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

3. Jungkook, meet

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In certain hours he was completely alien to himself.

At the age of 24, Kim Taehyung saw himself as a gloomy and difficult man, full of disappointment, selfishly trapped in his shell. He couldn't get that woman out of his mind. He hadn't shown the slightest affection for her in two years of marriage.

In that in mind, it wasn't at all strange to him that he found himself on another continent in a hot, but well-equipped hotel.

Marrakesh has always been one of those cities that faithfully waited on the list to visit. Even in his youthful days, while his consciousness and desire to travel were still awakening, he listened to the wonderful stories of his father's friend.

That travelogues, which the older man told the younger one, remained forever recorded somewhere in Taehyung's subconscious. And whenever he thought of this distant land of beautiful old traditions, Oman's words always ring in his ears.

That endless desert, golden sand and beautiful music...

All this was the reason why he boarded the plane in Incheon that May day and after a long journey set foot on the soil of Morocco.

One morning he hastily took leave from work, and quickly opened his father's old and dusty phone book praying that Oman hadn't changed his phone number.

The older man was in disbelief for a while when he heard the young man's voice that instantly took him back to the past, during his studies with Kim Daehun.

A few tears fell from the old man's eyes when Taehyung introduced himself and said he had time and an unquenchable desire to visit the man.

Fleeing from everything that oppressed him, he didn't hesitate about his decision. Marissa stayed at home, rethinking all her life decisions while reliving the moment when her husband told her he was going to spend two weeks with his father's old friend in Marrakesh.

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With a few movements of his hand, he put his wild black curls back in place. The small dark bags under his eyes were visible only if someone stared into his face.

Mr. Oman's car was waiting for him in front of the hotel, with a chauffeur who kindly opened the door for him.

- Good evening, Mr. Kim, I am here to serve you tonight on request of Mr. Oman. He is already at the agreed address, waiting for you impatiently. - the driver informed the young man as he got behind the wheel.

- Thank you, sir... - he waited a few seconds until the other understood and then quickly followed up.

- Zafir, but you don't have to call me sir, sir...

- Mr. Zafir, please, let's go. - Zafir quickly nodded his head when the gentleman with a small smile addressed the man, who quickly started the engine.

After twenty minutes of driving in silence, the door of the luxury black car finally opened and Taehyung was greeted by a known man. The younger ran into his arms slowly taking the time to examine a luxurious palace behind them.

- Oman, you shouldn't have sent the limousine for me. I told you that yesterday when we met. I was perfectly capable of cailing a cab. - the young man spoke as he squeezed the hands of the older man, who could not remove the smile from his face.

- You have to be careful in this country, Tae. That's what your father used to say. Ah, I'm so glad you decided to come. Come on, I'll introduce you to an old friend of mine. - the younger man's back was caressed while Oman's hand pointed towards a huge wooden gate in front of which stood two huge guys, for whom Tae assumed they were security.