Fanfic in Spanish for votes
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NamJoon
Has it ever happened to you that once you meet or recognize someone from your school, you start seeing them everywhere?
NamJoon
That's exactly what happened. After HoSeok told him who he was, he started seeing Kim SeokJin everywhere.
NamJoon
And really, how had I not noticed him before? The boy attracted everyone's attention when he entered a room.
NamJoon
He walked down the hallways with a firm stride, the two boys Hobi called bitches always trailing behind him...
NamJoon
She could tell how attractive he was: his figure, his shoulders, his flawless face, his almost perfect, round, pink lips...
NamJoon
I also noticed that his style was very elegant and glamorous; he never repeated an outfit. The boy had money; he had expensive designer clothes...
NamJoon
But he also understood why HoSeok hated him so much, although he wouldn't use the word "whore," he felt there was another word that described him better:
NamJoon
Bitch
NamJoon
Why in the feminine? I'm sorry, but in the masculine it doesn't have the same impact.
NamJoon
You know what he means, right? A bitch, not like "his bitches" as his cousin referred to the dark-haired man's servants.
NamJoon
but that kind of bitch like Regina George
NamJoon
He always got everything he wanted, everyone desired him, everyone feared him, and he was so damn perfect that...
Kookie
—Uh... Hyung? May I?
NamJoon
He came out of his thoughts, looking at his pupil, his only pupil, with a pleading look towards him
NamJoon
-That?
Kookie
-Can I go to the bathroom?
NamJoon
—Yah! Jungkook—the boy protested— I told you not to ask permission for that! We're in your house!
The redhead nodded and without another word ran to his bathroom
NamJoon
She ignored the tenderness the child showed her and sighed, leaning back on the table...
NamJoon
Jungkook was a 13-year-old boy, barely in the junior high section, HoSeok's parents were friends of his parents
NamJoon
So when the redhead said that his cousin gave English tutoring, Kookie's parents immediately contacted him.
NamJoon
Nobody warned NamJoon that the boy was really bad at English.
NamJoon
But above all, he was shy, very, too shy, excessively shy, to the point of blushing every time Nam spoke to him...
Kookie
"Come back," she smiled at her tutor as she sat down beside him. "I'm back."
NamJoon
—Can you try reading this again? I pointed to some sentences I had written for the child.
NamJoon
—Hyung, I really try but...
-Am at home!
Both boys turned towards where the voice came from, Nam rolled his eyes as he saw a teenager almost his age enter the place
JiMin
—Ahhh Namie is here~
NamJoon
—Hola, JiMin
NamJoon
The blue-haired boy (a truly new color, as just last week his hair was red, as he recalled) walked along swaying his hips
NamJoon
Of course he would do that, it was Park Jimin, it only took him a few weeks at school to get to know him
NamJoon
Because the boy might be underage and not even in the high school section yet, but he definitely had a reputation.
NamJoon
Good or bad? That depends on who you ask...
NamJoon
But if Namjoon had to describe it in one word, it would definitely be:
NamJoon
Flirtatious
The blue-crowned pigeon approached them and stood beside them at a prudent but sufficient distance to appreciate it.
JiMin
"Has my little brother made any progress?" she chuckled, looking at the blond boy. "He's really terrible at English, isn't he?"
Kookie
"Oh my God, shut up!" he exclaimed. "You don't know any English either!"
JiMin
—But I didn't fail my course, so shut the hell up
Kookie
Without understanding, I looked for his tutor for some help, but he just looked away. "Yours, just in case!"
JiMin
—We have the same mother, Kook...
Kookie
"Whatever," the redhead settled into his seat. "You only passed because one of the dumb girls behind you gave you the homework."
JiMin
"Does that matter?" he laughed. "Success comes from methods, not knowledge. Remember that." "Is it true that you succeed with methods?"
Kookie
—Even if that means messing with a teacher...
JiMin
—I didn't do that!
Kookie
—The school loudspeakers say something else!
NamJoon
Rio, impressed to see his little pupil express himself so freely and without a blush on his cheeks
NamJoon
He felt a little bad, thinking that the child wasn't comfortable with him...
Kookie
"Besides, what are you doing here?" he asked. "Didn't you have classes yet?"
JiMin
The blue-haired man shrugged. "Does it even matter?" "
Kookie
—Mom will care
JiMin
He smiled smugly and leaned towards his brother to whisper something Nam couldn't hear.
JiMin
—If you tell Mom about this, I'll tell Namjoon hyung that I saw you printing a picture of him yesterday...
Kookie
—You wouldn't dare...
JiMin
—Try me —satisfied with seeing his brother blush, he laughed and stepped away from him —I'm going to my room, see you NamJoonie
JiMin
By the way, those leather pants really look good on you...
After winking, he turned to leave the room, only to stop halfway and turn back with a smile to his brother.
JiMin
—And by the way, I obviously speak better English than you.
Kookie
-Of course not
JiMin
—Suck my balls
NamJoon
—Park Jimin!
NamJoon
He scolded him only to see the boy laugh and run off to his room, leaving the older one sighing and the younger one confused. "I'm not sure what to make of it," he said.
Kookie
—What did he say?
NamJoon
—Nothing you really want to do...
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