed down before them, heaving slightly from the short run.

The former, upon the boy's sudden arrival, turned to greet him with the same dimpled smile he graced Jin with. "Jungkook!"

"That's...my..." a deep breath. "Name."

Jin looked at the exhausted boy, slowly taking his wine glass away from him. "What's made you all hot and bothered?"

Standing up straighter, Jungkook turned back to see the ebony haired man running towards him like a crazed animal.

Seeing his boss, however, made him stop instantly. "Mierda- Señor Kim," he blurted, straightening himself.

Namjoon's smile faltered when he saw him. "Yoongi," he said, his usual charming voice dulling. "What do you think you're doing?"

The man, ruffled his black hair, trying extremely hard not to glare at the youngest among the group. "Nothing, jefe," he muttered.

"That didn't look like 'nothing'," Namjoon jeered.

After a heavy sigh, he took a long sip of his drink. "Ugh, just go back to your room, Yoongi," he ordered, dismissing him with a flick of his fingers.

The musician looked ready to burn this entire building down. He didn't say anything though, as he went back, flashing Jungkook a stare.

It's not over, brat.

The younger could only give him a small smile, just to piss him off a little more.

"Honestly," Namjoon mumbled, shaking his head at the faraway man.

Jin took a careful sip of his Sangria, making sure to keep it away from his friend. "Does he do it often?"

The owner of the bar nodded. "Constant arguing, that moody musician does. The dancer usually leads it though."

Jungkook's ears perked up. "You mean Aeri?" he asked.

"Who else?" Namjoon swirled the wine in his glass. "She's a charm to my wallet, but at this rate I'll be ready to fire her-"

The boy just managed to bite down his gasp. "Fire her? Are you crazy?!"

"Why?" Jin suddenly asked, a grin spreading on his lips. "A lovebird like you keen on seeing her everyday here?"

Jungkook gave him a glare which had Namjoon chuckling. "It was just a thought. I mean, we've got a performance scheduled for her along with Yoongi and the redhead-"

"Hoseok?" The younger piped.

"Ah yes, him," he confirmed. "Anyway, if they cause no trouble, then I welcome the trio here for however long they want to stay. But anymore of their third class rebellion and they're out."

Oh God. Jungkook looked back at the door, leading to Aeri Alvarez's private rooms.

His then focused outside the window ahead of Jin, catching the sun halfway through its daily course of shining its light upon the city.

"I must leave you gentlemen," Jungkook started, smiling at them both. "And Jin, I promise to pay for those drinks."

The latter only gave him a look. "Don't even bother," he said.

Bidding them both a goodbye, the boy exited the bar, spotting Coco casually standing next to the lamppost.

Untying the leash, he climbed atop it, and ordered it to race back home.

The horse obeyed, galloping through the same route he'd taken before, past the post office where his letter now sat.

Once he arrived at the red and white estate, he was surprised to find his father at the gates, face graver than usual.

Jungkook did not jump off his horse as he asked, "What's wrong, papa?"

"A strike," the old man answered, brows knitting in cold fury. "In the vineyards. An over ambitious boy raised a crowd of workers and demanded for more money."

"Any idea who that boy is?" he asked.

"Oh yes," his father answered, scoffing. "An old worker of mine. He goes by the name of Kim Taehyung."

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