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

5. Jungkook, speak

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The sight that appeared before Taehyung's eyes that afternoon far from the city, was stunning.

A 22-year-old guy was sitting on his jeep, which was parked on the hot sand. A little further from him stood his shoes, while his bare feet dangled from the hood of the car.

It's an understatement to say that Taehyung was surprised by the comfort that radiated from that man.

- Hey, Tae, come here. - the younger patted the sheet metal of the car.

- Feel free to settle down. And you have to take off your shoes to feel the softness of the sand under your feet. Try it. - Jungkook continued while looking at the elder.

Tae struck a tight pose next to the car, still trying to make sense of the time he spent with Jungkook.

He nodded and did the same as the younger man. Jungkook passed him a beer from the fridge from the trunk taking one for himself, then returned to his original position.

- Cheers. - the cans clicked when they both poured the cold liquid.

- I missed this taste. - Jungkook concluded.

- I miss it sometimes. but I'm so considerate that I only drink beer when I'm alone. You know they don't tolerate alcohol, so moments like this are very important to me.

- Yes, I almost forgot that alcohol is forbidden here. It's better I didn't even ask anything when the waiter served me tea earlier. - Tae snorted when he remembered the earlier events in Muhammad's palace.

Jungkook smiled and then continued.

- So, Taehyung, why did you leave home this far? Or rather I should ask what you ran away from? - Taehyung looked at him with wide eyes.

How the hell could he know that?

- Why do you think I ran away?

- Because you have the same look in your eyes as I did when I left Korea. But don't worry, you will love this country with all your heart. Just like me. It's just a shame that you're staying so short. Believe me, you will be very sorry when the day comes to leave. - Jungkook spoke, leaning against the windshield, with his legs crossed in front of him. His eyes were fixed on the sky, which the warm tones painted.

Jungkook has never watched the sunset with anyone. The sun desappeared and the mix of oranges and reds took over the blue in the sky, and he felt so warm.

- I can imagine. - Taehyung muttered quietly, convinced that the younger man didn't hear him.

- So? I want to hear. - Jungkook insisted.

The elder seemed to have been driven into a dead end. Of course he had options, he could keep quiet or simply say that he didn't want to talk about Marissa and his failed marriage, but the aura that radiated from that young man had some unusual influence on the other.

He only knew Jungkook for a few hours, but the feeling that he could trust him still followed him. Tae could only hope that he wouldn't be wrong again and that it won't be the wrong decision.

- The truth?

- Always.

- Marissa... my wife... we had a big fight, and I needed to escape somewhere. Since we have all mutual friends in Korea, I remembered my father's friend and called him, and it didn't take much persuasion from Oman. So here I am. - and it wasn't a lie. He had no reason to lie him. Occasionally he would squeeze cold can in his hands, while his gaze remained pensive somewhere in the distance.

Such a relief was felt when he finally said everything that had been weighing on his soul for the past few days.

- I didn't know you were married. - the younger looked at him from head to toe and when he returned his gaze to his ethereal face, he spoke again.