Casanova | Jungkook | ✓

veintitres | esperanza

Translation for Spanish words
used in this chapter—

Esperanza — hope
Lo sé — I know
Niñito — little boy

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It was amazing how Park Jimin couldn't take a fucking hint.

Everyday Jungkook watched him try to court Aeri as she worked, the blond failing in his efforts to sweeten up the girl into his honey like trap of his arms.

Even though he was always unsuccessful, that still didn't stop the bursts of jealousy striking Jungkook like a lightening strike every damned day. He couldn't do anything, for if he tried to woo her she'd give him the exact same treatment she's giving Jimin.

And that really drove him to insanity.

He, not being able to stop himself, would always set her more tasks whenever Jimin tried to approach her, varying from cleaning around the courtyard to fetching any type of fruit or vegetable that comes to his mind in the heat of the moment.

It aggravated Aeri a lot. He could just tell by the slight tick in her cheek, the curt sigh that passes from her luscious lips. But what could she do? She was a maid, and doing endless chores was what she was getting paid for.

It was another one of those times when Jungkook was feeding Coco sugar cubes from his palms when he heard the hurried footsteps of his best friend, going into the kitchens to be humiliated once again by the dancer.

Quickly dread rose up inside of him, stroking the horse's mane in adieu before running from the stables to the courtyard, catching Jimin leaning against the doorframe, eyeing something inside, out of Jungkook's view.

But he didn't need clarification on who he was watching. The man has the same look when he gazes at the exact point of interest.

Instantly the boy rained on his friend's parade, slapping his back with an over-enthusiastic hand.

"Jimin!" He practically screeched out, looking around the kitchen. There she was, in front of the stove, heating up fresh milk for Jihoo.

Hearing Jungkook's declaration had her instantly murmuring curses under her breath. Poor girl, had to deal with two dashing men practically obsessed with her.

Aeri turned around, a sickly sweet smile plastering her mouth as she simpered out, "What do you both want, señors?"

"Oh, me?" Jimin asked, a mockery of innocence in his voice. "I was just...looking around. Nothing to do, see, in such a big house."

The girl raised a brow, raising the gas before turning to Jungkook. "And what's your excuse?"

He only crossed his arms, eyeing the dancer so walled up against everyone else. "My excuse, señorita, is that this is my house. I get to do whatever I want here."

"Of course it was," she muttered, rolling her eyes as she turned back to her warming milk. "It seems that this half assed excuse just never gets old."

Jimin let out a hearty chuckle which had his best friend burning a shade of red. He went close to the girl, watching carefully over her shoulder. "That for your child?"