Translation for Spanish words
used in this chapter —disculpa — apology
Yo también — me too
cúmbila — buddy-
Jeon Jungkook could only stare at the boy. His best friend.
His once black hair had bleached into a golden blond, quiffed effortlessly, the Sun shining it as if the light gold locks were its own doing, each strand made by the sliver of its burning rays. His chubby cheeks had not lost much of its baby fat, quirked up to his crescent-like eyes due to his mouth widening up to the stars.
His smile. He had not lost his glorious grin even after three years.
Park Jimin's eyes almost laughed at his friend's reaction. "It's been a while, amigo."
Dear Dios, that term nearly had Jungkook breaking down there and then.
His amigo. His mejor amigo.
Jeon Jungkook let out noise crossed between a excited screech and a painful sob.
"Jimin!"
And he bolted towards the boy, not giving a bull's arse that he was in his nightrobes, that his father was watching or maybe even the whole fucking world, because all he cared about was giving him the biggest hug ever.
The raging boy flung himself onto his friend, his body smackin against the guest's so hard he was sent back to crash against the carriage with a hard thud!
Jungkook ignored Jimin's gasp, drowned out by this soft laughter that had the former tightening his grip, enveloping his friend in the fiercest embrace ever mustered up.
"You have no fucking idea," he rasped out, "How much I missed you, Jimin."
"Yo también, amigo," the blond murmured back. "Yo también."
It was like forever hurried into a few minutes with how long the embrace lasted until Jimin finally pulled back, looking at his friend with the brotherly affection Jungkook had been craving for the past years.
He then chuckled out. "You really need a damn shower."
Jungkook looked down at his thin silky robes, rolling his eyes. "Well if you'd told me you'd be coming today I'd be smelling quite swell, thank you very much."
"Ah, come on," Jimin said, slinging an arm around his friend, "I've got so much to tell you."
"Don't burn the house down this time," Sir Jeon called behind them, paying the carriage fare and stalking after the budding boys.
Jimin entered the estate first, looking around at any changes made while he was absent.
Jungkook had assured him that he had not made one furniture movement, not one colour scheme or anything remotely to giving this home a little change of scenery.
The former did not mind. In fact, felt a little touched over how this boy had waited so patiently for him over these years.
"Ah, Jungkook, did I miss this home," he voiced out, spreading his arms wide to take in all that he saw with those crescent eyes. "Slag that, did I miss my country!"
"It was certainly quieter around here when you left," remarked the older man as he stepped past them, hooded figure looking back. "I'm going to go inside boys, so if you need anything, just ask."
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