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

31. Jungkook, disguise

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His gaze darted over the ocean he flew over. That endless blue horizon could be compared to his heart. Every wave that was invisible from that height could be called by his name. A real storm was taking place inside him, and yet everything seemed so quiet and peaceful.

Jungkook was forced to wear a mask.

A mask that he wore for years and that he will surely have until the end of time. Because revealing his true love wasn't an option. It was a closely guarded secret.

Taehyung was a secret, which he carried in disguise for many years.

He was pensive, as usual. He kept returning to that dead arm of time in which he was immensely happy. And then nameless nostalgia would flare up in him, in which the longing for the known and the regret for the irreversible were united.

His thoughts were occupied by him. Taehyung. Taehyung. Taehyung.

Even though he tried for months and years to erase that name from his heart and from his body, his soul strove for him. Jungkook's soul didn't know other name than his.

- Welcome to Boston. We hope you enjoyed the flight. Thank you for flying our airline.

The flight attendant's loudspeaker snapped him out of his thoughts and Jungkook headed for the exit with his luggage in hand, where the luxury vehicle of the company he was doing business with was waiting for him.

Even on the American continent, the man was respected and appreciated. When he saw the sign with his name that the man was holding high, he approached with a bow and they started to get into the car.

- Hello, Mr. Jeon. - the man with gray hair greeted him as soon as he closed the car door.

- Hello... - he paused, not remembering that he had ever met that gentleman.

- Miro, you can call me Miro. Mr. André, with whom you do business, sent me to pick you up, because he had an urgent meeting. I am his partner by the way. - the man held out his hand and Jungkook did the same.

A slightly confused look flew over the younger again and then Jungkook spoke.

- Excuse me Mr. Miro, but I didn't know that in addition to the ANRO company, headed by Mr. André, I would have partners. It wasn't written in the contract... so I'm a bit taken aback. Maybe I didn't read it right, wait just a second to see the contract again... - Jungkook stopped and started to open his black briefcase to find the papers.

- No, Mr. Jeon, maybe I didn't express myself well. André has no partners on this project with you. I am his life partner. We have been in a relationship for 34 years, he is my high school sweetheart.

At the same moment, Jungkook's mouth made the shape of the letter O. How did he not understand right away? It had to be clear to him of all people, since his love is on the third continent.

- Oh ok.

- I hope that this is not a problem for you and that you are not one of those homophobic people, although your religion may not allow any cooperation... - the man stopped, watching as Jungkook shook his head.

- No, no, no problems. - he muttered quietly, thinking deep inside just what obstacles the two could go through to stay together until today. It looked like true love and commitment.

What if this with Taehyung was nothing but the desire to taste something different, something that wasn't allowed?

With such thoughts, he continued to look out the window, observing the high skyscrapers and the speed of people passing by somewhere. All that was a huge contrast to what he called home, but he didn't even know why it seemed to him that his heart was healed here, especially when he heard people like him could move on and live here freely.