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

48. Taehyung, smile

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⚠️Warning: Mature content
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In those ancient mythical times when the most beautiful love songs were created, when gentlemen wore top hats hoping to get at least a few minutes with their beloved women under supervision, no one could even imagine that love could be born in any other form. And even among those gentlemen.

How could Jungkook, a lover of the desert with the passion of the Orient, have ever assumed that he would experience that mythical love with another man?

How could he imagine himself growing old in a house far from desert, with a beautiful view of the sea?

After a long and pleasant dinner they had at their friend's house, Jungkook and Teahyung decided to spend the rest of the time together.

Wanting to make up for all the years that passed without them, they filled the small jacuzzi with hot water and made the whole atmosphere pleasant with a bottle of expensive wine and scented candles.

The golden dust of time slowly began to fall on all the bad events that befell them and they just wanted to continue on their way, devastated by different things but also immensely happy in the arms of another.

- Love, do you think we can live here? - Taehyung asked while his hands were deeply buried in Jungkook's long black hair which he was soaping.

Jungkook stirred, with a small smile on his face, which Tae didn't get to see because the younger had his back turned to him.

- Here with Miro and André? - he asked.

- Of course not, silly. - the spoken words were followed by a kiss on that mole on the neck that became Taehyung's inspiration over time.

- I mean, can we get used to living here in America? It is far from our culture. And the culture you acquired in Morocco.

- I know, angel, but at least we are free here. Imagine that one day we can freely walk down the street or the beach and hold hands, take photos without anyone threatening us or chasing us. That was our dream, wasn't it? - with those thoughts Jungkook allowed himself to get lost in the abyss of eternity, and the last consolation that he won't crash on some stones was Taehyung's hand that held him invisibly all these years.
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Jungkook was leaning against the wall and gently squeezing the towel that was around his hips, staring deeply into that sincere look of the man he loved so much. Those eyes reminded him of all seriousness situation, of all the crying of their hearts and of the final struggle they were waging against the world.

With the pride of the winner, Taehyung took a few steps and pulled the end of Jungkook's towel which immediately revealed his nakedness from which the elder could not take his eyes off.

Suddenly all his thoughts were stopped, he remembered all the promises he had made to Jungkook while they were in the desert, while they were sitting on the hood of the car outside the city, and even in Busan.

And Jungkook couldn't help but feel how his insides swelled and how he felt for a moment all the bitterness that the world around him would inflict on him. All the injustice and misunderstanding inflicted equally by God and people, along the way, only caused some anger in the younger man. And no matter how much he wanted to go naked to war against the world in order to prove the rightness of his love, he couldn't.

It wasn't worth it.

Because that love was in front of him now, so close that their breaths mingled, their lips touched, tender as petals. Jungkook was seething with desire like volcanic lava ready to explode.

On the other hand, Taehyung's body was shaking, as if it had been struck by thousands of lightning bolts and thunderbolts. Without any words, they spoke with their eyes, they made love with their eyes.