The first thing Taehyung felt when he woke up was an overwhelming sense of urgency.
His breathing was steady, but his mind was racing. Something inside him stirred.
He pushed the blankets off and sat up, the early morning light filtering through the sheer curtains.
He glanced at the other side of the bed, Jungkook had gotten up before him.
But there was no time to think about that now.
Taehyung ran a hand through his dark, tousled hair and climbed out of bed, heading straight to the set of drawers across the room.
His hands moved frantically as he rummaged through them, shoving aside old papers, a watch, and a few scattered coins. Not here.
His heartbeat quickened.
He crouched down, opening a small wooden box he rarely touched. And there it was.
The scarab amulet.
The moment his fingers brushed against it, a shiver ran down his spine.
He picked it up carefully, the cool metal pressing into his palm. It was small but weighty, carved with ancient symbols that seemed to pulse under the morning light.
This was it. The key to ending everything.
He swallowed hard, staring at it, lost in thought.
A warm presence pressed against his back. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him into a slow, familiar embrace.
Jungkook’s body was warm, bare skin against the thin fabric of Taehyung’s shirt, actually Jungkook’s from last night.
His scent was rich and deep, undeniably masculine, washed over Taehyung, grounding him.
The weight of Jungkook’s chin settled on his shoulder as he held him close, his grip firm but gentle, like he needed this just as much as Taehyung did.
“Mmm,” Jungkook’s deep morning voice rumbled, half-asleep, half-amused. “What’s got you up so early?”
Taehyung exhaled softly, the tension in his body easing just slightly.
He leaned back into Jungkook’s embrace, closing his eyes for a second, savoring the warmth.
“The scarab,” he murmured, lifting it slightly so Jungkook could see.
Jungkook’s gaze dropped to the amulet, his expression turning serious. His arms stayed locked around Taehyung’s waist, but his body stiffened slightly.
“You’re really going through with this,” Jungkook said, his voice quieter now.
Taehyung nodded. “We don’t have another choice.”
A silence stretched between them.
Jungkook’s grip on him tightened, and then suddenly, his fingers moved to Taehyung’s sides, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Before Taehyung could react, Jungkook tickled him.
A startled laugh burst from Taehyung’s lips as he tried to twist out of his hold, but Jungkook held on, laughing with him.
“Jungkook! stop, you idiot-”
“Not a chance,” Jungkook grinned, his voice still rough from sleep. “Can’t have you with that long face first thing in the morning.”
Taehyung finally wriggled free, shooting him a half-hearted glare, but Jungkook just smirked at him, that cocky, devastatingly attractive smirk.
“We’re going to win this time,” Jungkook said after awhile, confidence lacing his words. “I promise.”
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the secret of kemet. taekook (complete)
Fanfictionthey say twin flames are meant to find each other across lifetimes. and this story is no different! because other than fate, how could you explain a 21st century archeologist, traveling back to where his mate lived, yet here's the catch. his mate wa...
