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

9. Jungkook, burn

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As soon as they put their heads down on the pillow that night, fatigue took its toll.

They were in special tents, for a better rest. Seconds before he fell into a deep sleep, Taehyung could have sworn he had never heard such silence in his life.

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- Hey, Tae... wake up. - Jungkook's voice echoed in the tent.

Tae quickly opened his eyes and he could see it was dawning outside. Above him he saw that beautiful pale face, framed by black ebony locks. Jungkook's eyes glowed with some strange nameless spark.

- Ali prepares us coffee and breakfast. You can get dressed and if you want I can take you to the camp so you can go to the toilet or wash yourself. It's close, about two hundred meters from here. - as he spoke, Jungkook slowly instinctively moved the blanket from the other, because only Tae's eyes and nose were peeking out of the blanket. Tae nodded quickly, to which Jungkook smiled and spoke.

- I told you that the nights are cold here, didn't I?

The elder ignored the other's slight sneer and slowly straightened up into a sitting position as he reached for his backpack not far from him in the corner of the tent.

- I just need to get the necessary things, so we can go to that camp.

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- Wow, Mr. Ali, this is really perfect. - Tae said as he put a spoon of rice in his mouth.

Ali thanked for the compliment, but Jungkook had already interjected, determined to praise Ali's cooking.

- Mr. Ali is a perfect cook. I personally love the rice he prepares in his special way. He has been preparing it for me for years and I have never been able to understand the recipe.

Saying this, Ali continually thanked in Arab to young master, as he rose and poured hot tea into their cups.

Serving tea is a special tradition for Moroccans. Together with Ali, Jungkook himself began to take care of the preparation method and even the pouring itself, which they usually did twice to achieve the right bubbles.

It was a real art, and it seemed to Jungkook that art should go with art as was Taehyung himself.

A perfect honey-colored face, with dark wild tufts occasionally brushed by the desert wind against his rosy cheekbones, was a true work of art. Taehyung was a diamond in the desert.

It was like a real refreshment after a hot day.

And of course that intense look didn't escape the elder. Jungkook gave him hope in all his existing dreams with that one look.

The day passed quickly for the men.

After breakfast, both of them got into the four-wheeler, which was driven by the younger. The car trampled everything in front of it and it was perfect for big dunes.

They almost didn't even notice when was time to go back to camp. Taehyung carved deep into consciousness the red sand boiling under the hot sun. The smell of summer and wind mixed with the aromatic scent of the rose perfume crept into his nostrils. It was the most perfect scent in the whole world for him.

What Jungkook remembered of all was the boundless infatuation of the man next to him mixed with the beauty of the desert.

Taehyung would lose touch with reality at times. He would remove the scarf from his head and skillfully raise it above his head, while it would fly like a flag. The man had his eyes closed the whole time. Taehyung was enjoying the moment as much as Jungkook was enjoying the sight of him.