Translation for Spanish words
used in this chapter —
Ido — gone
Chico — boy
Buenos Dias — good day
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.
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❝You make the stars jealous, mi amor.❞ - In which the richest, most eligible bachelor of Seville lusts for a flamenco dancer below his class. Romance/Comedy - Highest ranking: #559 in Fanfiction #1 in Spain Reached...