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

7. Jungkook, plan

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Various half-empty plates of different moroccan dishes were all over the white tablecloth of the restaurant.

Jungkook first suggested Taehyung to try their harira, a tomato soup with various spices, which made the young businessman a frequent guest of this restaurant.

When the elder raised his eyebrows at the first spoonful of this broth, Jungkook smiled triumphantly as he seemed to know the other older man's taste very well.

After harira, couscous was served along with kefta Mkaouara, which was too much even for hungry Taehyung.

- Ahh this was perfect. - Taehyung declared when he leaned back on the back of the chair, with his hand over his stomach.

- I'm glad I made a good suggestion. I love this place. I already told you I know the chef personally.

- Oh yeah? Give him praise from me too. - Tae said as Jungkook giggled taking a big gulp of coffee.

For a few minutes there was silence between the men, but it wasn't an unpleasant silence.

Both of them were obviously enjoying each other's company. If Taehyung wondered, maybe he was enjoying it too much.

His eyes were still glued to the man in front of him. He wasn't disturbed by Jungkook's beauty nor his charm, which would bring him to his knees. It was something else.

It was something that had been buried in Taehyung himself for a long time, and it came unplanned to the surface everytime when he saw the younger.

For heaven's sake, Tae was married. Whatever Marissa was, stubborn and manipulative, she was his wife... she was.

- Hey Tae, are you ok?  - he asked once more. The elder seemed absent to him.

- Yes. I'm sorry, Jungkook, I often space out like this.

- It's ok. So, I thought I would finish work tomorrow, so we could go to the Sahara on Friday. We will see everything there until Sunday and in the morning we will head back to Marrakesh. - Jungkook already had a lot of plans in his head. It was never a problem for him to travel to that boundless golden expanse, but it would be better if he had company.

- For two days? Will that be okay with your time and...

- Of course! We have tents there. There is a whole campus. My assistant Mr. Ali and his brother will go with us. And the four of us will divide into tents at night. So don't worry, I've thought of everything and I'll organize everything for you. - Jungkook was already excited at the very thought that soon will be there again, that he will breathe the air and touch the hot sand.

At first glance, it seemed very tempting and adventurous.

Although Tae wasn't the type of person who liked to experiment with locations and travel, he was perfectly fine with this travel.

Although he would rather sit in some luxury hotel with a clean ironed shirt all day and drank delicious coffee and read the newspaper, he agreed to drive for up to several hours and spend the night in tents in the heart of the desert.

Yes, he agreed because of that marvellous man.

On second glance, it was still very interesting, but when he thought about it, he would have to spend the night in the desert with that same man.

He was smart enough to realize the nights in the desert were very cold. And he definitely was imagining how the other's muscular and beautifully sculpted body warmed him all night. Tae could press his lips to Jungkook's abs while the youger's gentle hands gripped his thick curls. He could go further south and reach what he wanted. Oh boy. Taehyung was whipped too much for the younger man in front of him.

The elder quickly hid those sinful thoughts somewhere deep, and once again shifted his focus to the other, whose eyes shamelessly gazed at his bare chest again.

Taehyung felt the cock in his pants twitched at that stern look hearding Jungkook's melodious voice again.

He gulped when he heard a soft stumble and Jungkook's position that now changed significantly. The man propped himself up on his elbows and his upper body leaned towards the older man, still looking at Taehyung's neck and chest.

A similar pose was taken by Taehyung himself. He got a little closer to the younger one, as if Jungkook wanted to whisper some closely guarded secret to him.

They were like magnets. Their breathing synchronized. Their cheeks blushed the same shade and their gazes became deeper.

- Tae, wear that pendant forever, please. It's perfect on you. You're perfect. - Jungkook mumbled quietly, his gaze still fixed on Taehyung's neck only when the other man gently touched Jungkook's hand with his palm, the younger moved his gaze.

Jungkook didn't remove his hand. For a few seconds his palm remained under the other's larger fist, while the latter would occasionally caress his fingers with his own. And in a moment his whole life turned upside down.

Tae came here to clear his mind, and his thoughts became a spider's web.

He came to Morocco to gather strength to return to Marissa, and now he doesn't want to ever leave this place.

Jungkook quickly moved his hand and Tae could see his panicked look. He turned to the right, seeing behind his shoulder a well-known man.

- Mr. Muhammad. - Jungkook spoke as he offered his hand to the other, already on his feet.

- Good afternoon, boys. - the man spoke.

- Hello, Mr. Muhammad. - Tae spoke up too.

- Do you want to join us? - asked the younger one.

- Oh no boy, I just came to say hello to my friend who is a little further here and I noticed you.

- Okay. I took the day off today, sir, to show Taehyug the sights. - Jungkook said, running his hand through his hair.

- And how does the city seem to you, dear boy? - Muhammad now turned to the other man, with a smile.

- Marrakesh is really wonderful, I can't wait to see the desert too.

- Yes, it's something you shouldn't miss during your stay here. Jungkook must have told you about his love for the Sahara.

- Yes, sir. - Tae answered, watching the younger man blush almost imperceptibly.

- Good. I just wanted to tell you to come to my place tomorrow, boy, so we can make an agreement dowry for my Nadira. The other day you escape from party, but you have a valid reason. - the older man was talking to his future son-in-low.

And there was the necessary slap to bring Jungkook and Taehyung back to reality.

Jungkook was prepering for marriage, and no less than with a Muslim woman, whose father was very close and dear to him.

Who was Taehyung to hope for?

Tae looked down and missed Jungkook's surprised look but the younger managed to silence his thoughts and just nodded before he could form a sentence.

- Ok, of course I will come to your place tomorrow afternoon, sir.

After that, they said goodbye to the man. And then they went back to their places again, in complete silence.

- Well, shall we? - Tae managed to break the silence, which somehow managed to become tense after all.

They didn't establish contact with  each other anymore and Jungkook was ready to pay the bill, when restaurant staff informed him that the bill had already been paid and that Mr. Muhammad had taken care of it.

He owed a lot to that man.

Muhammad found his way to him when no one else did. How could he even think of letting him down or disappointing him? The least he could be a good husband by making his only daughter happy.

With those thoughts, he left the restaurant and left Taehyung in front of the hotel, without giving him that his beautiful smile, which, as it seemed to Taehyung, was forever erased from that beautiful face.

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...to be continued...