Translation for Spanish words
used in this chapter —
Pregunta — question
One year later...
Jeon Jungkook waited in anticipation.
Up and down, up and down, he walked, to the main door, then the gates, over and over till he nearly fell over from the dizziness.
Any minute now, any minute now...
"Chico, stay still!" The nurse's voice called from the kitchens, but Jungkook did not hear from the noise inside his mind, threatening to shatter his brain.
Come on, mi amor, where are you, why haven't you arrived already—
Even Piccolo failed to distract him from his troubles, following his owner closely as he looked up with what seemed like concern in his little black eyes.
His boots thudded with each step, getting faster and faster, wasting his energy from his sheer nervousness.
Any minute now—
The iron gates did not open an inch till Jungkook bolted towards them.
He wrenched them open, expecting the love of his life.
His face fell immediately.
Kim Taehyung cackled at his friend's icy welcome. "Gee, amigo, afternoon to you too," he greeted, stepping inside the walls of the estate. "Do stop scowling, Jungkook, it'll hurt your face."
"Fuck off, Tae," Jungkook hissed, waving him off before turning his back to him, locking his hands behind and striding away from the worker.
The latter only laughed further, catching up with him. "Don't be so glum, hombre! She's coming back today."
"I know," he bit back, continuing his pacing. "It's been a month since she's gone for the dances, Tae. Let me be nervous."
It was true. Ever since Gloria's wedding, Aeri had the greatest desire to dance once again. She had received a plethora of offers, this time from outside Seville and in bigger places such as Madrid, Barcelona, Malaga and other cities which wished to promote flamenco dancing. Of course, Jungkook encouraged her to follow her dreams. She had helped him follow his, let's him still follow the dream, so why would he not let her do the same?
"Nervous? Tonto, you should be excited!" Taehyung slung an arm around Jungkook. "What are the nerves for?"
The man stared at him, hands going in his pockets.
"Sit," Jungkook said, gesturing to the hammock. Taehyung, after giving him a look, obliged, leaning back into the knitted bed.
"Now will you tell me why you're trying to soil some perfectly adequate pants?"
The head of the estate closed his eyes, feeling queasy standing. One of his pocketed hands palmed a small, velvet covered box.
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