the secret of kemet. taekook (complete)

𓆸 ⁴⁷. the link that ties the loop

Taehyung weaved through the bustling streets of Cairo, the vibrant pulse of the city around him only adding to the storm brewing inside his chest.

the vision he had last night were nothing but bad news. and he needed to move and waste no time.

he vowed himself last night as he watched jungkook work on his computer; he won't let anything come between them again. he can't collide with the same cruel fate of being ceparated from jungkook again.

The sun was still low in the sky, casting a golden hue on the ancient city, but the streets were already teeming with life.

Narrow alleys buzzed with merchants calling out in Arabic, their colorful stalls overflowing with spices, fruits, and textiles.

The scent of grilled meats mingled with the dust in the air, creating a heady mix that made it difficult to breathe—or maybe it was just Taehyung’s anxiety tightening his chest.

His movements were quick, almost frantic, as he glanced over his shoulder more times than necessary.

His heart thudded in his chest, faster than the rhythm of the city around him, and each step felt heavier, like the weight of whatever he was running from—or toward—was closing in on him.

He reached a bus stop on the edge of the market and hesitated, his eyes darting left and right as if checking if someone—anyone—was watching him.

Jungkook’s image flickered in his mind, unbidden.

He didn’t want to leave without explaining, but how could he explain something even he didn’t fully understand?

The bus rolled up with a low rumble, the doors hissing open.

Taehyung glanced over his shoulder once more, his paranoia spiking as his eyes scanned the crowd.

He boarded swiftly, finding a seat at the back.

His knee bounced anxiously as the bus began to rumble forward, merging with the thrumming energy of the streets.

His eyes flitted to the window, watching the city blur past, a mix of old stone, vibrant markets, and the endless maze of winding alleys.

His hands trembled as they rested on his lap. doubts crept in his soul. maybe he should've told jungkook. he knows what hes doing isnt necessarily the wisest thing. but most of all, he misses him already.

he clenched his hands into fists, trying to steady himself. He couldn’t afford to lose it—not now.

A few rows behind him, Jungkook slipped onto the bus just as it began to pull away.

He kept his hat up, ducking behind a few passengers as he settled into a seat near the middle, his eyes trained on Taehyung.

The unease in Taehyung’s movements, the way his shoulders hunched, the way he kept glancing around as if afraid of being seen—it all fueled the worry Jungkook had been feeling since the night before.

Jungkook’s heart pounded as he leaned back in his seat, keeping a careful watch.

He couldn’t understand why Taehyung was acting this way—what had happened that made him so scared? So secretive? And why hadn’t he told anyone?

Jungkook leaned forward in his seat as he discreetly asked the man sitting beside him where the bus was headed.

"The Valley of the Kings," the man replied in a thick accent, his voice calm but curious. “Where the ancient pharaohs rest. Tombs… secrets buried for millennia.”

Jungkook blinked in confusion. The Valley of the Kings?

Why would Taehyung be headed there? Of all places, what was he doing going to such an ancient site? The words echoed in his mind, heavy with ancient weight—tombs .. secrets. It made no sense.