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

24. Taehyung, wait

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And so another day passed without any signs or excitements.

It was morning when Taehyung went to Essaouira again. Before that, he made sure to check out of the hotel and extend the reservation for the rental car. He packed all his things in a large suitcase and headed to a known destination.

Before unlocking Jungkook's cottage, the man glanced at the street a few times. Seeing that he was alone, he went inside and quickly turned the key.

He could breathe now.

Taehyung left his suitcases near the closet in the bedroom, as he hurried to the balcony door with the intention of smelling again that breath of wind which carried the scent of the ocean.

He made sure to rearrange and clean everything a bit. Noticing that Jungkook's things he wore that night were still in the room, dirty with traces of blood, he assumed Jungkook stopped here before he came to Marrakesh. Probably after the hospital he came with Muhammad.

Taehyung opened the closet and managed to arrange some things on the empty shelves. His eyes fell on some silk women's dresses.

At first, he hesitated a little, but then he touched them with his fingertips, wanting to feel what it's like to be Jungkook's wife. Without admitting it to himself yet, there were traces of jealousy towards that woman he had never seen in his life.

She spent more time with him than he did. The elder quickly turned his head to the other side and immediately noticed the entire collection of Jungkook's hats. With a small smile he started trying some.

He finally decided on a black bucket hat that still carried his scent. The black-haired left it on his head reaching for his sunglasses and thus disguised he headed to the nearest market to buy the necessary groceries to prepare dinner.

As he walked along the small stone sidewalk, his heart was beating fast. After all, it was a small seaside town where almost everyone knew everyone.

He definitely didn't want to run into those maniacs again, not because he was afraid for his safety, but because he was afraid that he might harm them the way they deserve.

So that would definitely not go unnoticed, which means he could end up in prison.

And the only important thing was to meet Jungkook here. That's why he quickly bent his head to disguise himself as best as possible.

- This will do... - while he was putting the ice cream in the shopping basket, he looked around at what else he could buy.

Tae had known the younger man for a long time, but he didn't know him the best. When he thought about it, he almost didn't know him at all.

Tae knew which side Jungkook woke up on and how he liked to sleep, but he didn't know what kind of food he liked to eat. He didn't even know his favorite color.

He guessed it was black or white because he always saw him in those colors... but then he remembered the pendant that Jungkook gave him. And immediately his fingers flew to the piece of jewelry he wore around his neck.

- Purple.

Jungkook's favorite color was purple and now he was sure of it.

The older quickly went to the branch with the flower. And unlike choosing the wine, which took him almost half an hour, he chose the flowers immediately.

- Give me those purple roses. - he took the bouquet with a smile and went to the cash register with all the things thinking all the time about how he would decorate the cottage and make him smile.

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- Allahu Akbar, Jungkook, what happened? - the voice came from the ground floor of the luxurious Jeon residence.

She climbs with her hand on her stomach with light steps like a fairy.

When Nadira entered the room, she found her husband rummaging around in the suitcase. She gave him a questioning look and then spoke.

- What are you doing, honey?

- Nadira! What are you doing here? - one could hear the disappointment and fear in his tone. Jungkook immediately stopped packing his bag and hurried towards her.

- Are you ok? And Leila? - he knelt down in front of the young woman and kissed her stomach, which seemed to him to be much bigger than when he last saw it just a few days ago.

- We are fine, Jungkook. But you don't look well to me. Dad informed me you were in the hospital and I immediately booked a ticket and left. Mehmed wanted to stop me, he said that I shouldn't stress so much because of the baby.

- He's right, you should have listened to him, Nadira. - he still kept his hand on her stomach.

- What happened? - Nadira looked at his face and gently ran her fingers over the two scratches that bloomed on his cheek.

Jungkook quickly moved his head to the side at her touch, which seemed somehow foreign and unfamiliar to him.

- Sorry, Nadira, it hurts a little. - an excuse because her touch was not his.

- Are you going somewhere? - the question he was afraid of.

- N-no... - he stammered unconsciously.

- I just started unpacking my bag, because I went to the cottage to devote myself to work...

- What happened there? Dad told me that some people...

- It doesn't matter! Now it's over, and now I'm here. - Jungkook cut in and gave her an artificial smile to calm her down a bit.

- Ok, honey. Ali isn't here... So can you bring my suitcase here? I left it by the front door. I want to show you the beautiful jewelry I bought... and also some hijabs... oh Jungkook, Rio is so beautiful...

Those were the last words he heard as he descended the marble steps, all the while wondering if Taehyung arrived at the correct address.

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The burning candle has almost burned down. The dinner had long since cooled, and the bottle of wine had been emptied.

Taehyung was still sitting on the same chair, looking ahead with blurry eyes. He suddenly got up from the table and rushed to the bedroom.

He stood at the door once more looking at the rose petals which now stood motionless for hours beautifying the baldahin bed.

The man started to remove the petals with his hand, when he remembered that he forgot to put out the candle in the dining room. The elder headed there again, while taking off his shirt, which seemed to him to be so tight that he could hardly breathe.

He looked at the clock, it was long past midnight.

Tae could still hear Jungkook's sighs and gasping sobs from that room. And when he finally lay down, he thought he still saw him burning in those sheets, full of unspeakable lust.

The elder saw Jungkook shedding tears of pleasure and his hands pressing and digging his nails into Taehyung's neck.

His ethereal face and tears of pleasure will forever permeate his amorous look, which pressed and disturbed Taehyung constantly.

Jungkook's words full of sincerity from that night, were now as heavy as lead. Jungkook never lied to him, but then why did his promise that he would come and that Tae was waiting for him still echoed?

And in the dead silence, where only occasionally could be heard the symphony of the waves, in the night without any movement or life, he constantly thought of him and his words.

Taehyung was shifting from one side of the bed to the other, hugging Jungkook's pillow tightly. He couldn't sleep even though he was a little tipsy.

When he remembered how it felt empty without Jungkook all these years while he was in Korea, he cried. And he had a reason for that.

Because Jungkook didn't come.

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...to be continued...