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

35. Jungkook, confess

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Until some kind of twitching, as if an infinitely long time had passed, but that infinitely long time, according to the calendar, was not even a few minutes.

Jungkook blinked several times in succession as he noticed the man he had just spent intimate time with in the upstairs office approaching with light and determined steps. The younger got up from the chair and swallowed the lump in his throat, looking at the other with wide open eyes.

Taehyung walked over and after a few seconds of staring at Jungkook, turned his gaze to the woman sitting next to the man he loves.

He was looking at that woman with a beautiful face who had spent years with the one Taehyung had been dreaming about for years.

He was looking at her gentle face and that red lipstick which only highlighted her youthful feminine features even more.

With a slight bow he said his name, knowing that he should not extend his hand because muslim women were not allowed to touch another man. He had all this in mind as his own subconscious taunted him by reminding that he had just made love to her husband.

He won the battle, but obviously not the war.

Taehyung already hated her.

- Oh, Mr. Kim, thank you for the invitation. Your house is really beautiful and your son is a good boy. - her white teeth came to the fore, framed by red lips and Taehyung could have sworn that the fine and beautiful woman who was chosen by the one he himself longed for had now somehow become even more the object of his hatred.

She had everything.

She had Jungkook and Jungkook was everything.

- You're welcome. I'm glad to finally meet you, after so many years, Nadira. - the elder said that, his eyes accidentally fell on the sleeping boy on the armchair next to which Nadira was sitting. His breath stopped as he recognized Jungkook's big eyes and his pout that he had even now while he stared intently at the scene in front of him.

- His name is Zunair, my son. - Jungkook said in a low voice.

Tae smiled looking at the boy and somehow his heart hurt thinking about the period when Jungkook was expecting a daughter.

The man fondly returned to that period in his mind which they spent in the cottage in Essaouira. It was the period and point in time in which his latent desire for freedom from slavery lived without another. He was wounded without Jungkook.

Zunair was loved, Taehyung knew that, but Leila was the one who was constantly on his mind and who even Tae couldn't get over.

The elder frowned a little but still had a smile on his face. Jungkook could notice every appearance on him and then he would spontaneously, quite automatically think about it.

- Jungkook, can you come for a second... I don't think we finished the conversation from a while ago. - he said that and walked past the other, hooking him with his shoulder, then turned to Nadira and looked at her once more from head to toe.

- I'm glad to meet you, make yourself at home. Excuse us now. - he looked at the other who barely somehow unfroze from his position by following Taehyung.

When they found themselves in front of the house, away from the crowd of other people, Taehyung allowed himself to stare at his beloved man again for a few moments.

- Jungkook... - he closed his eyes and then took his hands in his. The younger winced at that trying to break free from his grip, but Tae just tightened his grip and Jungkook gave up on that intention. He looked at Taehyung confused.