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

45. Taehyung, protect

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It didn't take them long to reach the hotel.

Although Taehyung wished from the bottom of his heart that the ride had lasted longer. He wished they could have traveled immediately to the desert, maybe waited for the morning in a taxi, simply lost themselves in the night.

In the other hand, Jungkook was silently watching the night lights which failed to wound the night. Leaning his head on Taehyung's shoulder, he was thinking about his future, in which even though he wanted it the most, he didn't see his son.

He knew very well what a difficult man Muhammad was. He knew even better how much Nadira would break when she found out the real reason of a divorce. And that will be the end for him. Jungkook will never see Zunair again.

It was very difficult for him to deal with the obvious truth.

The young man stood at the hotel door for a long time, undecided and somewhat frightened. Jungkook still couldn't believe that he was now completely abandoned by almost everyone. Everything he built all these years in that Moroccan city was thrown down the river.

Noticing his heavy heart, Taehyung hugged him tightly. Jungkook's back collided with the older man's hard chest as he rested his chin on the younger man's shoulder.

Jungkook couldn't really be sorry for the situation he found himself in. Nevertheless, despite all the bad things, he had him, he finally had his love, which he kept and cherished for so long.

The whole situation was undesirable, but Jungkook knew he would get used to all that, just as a person usually gets used to a loss.

- Love, come on... let's put you in something warm. I'll fill the tub while you get undressed, okay? - Taehyung took a few steps towards the bathroom staring at Jungkook's face. He carefully observed his every line of anguish that would flash across Jungkook's pale face. He nodded, barely perceptible, as he strode towards the bedroom.

As soon as he entered the room, the younger felt the cool breath of the autumn night, which came in through the open window. When he closed the window, he turned slightly, sat down, and put his elbows on the small table that stood right next to the large windows.

His eyes wandered over the table, on which there was almost nothing except a lamp. But that didn't even matter, because Jungkook was deep in thought. He was oppressed by some anxiety in the half-dark hotel room.

Quickly removing his socks and then his pants, he stood up and shuffled to the big bed with his bare feet. Then he sat down again taking off his shirt as well, leaving only his boxers.

It seemed to him that the walls were somehow cold, so chill, so long unheated by anyone's breath. Even though Taehyung stayed there, there was no improvement. Everything seemed so foreign to Jungkook.

- Hey, there you are... - a deep voice interrupted him.

Taehyung walked over to the frozen figure on the bed and then knelt in front of him. He gently stroked his hair giving him a sincere little smile.

- Everything will be okay. Tomorrow when we get up, you will feel much better and more energetic. We will be ready to make the right decisions, so now let's put you in the warm bath I prepared for you and tuck you into bed. Okay? - oh God, how much he loved Taehyung.

He was so patient with him, so loving. And he could always cheer him up, and no matter how much the younger man was falling apart inside, Tae always put him together and patched him with warm words and hugs.

- Okay, Tae. I'm going, but only if you'll join me in bathtub. - Jungkook got up and smiled victoriously, making his way to a warm suds.

- But... - he didn't manage to finish the thought. He remained staring at the muscular back of the man he loved the most in the world. Bitting his lip at the thought of two of them in the tub, he was already naked by the time he reached the bathroom.