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guksthighs · 7 years

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Treasure Hunter

Group: BTS

Pairing: JUNGKOOK X READER

Requested: honeycutelove said: So I wanted to request a Jungkook fic, because out of all the ones I read, I always loved coming to read your works especially your tattoo artist au! So can you do a Egyptian Jungkook ? I kinda said it on my page 😅 and it hasn’t left my mind since.

Summary: Jeongguk and Taehyung are just looking for a treasure but they find you instead; sentenced to be locked away for thousands of years due to a deal you made.

Genre: angst, fluff, egypt au, treasure hunter au

Length: 3.4k

A/N: this was such a lovely request and it gave me a writing itch that was hella powerful. and now we have this hella long drabble but i hope you enjoy it!!

The darkness was an old friend, but although it felt like it was all you had ever known; there had been a time when the orange sun would greet you through the thin linen drapes of your room before the maids would bathe and dress you.

But you had sacrificed everything, all the riches and jewels to see your brother again, who had been poisoned leaving you his successor. Your brother who had raised your people with no guidance from your parents, killed by a mad man leaving you the unwilling Pharoah, and you refused to believe your decision was unwise.

The tears you had shed the following months to his death would have been enough to fill the Red Sea, and you often found yourself seeking solace in the paintings that lined the palace walls, colourful depictions of your brother’s life as he rose from the death of your parents to provide life and order to his people.

But one night there was something dark waiting for you, having been drawn by your grief. As the shadows moved, collecting in one corner of the room where a figure was formed and instantly you dropped to your knees for the God of death, Anubis.

“Young Pharaoh, your grief seems unable to cease and your leadership has been weakened,” his black ears twitched slightly as the wind whipped through the room, and you felt almost hypnotised by his liquid gold eyes that came more into view as he tilted his head slightly.

“My God, Anubis, he was taken too soon. I would do anything to see him again,” you fell to your knees, your hand trailing down the wall and the painted version of your brother’s smiling face, you knew you were playing with fire as he began to approach you, his feet silent against the stone floor.

“Anything?” His voice was low, and you could hear the threat in it but you still nodded fiercely watching as with an elegant action of his hand, he produced a long, old, black knife and held it out to you, “If you grasp this knife, you will see your brother again,” your hand lunged for it but he let out a deep chuckle before holding it up and out of your reach, “I will take your body as a payment.”

The torches all blew out, casting the room into darkness as he watched you with interest as you still reached for the knife, wincing as it cut your palm, instead of the usual blood that would bubble to the surface the injury turned pitch black and the surrounding veins carried the colour down but when you looked back up, your brother was standing in front of you with his arms spread and all thoughts of the mistake you may have made disappeared.

The torches relit and you could see the bright smile on his face as you stepped away to look at him, “I love you Y/N,” your eyes welled with tears as he pulled you into a hug, and you were surprised he still smelt like honey and sage as you rubbed your face into his shoulder. However, when he continued to talk you found yourself remembering him telling you stories before bed, “but you’ve made a mistake. Anubis will destroy our people, you must run,” his hands were on your shoulders as he dug his fingers in so tight you were forced to wince away, shaking your head in confusion.

But as he began to melt away into the shadows, you lunged forward to grab him, but your hands gripped onto thin air and you felt your eyes welling up with tears as you felt his absence even harder in your heart. But as a hand ran through your hair, you remembered the deal you had made; turning to face Anubis, who chuckled at your tear streaked face before running a finger over your cheeks, collecting the tears before licking his finger clean, “humans are so frail.”

Then your body was engulfed by the shadows as your veins seemed to fill with ice, and when you caught your reflection you suddenly realised maybe you hadn’t made the wisest decision as liquid gold eyes stared back at you.

The feeling of losing control scared you, you could feel him under your skin trying to take over and without thinking you let out a scream as you threw yourself against the wall trying to get him to leave, but the hollow laugh in your head had you clawing at your skin to rid yourself of the invasion. The clink of gold as it fell to the floor along with your screams and grunts alerted the guards to your struggle, the rushed in to find you on all fours surrounded by torn clothing and jewellery.

“Get the priest,” the rest of the guards focused on holding you as they dragged your kicking figure towards your chambers, but as you slid away you felt yourself losing the fight and you began to worry what Anubis would do if he got control of your people.

The priest rushed into your chamber, halting when he saw you secured to a chair, and when your head snapped up to look at him, he backed away before glancing towards the other people of authority in the room waiting to hear if you were okay, “She is dead, however as Anubis resides in her body we cannot proceed with a proper burial, we must deal with this swiftly.”

You heard his words as if you were underwater, like when you dunked your head in the bath and you knew you had lost control as you felt yourself being carried somewhere, and then darkness.

***

“My Egyptian isn’t as rusty as you think it is Tae, stop translating everything for me like I’m a kid or an amateur,” Jeongguk pushed his hair out of his face before securing it with his red headband, whilst desperately trying not to fall off the camel that was swaying relentlessly.

“Someone asked you what your name was and you said ‘yes, I’m a treasure hunter’,” Taehyung laughed as Jeongguk let out a loud exhale, he hadn’t been to Egypt for a long time having had a tip about an old shipwreck and after discovering the riches, he had basked in the sun of wherever he wanted for almost a year, not having to crawl into small spaces or learn new languages.

But Taehyung was an old friend, and he couldn’t say no when his friend had mentioned a treasure more valuable than those usually found in the ancient, at , crumbling pyramids. But as the sweltering heat made sweat roll down his temple, he tried not to think of the penthouse in Dubai that he had stayed at, the one with the infinity pool and a view that would never be beaten, overlooking shiny buildings and a bit further the cerulean coloured sea.

Now his horizon showed him a very different picture; in the distance loomed the pyramids and Jeongguk felt like he was hallucinating due to dehydration as he looked at the architectural brilliance, almost five thousand years old. The pyramid they were heading to, the locals described as haunted, a promising start if there ever was one Jeongguk thought to himself.

The hieroglyphics surrounding the entrance apparently promised a fate worse than death to those who entered, but that wasn’t unusual as he remembered the first pyramid he had entered with Taehyung, almost ten years ago promising that they would encounter endless bad luck, instead they had found riches beyond their comprehension. Jeongguk reached for the gold knife that was secured in its sheath around his waist ever since Taehyung had found it abandoned in a pyramid and given it to him as a present, the knife that always reminded him of his past and to stay true to who he was.

The pyramids became larger as they got closer, Jeongguk’s camel was becoming increasingly uncomfortable as his knees rubbed against the tough fabric atop the hump, Jeongguk had always hated camels. So when they finally reached the pyramid, he didn’t wait for the guides to help him off; deciding instead, to hurl his body off the camel and into soft sand, to the amusement of Taehyung as Jeongguk scrambled to avoid being trampled.

“Amateur,” Taehyung coughed, and Jeongguk turned to his friend with a smirk about to throw a handful of sand in his face, before the elder pulled out his journal. Jeongguk decided to forgive him this once as he followed Taehyung to sit in the shade provided by the looming pyramid. Taehyung had decided it was a good time to discuss the plan, but Jeongguk wasn’t one for plans as he ran his fingers through the grains of sand, before standing to trace the engravings surrounding the entrance in interest, “are you even listening?” Taehyung growled, before standing and slamming his book shut, reaching into his back to grab a lighter and his torch.

“I prefer raid first, plan later,” Jeongguk replied, pulling his lighter from his pocket and following Taehyung inside hoping there would be an old torch he would get to light, because those always made the experience way more fun. With a smile, Taehyung picked up one from the wall and handed it to Jeongguk, before lighting his own as they both turned to look at each other with large smiles of excitement.

But a large gust of wind ripped through the entrance, howling as it travelled down the corridor and Taehyung shared a confused look with Jeongguk, usually the wind would be completely silent due to objects and treasures absorbing the brunt of the force, but it seemed maybe this place had already been ransacked; but that didn’t stop them from tentatively continuing to walk down, Jeongguk jokingly brushed his hand against TAehyung who leapt into the air, “you scared TaeTae?”

Taehyung scoffed, as he glanced down at the usual structure of the pyramids in the area continuing to walk forward, “No but I bet you are, little Gukkie.” If there was any nickname that would piss Jeongguk off this much, Taehyung had stumbled upon it a few years ago and was relentless in his use of it.

Their pace sped up as the sandy walls of the corridor seemed unending, and they both noticed the lack of decorations on the wall and how new all of the stones looked, compared to the worn down passages they were used to travelling from years of locals and explorers, in general, there was something off and Jeongguk didn’t like it as the hair on his arms raised.

“Guk, can you see that?” Taehyung nudged him before signalling to the end of the corridor where the dark shadows had collected unnaturally as if something was blocking the light. As they approached, tiptoeing although they knew it was stupid, quickly they realised it was the solid gold coffin that had been creating the shadow, and Jeongguk dropped his torch in surprise as it glittered in the light.

Although the local’s belief had been correct, the boys were still on edge as the journey had been too straight forward, and there had been no jewels, clothing or even boxes of decayed food leading up to the coffin. This would have been normal for any death, but the coffin was made of solid gold meant the corpse was a Pharaoh and therefore to be without any treasures, something was definitely wrong.

Taehyung circled the coffin slowly, inspecting the unscratched gold with a wide smile, but Jeongguk was more intrigued at what was inside as he reached into his bag for his crowbar, and slotting it between the openings in the coffin he applied enough pressure making it pop open, “You fucking idiot!” Taehyung screeched but the words didn’t reach Jeongguk’s ears as he was too busy inspecting what looked like black liquid leaking out of the coffin in interest.

But soon the leak, had caused the coffin lid to fall on the floor with a heavy clatter before a swarm of what looked like shadows emerged from the coffin as the boys stumbled back, Taehyung reaching for Jeongguk who had taken the brunt of the attack and when it finally cleared up, Jeongguk felt a weight on his chest, opening his eyes to see a girl sitting on his stomach, liquid gold eyes clearing up as she stared at him in shock before collapsing onto him with a gasp.

***

“What the fuck are we meant to do?” You watched the boys pace back and forth, and noticed that had been a phrase repeated ever since they had found you. When you had landed on Jeongguk’s chest and revealed you were, in fact, a Pharaoh of Egypt, was the first time you had heard the phrase. It had been repeated multiple times, as they lifted you onto the back of the camel and taken you to their camp.

You knew they were not speaking Egyptian anymore, yet your understanding of what they were saying was perfect, and you realised all the time locked up with Anubis had given you the power of language.

They had repeated that phrase again when you squirmed out of Jeongguk’s arms to run to the exit, before collapsing on the warm sand, tears streaming down your face as you looked at the sun that you thought you would never see again. The warmth that beat down on your skin and the soft scratch from the sand that had you digging your hands into it and enjoying the feeling and sight of anything other than darkness.

That was probably when they believed you were delusional, Taehyung, the boy with the sandy hair and kind eyes had given you water and insisted that you travel back with them so they could find your family. They had decided that you had been locked up by someone as a practical joke, but you knew who you were and why you had been locked away; punishment.

When you had insisted on sitting on Jeongguk’s camel, Taehyung had laughed when he had begun to complain, before he smiled at you and sent a glare to Jeongguk whilst helping you up, “Guk, people who are saved form a connection with their saviour. You saved her, therefore, she’s your problem now,”

You had frowned, “I am a problem?” The boys had looked at you in surprise when you had spoken, astounded that you had understood what they were saying as before Taehyung had translated you claiming you were a Pharoah.

But Jeongguk had enjoyed your company, you could tell by his blush and a small smile as he followed the group, and you wondered why he felt so familiar to you, why when your arms wrapped around his waist to hold on, you slotted perfectly in with his body.

When the boys had finally stopped complaining about their situation, you stopped looking back at your past day, looking up at Jeongguk who was holding something black and shiny in his hand and staring at it intently, “What is that in your hand?” Jeongguk glanced down at you in surprise.

“It’s a phone,” you raised an eyebrow as you tilted your head to look at it better, before he bent down to show you it. You had never seen anything so amazing, grabbing it from his hands as you mimicked what he had done, tapping on the screen and watching the picture change in amusement,

“I like this,” he smiled at your almost childish side before brushing the sand off of his shirt, making you glance at it in interest, “your style is awful, why do you cover your chest and why do you wear sleepwear on your legs?”

Jeongguk laughed, looking down at his trousers and trying to absorb what you had said as you sat opposite him wearing a borrowed white dress from one of the women staying at the camp, “It is bad manners to walk around without a top now,” you nodded in understanding.

Taehyung assumed you had suffered a concussion of sorts and had decided you were a Pharaoh, but Jeongguk agreed only to stop himself from being teased. But he believed you were telling the truth, you had told him about your life whilst sitting behind him on the camel, and there was something regal about you and for some reason, he felt like he knew you, that you would never lie to him.

“Jeongguk, get in here and help me file this necklace,” Taehyung shouted from inside a tent and as jeongguk leapt u, you followed him in interest to see the necklace. The tent was dimly lit and as you looked around for Taehyung, you noticed a very familiar object on the table, your necklace. Without a word, you walked over to it, picking it up in your hands as you felt your eyes begin to water at the remembrance that you had outlived everyone you had ever known and loved, your fingers traced the back of the sun shape and with a click, it unlocked to reveal a small portrait of your brother.

“Y/N?” Jeongguk’s hand landed on your shoulder, as he turned you slightly so he could see your expression, confused that you knew how to unlock it before realising it was yours, “Taehyung, I think the necklace is Y/N’s.” Taehyung grunted in acknowledgement, and you realised he didn’t believe you before you ran out of the tent, necklace clutched in your hand.

Jeongguk found you sitting in the sand, watching the sunset streak the sky with colours of orange and pink as you stroked the necklace lightly, he set the glass of water next to you, before sitting across from you and waiting for you to talk; which you did, “I have no place here anymore, no brother, no people to lead, no purpose. Thank you for releasing me from that hell, but I think it is time for me to join my people.”

You finally looked down from the sky, meeting Jeongguk’s eyes and as he tilted his head with a smile, you suddenly realised why you felt a connection to him, he looked exactly like your old fiance. jeongguk noticed your smile and shifted so he was sitting next to you, as he admired the view, you let yourself lean your head on his shoulder.

Jeongguk felt a sense of content, as he stroked your hair slowly, happy to see you relaxed and smiling instead of feeling out of place and as you looked up locking eyes with him, you felt drawn to his chocolate eyes, leaning forward until with a shout Taehyung interrupted the moment.

“Holy shit! I’ve made a huge discovery,” Taehyung shouted, he was holding his phone and as he came to a halt in front of you both, he stuck the device in your faces and you realised it was art form the palace walls, depicting your marriage to your fiance, that looked exactly like Jeongguk, “Guk, tell me that doesn’t look like you and the girl like Y/N! What does it mean Y/N? Are you married?”

You shook your head, thinking of the life you had left behind was still painful to you when you felt like only days had passed, when really it had been thousands of years, but you still wanted to explain. “It was foretelling the future of my marriage, I never was married and yes Jeongguk is the spitting image of my fiance.”

Jeongguk looked down at your interlinked hands, before pulling them into his lap and looking into your eyes, “Do you think I’m a reincarnation of your fiance?” Jeongguk had always believed in myths and it wasn’t too much for him to believe that destines soulmates would find each other in their next lives, so when you pursed your lips and nodded slowly, his heart began to beat in excitement.

Without thinking, he leant forward and pressed a swift kiss to your lips, before pulling you into a bone crushing hug, “I have always felt incomplete, but right here with you in my arms. I finally feel like I have found my missing piece, and I loved you even before I knew who I was to you.”

You smiled at him, before leaning back into a kiss, laughing as he complained about the sand that was all over your cheeks, but he still kissed them before kissing you on the lips in a kiss that had you seeing stars, and finally freeing you from the shackles the shadows had once controlled.

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