Sands of Eternity [Taekook] 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.*

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