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

47. Taehyung, observe

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A few hours later, tired from the long flight and lack of sleep, Jungkook and Taehyung found themselves at the big airport in Boston.

They were lost in mind in the big American city where they should have started from the very beginning.

Ready to head for the exit with pale faces, Jungkook spotted two familiar men.

- Miro! André! - in the instant when he saw them, the thing that kept him sober and normal suddenly woke up in him. His train of thought broke and a smile appeared on his dry face.

Spreading his arms, he greeted old acquaintances, and then without hesitation introduced Taehyung as his boyfriend, causing the eyes of the other two to glaze over with some forgotten glow.

Jungkook knew he could rely on those people. He knew that they would understand him and help him to find his way. That's why he chose Boston as a refuge from all the misery that befell him in Morocco.

Since their flight had a layover in Paris, Jungkook contacted Miro and asked him for advice on where he could rent an apartment for two. The elder beamed with happiness when Jungkook confessed to him why he decided to come to his city. So Miro promised him that he will wait for them at the airport in the morning.

After greetings and a warm welcome, where they were greeted eagerly and earnestly, the men headed to the car that was waiting in front of the airport.

Stepping outside, they were overshadowed by the cold morning sun despite everything that managed to burn through it. It was significantly colder in Boston than in Casablanca. All that warm breath of the desert was no longer felt, but the coldness of the ocean and Jungkook was perfectly fine with that.

As soon as he set foot on American soil, the younger man managed to tell himself he would not be ashamed of his sexual desires and fantasies, his sexuality in general. It was a part of him now and a part of his life. So he managed to accept his own sexually just as he accepted himself mentally and spiritually.

The younger had known for a long time that acceptance was difficult. Especially when in one moment you were one thing and in another completely different. And at that moment he decided he would never allow anyone to make fun of him or force him to be ashamed of himself.

Jungkook was thoughtful, but somehow also loved his different life. His eye was fond of the blue and gray of buildings and skyscrapers, and Taehyung didn't miss it. He managed to observe every feature on his face. Taehyung seemed as if tge younger had long since left the desert behind, ready for a new things. He noticed that what fed his soul became his inexhaustible source of happiness.

There was no remorse on Jungkook's face.

The elder could tell that no heavy thought was bothering the younger man anymore. Even if his furrowed brows gave evidence that some gloomy thought had arisen from past memories, it would easily fade away as if it were already small and inconsequential. And soon the thought would return to its normal course. Jungkook seemed to be healed.

- Miro, you can drop us off in front of a hotel. This was too much for you to do. - Jungkook spoke up, with tired eyes but an excited heart.

He was somehow happy that he didn't have to hesitate in his views. America was a country for him. And he didn't even know that, he didn't feel like he had anything to hide here. Nor did he worry that someone would find out or not, nor did he think about the consequences.

Realizing that there were no judgmental looks around him and both of them were safe, he moved his hand closer to Taehyung and soon entwined their fingers. The elder looked at him and smiled, wanting to kiss him so badly, but Miro spoke, and their eyes returned to the man in the passenger seat again.