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

40. Taehyung, trust

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For a moment, Jungkook considered whether to tell her everything.

They haven't talked openly for a long time, but because of the words which were spoken to Taehyung, he started to panic unconsciously.

Jungkook sat in his office with his arms crossed on the leather armchair, deep in thought. Every fiber of his being was intoxicated by his image and fragrance, as if an ordinary man would be cast under the spell of a wizard.

Taehyung was magic.

Magic that threatened to disappear if the wand wasn't swung correctly. And Jungkook knew he only had one chance to do everything right.

That's why one day after a long flight, he found himself pensive in the office which stood defiantly opposite the bedroom where Nadira was with their son.

And instead of doing something stupid, which he would certainly have done if he was younger, he took a step back in his thoughts.

He estimated.

Considered.

Thought.

It took him a long time to come to the conclusion that he could never peacefully continue his life without Taehyung, and that everything except him was one big stupidity.

Jungkook closed his eyes thinking of Zunair sleeping peacefully in the bed. The child was innocent, and Jungkook  wondered at one point what the boy had done to deserve to grow up without a father.

Because he knew how Muhammad would react if Jungkook asked for a divorce from Nadira. He knew very well what the elder's methods would be.

But he couldn't even guess what a man would do if he found out that the younger wanted a divorce from his daughter who was perfect in her existence, from the woman who gave birth to his son, just to be with another man.

He quickly got to his feet, and after making a circle around the table, Jungkook reached the door of the office with the intention of opening it.

But soon he stopped, squinting for a moment as he questioned himself as to whether he was truly ready to face all that lay behind those doors.

Ready, he opened the bedroom door.

The man approached the bed with a gentle step and saw both of them had fallen into a deep sleep. Nadira wore a white silk nightgown, which unselfishly revealed all her curves, while her long dark hair would have dyed the pillow into black.

She was beautiful. She was a woman with whom Jungkook could definitely grow old, if only he was different, if only he was normal.

But after Taehyung, even the goddess would have no chance of capturing his heart.

He was the only one.

While Jungkook watched his wife thinking how he would have to break her beautiful heart, Zunair shifted in bed. Nadira woke up, and quietly spoke with the half-sleeping eyes.

- Hey, it's you... is that Zunair? - the woman asked as she made a small turn in the bed with the intention of turning towards the kid's bed, but Jungkook was quick and with a few steps he was right next to his son.

- I will take him... you can sleep. - he whispered. Nadira obeyed him turning to the other side, she quickly returned to her dreams.

The thought that he had almost forgotten the scent of his son drove him to despair.

The man tried to absorb his smell and presence as much as possible, not sure if that little kid will remember his own father long after he grews up.

Jungkook hugged the boy and left the bedroom. With light steps he reached the salon, which was illuminated only by the dim light of the lamp.