• M a k t u b : Spirit of the desert • [ Taekook ]

2. Jungkook, breath

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That night something didn't give him peace.

On such sleepless and colorless nights, Jungkook closed his eyes and pushed away the thoughts that tormented him, with his head deeply buried in the soft white pillows. He was looking for some peace and sleep.

From an open window, somewhere in the distance could be heard the restless breath of the wind which from time to time enlivened the airy curtains that hung from the huge mahogany bed.

The young man was unsuccessfully trying to find the ideal sleeping position in that bed.

Jungkook was tired but his body didn't want to give up and continued to function just enough to not give him a moment of sleep.

Thoughts constantly tormented him, they appeared in the form of some kind of fast train and then left again in an unknown direction.

For a moment a strange phantasm gripped him, his whole body shuddered at the thought of an arranged marriage.

Nadira was beautiful, indeed, all his senses were intoxicated by her appearance. The young woman's dark eyes etched themselves deeply into his consciousness.

At the very thought that such beauty would only be his, his heart began to beat restlessly and jump to a rhythm he didn't know.

He knew very well that the moment had come when all negativity should be left aside. It was necessary to finally sail into those waters.

Marriage was something he definitely planned one day, and that's why he didn't understand why he had that strange feeling in his stomach. He didn't know the reason why his whole body trembled at the very thought.

For him, the creation of a family was something special, something given by God and he viewed it in such frames.

But then suddenly the figure of a woman with small wrinkles appeared before his eyes. Her black hair had gray streaks. Jungkook knew her eyes well, but they were different. Full of tears with wrinkles becoming more visible as the figure of the woman approached the man.

Everywhere he would recognize the figure of his long-dead mother, only she looked much older in his mind. And at that moment, on the border between blue dreams and reality, she was there to remind him how much he loved freedom.

But why now, when he has finally found that so-called family, his body trembling and his mind restless? How can he ignore that feeling?

For him, love was the highest act, something for which he would live and die. He was never afraid of that moment when love would wash over him and wrap him in its lap. He waited impatiently for that day.

And if maybe it wasn't love at first sight, he knew that Muhammad's daughter was a real diamond and that in time he would love her to the core, the way a girl deserves it.

A small pale light spread across the bachelor's room in beams as Jungkook turned on the bedside lamp. Slowly got out of bed, barely keeping his eyes open. He went to the window and with a deep breath opened the balcony door.

Fresh air filled his lungs and he felt a chill in the warm air. Something didn't give him peace that night, it was inevitable. He had to soothe his soul again, which breathed in its mysterious ebbs and flows. He had to breathe the desert air again and touch the soft sand with his bare feet. He had to remind himself that freedom was a part of him.

There was no time to change his mind. He went to the wardrobe and pulled out a thick jacket, which was always his best friend in the sleepless nights he had to spend somewhere deep in that endless expanse.