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

32. Jungkook, envy

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It could be anyone.

Literature professor Min Yoongi or even the pharaoh of ancient Egypt himself, it wouldn't matter.

Now, without Jungkook by his side, he felt more alone than ever before.

While he wandered the corridors of the large luxury house where his son now lived, he was looking for a terrace or the nearest place where he could smoke tompus in peace.

There were few pleasures in which Kim Taehyung enjoyed. It can be said that tobacco after the evening meal was his only joy in this life.

As soon as he lit a cigarette, he closed his eyes and inhaled the smoke deeply into his lungs. His eyes remained closed for some time, and then, as usual, they looked for any beauty or object to cling to and compare it to him.

Looking at the moon only deepened the hole in his chest. For years Jungkook was that necessary band-aid that patched him up and put together the lost parts. When he was gone, Taehyung felt like screaming at the top of his voice, ripping his hands and tearing everything he could with his teeth.

Something tightened his stomach and throat and suddenly everything was quiet.

Terribly quiet.

He probably should have returned home, it was also quite late. He would return to his solitude that haunted him and just as he fell into that solitude which was part of him now, he heard the terrace door open and then close again.

A strong masculine scent entered his nostrils and he knew for sure that it was Yoongi.

- And... Taehyung... you said you were running a company, but nothing more than that. I'm afraid that maybe I didn't offend you with the question as soon as you ran away? - he had a worried look blooming on his face.

Even though the moon was the only source of light, Taehyung could see how pale the face of the man in front of him was. He was like a specter that followed him even in the moments when he wanted to give one more fight to solitude.

- You didn't offend me, Mr. Min, just...

- Yoongi. - Tae was cut off by the elder, leaving him no time to follow up.

- Don't call me Mr. It's too formal.

- But we aren't even that close, yet we met tonight. - he took another smoke.

- But at a friend's dinner, so let it be Yoongi. - his smile revealed his white teeth, while his dark orbs pierced Taehyung's like the sharpest daggers.

- Okay. You didn't offend me. I just don't see the purpose of such a trivial conversation and pretending in front of them. Actually, when I think about it, I don't see any reason why I accepted the dinner invitation. Marissa and I are a finished story and she is the mother of my child but... - he stopped when he saw the older man raise his eyebrows at almost every word he said. He listened to him carefully.

- Sorry, when I drink I don't know what I'm talking about. And I guess I haven't talked to anyone for a long time...

- There's no need to apologize, Taehyung. You can talk to me. - the man offered himself.

- No, no. - after saying that, he extinguished the thick cigarette with a few taps, placing it in the ashtray. Then he looked back at the man in front of him.

- Mr. Min? - the man was smiling.

- I thought we had solved names a few moments ago.

- I thought so too, but you are just Mr. Min for me. If we ever meet again, I will consider your offer to call you by your first name. Until then, goodbye. - his hand was still in the air as he deftly walked down the steps of the corridor, leaving behind him a more than totally mesmerized man.