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

41. Taehyung, agree

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In his impeccably tidy office, Taehyung sat in a leather armchair flipping through his favorite book.

He had a frown on his face which didn't suit him at all while his thoughts were directed in another direction.

The man was worried and scared. His eyebrows slowly rose and fell, successfully disappearing under the thick tufts that brushed his forehead.

At one point he put the book down and looked at the ceiling, then looked down in front of him again. He walked slowly to the dresser where his desert rose was. Taehyung measured it with a thoughtful look and then picked up the fallen petals from the pot and carefully dropped them into the wastebasket.

He remained staring at the rose for a few seconds, until he was unexpectedly interrupted by a call.

Shooking off all unnecessary thoughts, he cleared his throat and said quietly 'hello'. A soft sob was heard from the other end of the line and then finally a well-known voice followed.

- Tae... - Jungkook's voice trembled and Taehyung could very well guess what state the younger man was in.

Although in Morocco the clock was ticking after noon, Seoul has long since sailed into the deep night.

- Jungkoookie? Love, what happened? Tell me, is everything okay? Are you hurt? - apparently he took a defensive position, but deep inside him a real war of feelings was going on. And at that same moment he felt so foreign. He heard Jungkook's soft sniffles and he couldn't hug and encourage him, he couldn't touch him.

Taehyung was a little startled as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other and quickly swallowed the lump, expecting to hear the reasons for Jungkook's sudden call.

But no, Jungkook was silent the whole time, leaving Taehyung to despair at the lack of information.

- Jungkookie? - and some strange feeling of enigma came over him again.

And when it came to an enigma, it was completely pointless to go the most probable route, because if it were so likely and simple, there would be no enigma.

The older man was growing impatient by the millisecond and wanted to clear things up.

- Tae... I... it's hard for me. I told Nadira I want a divorce... - there was another snort at that moment and Taehyung knew that the long awaited and impending happiness was one step away from him again.

He closed his eyes, trying to connect everything that disturbed his existence in his train of thought. He just kept quiet, letting the younger say what he had.

On the other hand, Jungkook was sitting on the floor of the office, his back against the cold wall, while the phone was moved from the table to the floor next to him. He was staring at blank space in front of him and all the time he was trying to get himself in order.

It was only when Taehyung called his name again that he came back to reality and then, quite suddenly, that part of his life came back to his memory. Again.

- I want another child.

- I want a divorce.

Their eyes met. Nadira's shocked face looked pale at Jungkook, whose sigh of relief was breathing for him.

From the motionless position in which he was, he saw a tear glistening in her eye, while his every thought was frozen. Suddenly a white membrane appeared around him and wrapped him inside.

- W-what? - only when Nadira asked him, Jungkook knew for sure that this guilty conscience would haunt him for a long time.

Trying to add some color to the whole situation, he reluctantly smiled, which obviously hurt Nadira even more. The woman began to cry, covering her face in front of him.