Sands of Eternity [Taekook]

The Museum and the King

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Somewhere in Egypt, within the grand halls of the Great Museum, one person wandered slowly. He moved with intent, pausing often—sometimes even rushing ahead—just to admire the art with quiet reverence. His gaze lingered on each ancient piece, as though trying to drink in the history carved into stone and painted on walls. Lost in admiration, he barely noticed when another figure approached. The newcomer reached out and tugging his sleeve.

？？？

Yah, Tae, don’t wander off again, (muttered, tugging on his friend’s sleeve as they walked through the tall stone archway of the Egyptian wing) Last time you disappeared for an hour, I thought you’d been kidnapped by mummies.

Taehyung (modern time)

(Grinned, brushing him off) How can I not wander? Look at this place, Jimin. It’s history… living history.

Jimin

Living?( raised an eyebrow.) These guys have been dead for thousands of years.

Taehyung (modern time)

That doesn’t mean they’re gone, ( murmured, already drifting toward a large mural bathed in golden light. His voice softened, almost reverent.) Their words, their lives… they’re still here.

Jimin

(Sighed) See, this is what I mean. You get that dreamy look in your eyes and forget the world. Just… don’t get lost, okay?

Taehyung (modern time)

(Waved a hand dismissively.)Go grab your coffee. I’ll meet you at the exit.

Jimin

Fine, professor.( rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at his lips.)Don’t end up haunting the place.

With that, he strolled away, his footsteps echoing down the hall.

Left alone, Taehyung turned back to the mural. The plaque beneath it read:

Taehyung (modern time)

Pharaoh Jungkook Setepenre — Guardian of the Two Lands, Chosen of Ra.

Taehyung’s lips parted slightly. The Pharaoh’s painted face was mesmerizing — young, fierce, with eyes that seemed to stare right through the centuries. His crown gleamed with lapis, his chest was adorned with gold, and his posture carried an undeniable weight of power.

But beyond the artistry, Taehyung felt something else: a pull. As though the painted king was not just an artifact of history, but something more.

Taehyung (modern time)

(Almost without thinking, he whispered in Egyptian)Per-aa Jungkook Setepenre… Heqa-en-Kemet. [Pharaoh Jungkook Setepenre, Ruler of Egypt.]

The words rolled off his tongue with familiarity, but this time, they struck deeper, resonating in the air around him. A shiver ran down his spine.

Taehyung (modern time)

Why do I feel… like I know you? (he whispered softly, reaching out as if to touch the mural.)

The lights above flickered. The mural’s golden eyes seemed to glow for a split second.

Taehyung (modern time)

(Gasped, stepping back.) What's this?

Then the ground rumbled. A low hum built in his ears, growing into a deafening roar. Wind surged through the gallery, rattling the glass cases.

Taehyung (modern time)

Wait—what’s happening?)shouted, shielding his face.)

The mural shone blindingly bright. And then — everything disappeared. When the world steadied, Taehyung staggered forward. His breath caught in his throat.

The mural shone blindingly bright. And then—everything disappeared. When the world steadied, Taehyung staggered forward. His breath caught in his throat.

Taehyung (modern time)

W–where… where am I?( whispered, eyes darting around the unfamiliar space.)

All Taehyung saw Sand. Endless, burning sand. The museum was gone. The sky was vast, the sun merciless, the desert stretching endlessly in all directions.

Taehyung (modern time)

(Spun around) Jimin?! Hello? Anyone?!

But only the heat pressed down on him like fire. Taehyung stumbled over the sand, his shoes sinking into the dunes. His chest heaved with each breath, his throat dry.

Taehyung (modern time)

Where… where is this place? I was just in the museum… how did I get here?!(His voice cracked, desperation bleeding through each word. His eyes darted wildly as panic tightened his chest.)

Taehyung (modern time)

Jimin… where are you?(he called out, the name trembling on his lips like a lifeline.)

Taehyung (modern time)

Tell me this is some kind of prank of yours, please, Jimin…( pleading)

Taehyung (modern time)

(Tears stung his eyes, blurring the endless gold of the desert. He pressed his palms to his face, shaking.) This can’t be real. This has to be a dream or Jimin's some prank...Yes!

Then — a sound. Low and heavy, the rhythmic groan of an animal. Taehyung froze, lifting his head. From the horizon, shapes moved closer, shimmering under the sun. A caravan. Camels. And men — tall, broad-shouldered, draped in linen robes, their skin glinting with sweat and gold.

Taehyung (modern time)

(Breath caught. People.He stumbled forward, waving his arms wildly) Help! Help, I’m here. Please, help me!

The men noticed him. Their caravan slowed, a line of camels kneeling in the sand. The riders leapt down, forming a circle around him in practiced movements. Spears pointed at his chest, and Taehyung froze.

Taehyung (modern time)

What the—( blinked at their clothes, their headdresses, the gold cuffs on their arms. His voice came out strangled.) …Are you guys… cosplaying?

The men frowned as they looked at Taehyung, his attire so different from theirs, their expressions unreadable. They barked words in a language Taehyung recognized, though their accents were heavier than any inscription he had ever studied. Still, his mind raced to keep up.

Taehyung (modern time)

(Confused) 💭*Who are they…? And why are they speaking in ancient Egyptian? Are there some type of shooting i going on?*

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(One of them demanded, his tone sharp as ice.) Heka shemsu. Tuwi pu?❄️( Ancient Egyptian) [Stranger. Who are you?]

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That’s my new story, I hope you like it…

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Journey Through Kemet

Before Taehyung could answer, the crowd parted. A man stepped forward. The desert sun seemed to bend around him, gilding the lines of his body draped in white linen, the golden pectoral gleaming across his chest. His hair brushed his shoulders, dark as obsidian, and his eyes — sharp, commanding — locked onto Taehyung.

Taehyung’s heart stopped. The mural. The face he had been staring at just moments ago in the museum. The resemblance was uncanny, but here — alive, moving, breathing — he was even more breathtaking. The guards bowed deeply. Per-aa Jungkook Setepenre, they greeted in unison. [Pharaoh Jungkook, Chosen of Ra.]

Taehyung (modern time)

(staggered back, his chest tight.) No… no way. This can’t be real. He’s in history—how can he be here? No… I must be hallucinating…

Jungkook’s eyes were fixed entirely on Taehyung, tracing him from head to toe. His attire was so different from the others, making him stand out all the more. And that blond hair, paired with his beautiful face—it left Jungkook utterly mesmerized.

Pharaoh Jungkook Setepenre

(Stepped closer voice deep, commanding) Enta nu? Keper-ka en-k?❄️[Who are you? What manner of being are you?]

Taehyung (modern time)

( Trembled, clutching his arms around himself.) 💭* WHAT!? This… this isn’t looking a dream at all. Does this mean I’ve… been teleported to the past? (chest tightened, tears welling in his eyes.) 💭*Ahhhh… Jimin save me... I'm sorry i was wrong to not listening you.* 😭

Jungkook’s sharp gaze caught the change in him. For a fleeting moment, a soft smile tugged at the corner of his lips — a warmth he quickly shrugged off. Then, his voice cut through the desert air, smooth but commanding:

Pharaoh Jungkook Setepenre

Lemaa nu-k maati en nu? Maa neferu en-k?❄️[Why do you not speak, beautiful one?]

Taehyung froze, flinching. His eyes widened as he stared into Jungkook’s dark, penetrating eyes. Fear prickled up his spine. Against all reason, the years of study rose to his tongue. The ancient words he had only ever read on stone inscriptions now flowed shakily from his lips:

Taehyung (modern time)

Anok Taehyung… nuk sesh en medu netjer. Anok… shai. [I am Taehyung… a scholar of Baekje. I… am lost.]

Pharaoh Jungkook Setepenre

(Gaze darkened, suspicion rising)Maa iwn.k n khet?❄️ [How do you know our language?] Enta shemsu? Enta resef?❄️ [Are you a spy? A servant of another land?]

Listening to the word “spy,” all guards drew their swords, pointing them toward Taehyung. Shemsu! Shemsu! ❄️ [A spy! A spy!]

Taehyung (modern time)

(eyes widened, hands raised in panic, shook his head frantically) La! La, anok… nuk resef! Anok… ah-tek em medu. Anok sema en medu kemet… Anok djeser medu netjer.[No! No, I am not a spy! I… I came to study. I love your words, I love Kemet… I am a scholar of divine texts.]

Taehyung (modern time)

(Scared)💭* I’m done for… I’ve studied about him—He is a merciless king… ahh, he’ll kill me…I didn't even married yet. Ahh Jiminie save me..*😭

Jungkook watched him carefully, his dark eyes following every move. The desert wind seemed to stop, as if the world was holding its breath. Slowly, he raised a hand, and one by one the guards lowered their swords, their tension easing. The soft sound of steel sliding back into scabbards filled the quiet air. Finally, Jungkook spoke, his voice calm but strong, leaving no doubt that he was in charge.

Pharaoh Jungkook Setepenre

Hmm… nuh en khentyu nefer em per… nuk ankh etef.❄️ (Hmm… but no foreigner may enter our land… You shall belong… to Pharaoh.)

Taehyung (modern time)

(Frozen) What?! (His heart raced.)💭*Does he… want me to be his citizen…?*

Pharaoh Jungkook Setepenre

(Stepped closer, lifting him gently but firmly, and settled him on the camel beside him)

Taehyung (modern time)

( Stunned, stammering) Maa iret.k? [What are you doing?]

Pharaoh Jungkook Setepenre

(Smirking, holding him firmly) Nuk enkh… nuk setep em per-aa Jungkook Setepenre.❄️ [Do not fear… you shall serve and belong to Pharaoh Jungkook Setepenre.]

Taehyung (modern time)

(Looked at him with wide eyes, full of confusion)💭*Why do I feel like I’m getting myself stuck in something I shouldn’t… in some way?*

Pharaoh Jungkook Setepenre

(raised his hand, his voice ringing out over the desert winds) Henu em-per-aa! Seneb en kheperu.❄️[Prepare yourselves, all! We depart to the Abydos! ]

The riders moved swiftly, camels and horses adjusting to his orders. Taehyung stumbled to climb onto a camel beside Jungkook, his hands gripping the reins nervously.

He could hardly believe it. Only moments ago, he had been in the cool, quiet halls of a museum, studying hieroglyphs, translating the life of Pharaoh Jungkook Setepenre. And now… he was living it.

He cast a quick glance at Jungkook. The Pharaoh sat tall, calm, every movement commanding respect. His dark eyes scanned the horizon, calculating, untouchable — yet every so often, they flicked toward Taehyung, as if measuring him.

Taehyung (modern time)

(swallowed hard, his mind spinning.) 💭*How… how is this real? One second, I was translating texts, the next… I am the story itself. I am… In...history.*

TBC

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INTRODUCTION

Taehyung (modern time)

Kim Taehyung Age: 22 Profession: Linguist & Researcher of Ancient Civilizations, specializing in lost Egyptian languages Likes: Ancient texts, solving mysteries, exploring historical sites, hot drinks, stylish scarves Dislikes: Being bored, people dismissing history, losing focus, chaos in museums Personality: Curious, intelligent, slightly impulsive, stylish, adventurous, mischievous streak

Jimin

Park Jimin Age: 22 Profession: Assistant Curator & Art Restoration Specialist Likes: Order, organization, preserving artifacts, quiet moments, helping others Dislikes: Carelessness, impulsiveness, mess, Taehyung disappearing in museums Personality: Calm, thoughtful, patient, gentle, dependable, quietly witty

Taehyung

Pharaoh Jungkook Setepenre Age: 25 Profession/Title: Pharaoh of Ancient Egypt — Ruler of the Two Lands, Chosen of Ra Likes: Order and discipline, strategy, observing people, golden deserts at sunrise, loyalty, horus symbolism, sacred rituals Dislikes: Spies, dishonesty, weakness, outsiders who break the rules, chaos in his land, people underestimating him Personality: Commanding, intelligent, perceptive, disciplined, darkly charming, magnetic presence. Though strict and serious, he has a subtle curiosity about things he cannot immediately control or understand, which sometimes leads him to be unexpectedly intrigued by rare or unusual individuals. Appearance: Tall and regal, piercing dark eyes that seem to see through deception, strong jawline, sun-kissed skin, black hair; often in simple linen robes while traveling, but adorned with gold, jewelry, and royal symbols when in the palace. Every gesture exudes authority. Skills & Talents: Master strategist, skilled in horseback and chariot riding, knowledgeable in religious rituals, hieroglyphs, and diplomacy. Has a keen eye for recognizing potential and danger in people. Additional Info: As Pharaoh, he maintains a harem, composed of queens, royal wives, and attendants — not only for pleasure but for political and dynastic reasons. He is deeply aware of his role, power, and the responsibility of choosing carefully from those within it. Beyond his royal duties, he is fascinated by exceptional outsiders or scholars, though he rarely admits it openly. Secret Layers: Beneath the commanding exterior lies a man who is curious about human nature, sometimes restless with the predictability of court life, and capable of subtle warmth to those he deems extraordinary. His fascination can border on obsession when something or someone challenges the order he maintains.

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The caravan moved like a river of gold through the desert. Taehyung’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with every fact he had memorized about Kemet.

Taehyung (modern time)

*So this is it… the Nile, the temples, the streets… I never thought I’d see it like this. It’s… breathtaking.*😍

Jungkook rode ahead, his tall, commanding figure flawless in the sunlight. His eyes, dark and sharp, never left Taehyung. Every subtle movement Taehyung made seemed to catch the Pharaoh’s attention.

Taehyung (modern time)

(cheeks warmed, a flutter rising in his chest.)💭* Why is he… watching me like that? *

The massive city gates of the palace opened before them, towering stone doors carved with hieroglyphs that gleamed in the sun. Guards bowed as Jungkook passed through.

Ankh em Nesu! Ankh em Nesu! [Long live the Pharaoh! Long live the Pharaoh!]they cried, their voices carrying like waves over the desert air.

Taehyung (modern time)

(looking around in admiration) 💭* Wow*...

Pharaoh Jungkook Setepenre

(sat tall in the chariot, every inch a ruler.)

But today, all eyes did not stay on him.

They shifted—staring at the figure beside him. Taehyung.

His blond hair caught the sunlight like molten gold. His face, soft and fair, so unlike theirs, glowed beneath the desert sky. He was a vision unlike anything Kemet had seen.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Man nu? [Who is he?] Nefert sa… [So beautiful…] Per-aa setem hem em neter? [Has the King taken a new concubine?] Nesu’s hem em neferu… [He’s the prettiest of them all…]

Taehyung (modern time)

(could feel people’s eyes burning into his skin, making his heart race.)💭*Why are they staring at me? Do I look bad*(touching his face)

Pharaoh Jungkook Setepenre

( Jaw tightened. His dark eyes flicked to the crowd, then back to Taehyung. Hus hand slid around his waist, holding him closer, as if to remind both Taehyung and the people to whom he belonged.)

Pharaoh Jungkook Setepenre

Shu. [Enough.]❄️ ( muttered sharply, his voice like steel.)

The chariot stopped at the marble steps. Jungkook rose, then turned and lifted Taehyung down into his arms with effortless strength. The servants bowed immediately, their eyes flickering between their King and the foreign beauty.

Ankh udja seneb, Nesu! [Life, prosperity, health, O Pharaoh!] they chanted, lowering their heads.

Pharaoh Jungkook Setepenre

(Voice rang out, low and commanding) Hemset… setepu.❄️ [Maid… prepare him.]

The maids bowed. Djed, Nesu. [Yes, Pharaoh.] They knew exactly what their King meant.

But Taehyung barely heard. His wide eyes roamed the murals, the colossal columns, the gods painted across the palace walls. This… this is everything he dreamed of.

Taehyung (modern time)

💭* wow, it's so beautiful can't believe I'm watching this in real! *

A maid stepped closer. “Neb … henay. [Lord … this way, please.]

Taehyung (modern time)

Huh..(blinked, startled, then looked at Jungkook. )

The Pharaoh gave a small, firm gesture—go.

Taehyung hesitated, then nodded. He started forward, but before he left, he smiled softly and lifted his hand in a small wave.

Pharaoh Jungkook Setepenre

(brow furrowed. His gaze followed the motion of Taehyung’s hand, displeasure flashing across his face.)Per-aa… ? ❄️[What is this?]

Advisor: (bowed low, careful with his words.) Nesu… setem. [Pharaoh… perhaps it is how his people greet one another.]

Jungkook’s lips pressed into a hard line. His eyes lingered on Taehyung’s retreating back. They stare at him like he is divine. But he is mine. They will understand that soon.

Pharaoh Jungkook Setepenre

💭*Pn nfr iw.i mery.f*[This beauty will be mine.]( smirking)

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