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.Thursday went by very quickly for Jungkook.
After two different meetings with the Americans, he quickly came home rushed to take a shower and get ready to visit Muhammad. On the way, he stopped by the kitchen and told Ali that they were going to the Sahara tomorrow morning and to pack everything necessary.
And after all of that, he quickly headed to the palace.He was served and welcomed according to the occasion. Jungkook was always welcome there, but he didn't see Nadira again.
He was happy that he saw her face at least once.
Once he married her, Jungkook would enjoy her beauty. Until then she was forbidden to have any contact with him. And Jungkook respected that very much, he respected the customs of this country.
According to that, you can imagine how much anger appeared in him when the previous day Kim Taehyung touched him the way he had never been touched.
You can imagine what thoughts were bothering him when he had in front of him such a beautiful human being, which he could look at without blinking.
Yes, Jungkook measured the older many times. He knew how every part of Taehyung's body looked and he loved it so much. Jungkook could imagine his neck or his biceps or even his thighs without any problem, before going to sleep and drift off to sleep with such daydreams.
Muhammad offered Jungkook a new palace that would also become part of Nadira's dowry, but Jungkook refused it without thinking.
He was the man.
He had a house that his father left him and that house was his home. Of course it was more modest than Muhammad's palace and of course Nadira might not be used to anything less than that, but he didn't want to give up his house.
After all, he wouldn't be getting married if he couldn't afford a home for his bride.
When the older man saw that he might have slightly hurt the pride of the younger man, he didn't want to insist on the house. But that's why he offered a cottage outside the city, near ocean and he wouldn't take no for an answer.
Eventually Jungkook agreed with it.
After a few teas, Jungkook said goodbye to the man and left the palace with a kind smile.
Darkness was slowly falling over the city when Jungkook entered his quarters. He didn't wait a minute and immediately threw his tired body on the mattress and soon fell asleep.
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With the first sounds of the alarm, the younger man opened his eyes and quickly rose to his feet.
It was good that he was already packed because he couldn't see a finger in front of his eye due to lack of sleep. Certainly as soon as he picks up Taehyung, he will continue to sleep for another hour in the car.
That's how it was.
They were on the road when Jungkook fell asleep. Ali saw it, and he turned down the radio and stopped talking to his brother, who was sitting in the passenger seat.
Taehyung was awake, his eyes followed the whole scene by the roads, from the green landscape to the sandy ruins. The view changed, so for a moment everything became raw and naked. Somewhere a palm tree would appear, which with a background would be like the most beautiful postcard.
In the distance, he could recognize the large solar fields, and somewhere there the silver mine was the last thing he saw before his eyes closed too.
Arabic sounded a bit aggressive, especially if it wakes you up. So, Taehyung quickly opened his eyes to see the car parked. Ali and his brother was outside, in front of the car talking to some locals. Before he could look to his left, he heard a well-known sweet voice.

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• M a k t u b : Spirit of the desert • [ Taekook ]
Fanfiction》Completed《 Jungkook has been living in Morocco for years, where he runs a successful company. As a decent young man and a good opportunity, Mr. Muhammad, the most influential man in Marrakesh wants his daughter to marry him. Althought at first a di...