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He gotta' run.

He thought. His senses weren't working since he couldn't even open his mouth after seeing the beauty in front of him. Fuck no, he couldn't even turn around. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest. The eyes that were staring at him could drown him in them and he would do nothing but be fond of the power they hold. They're honey colored, mesmerizing to look at. Her hair that flowed which was a little brown but looked more of black. If there weren't the numerous candles that were around him, he would've assumed her hair was black.

Seokjin could see the milk dripping down her skin. Her collarbone that was on display.

Who even fucking baths in milk? That too, nowadays.

His eyes slowly go down as he immediately looks away in another direction out of respect. His ear that had turned a tinted shade of red. Her chest was on view but the upper part. Half of it was hidden in the pool of milk. Thank god, he didn't see anything in detail or he'd have felt guilty. Let's keep the guilty word aside, the man inside him is waking up who's been horny all his life. She was hot. Hot means hot. More than hot. He can't look at her or she's in trouble.

He could perceive her walking towards him because of the flow of milk hitting his chest. He turns slowly just to face her and tell her he didn't do anything or trespass her territory, however, she's already standing in front of him. His gaze moves to her hair that he could now clearly see. It had a few golden clips decorated over it. It seemed like they're priceless.

Why was she wearing hair clips while taking a bath?

His voice was caught in his throat.

Speak up, man. Speak up. Tell her you didn't do anything. "Listen, ma'am. I just fell into an abyss of nothingness and teleported here." That's it. Say it!

He yelled in his mind. He gulped down the lump of saliva that was stuck in his throat for the past few minutes when she amusedly touches his jaw pulling it up.

The irony—why?

He couldn't comprehend anything.

"What brings you to where I bath, my boy?" She leans in closer to him staring deep in his eyes as if she was trying to see the truth in them.

He didn't take time to respond, "....you."

WHAT THE FUCK?!!!! What did he just say???!!!! The 'you' that he had kept for his crush came out so late. Goddamn. He's going to throw a rock at God's temple for doing this to him after he goes back.

The you came out so hoarse and low from his throat as if he wasn't—in no way—lying.

Why was she—in the first place—calling him 'my boy'? He ain't no one's boy and she looked two years younger than him. If it was someone older, calling him 'baby boy', he would've understood it thinking she's some kinky ass woman but she—oh god-

Shaaaat—She's moving closer—Her eyes are on his lips. Hell no, she's damn gorgeous but he isn't going to kiss no one. Being loyal to his crush was his thing.

HE GOTTA PRETEND TO FAINT!

Nice idea.

He faints, just after taking a deep breath to live, falling into the milk. Descending in it is better than kissing an unknown girl. He goes deeper and deeper feeling a hand clutching his arm. Oh, she grabbed his arm, that means he's going to stay alive. Now, he gotta try to in all intents and purposes, sleep so she doesn't doubt him.

He wouldn't have thought....he would actually sleep...or faint?

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The dream. His dream was sustained. He turns in his laying position unconsciously smiling. The lovely woman in front of him who tucks her hair back looks up slowly in his eyes. His surroundings just like before, blue. She, who's staring at him lovingly.

"I am your crush?" She questions blinking a bit.

Seokjin loosens his tie opening his mouth to say yes. At that moment, he becomes aware of the tub of water being splashed on his face. He gasp, getting up in a snap of seconds leaning over his hands. His white shirt soaking wet and sticking to his body. His hair that was half drenched. He shakes his head trying to get the water out of his view and using his hand to run it over his face. His sleeves were still rolled up. His body felt heavy to himself.

WHO THE FUCK DID THAT?!

He looks up in rage at the bald man standing in front of him who seems completely weirded by the eyes glaring in his direction. He steps back clutching the tub dripping of water.

Wait, what? What was this guy wearing? His brows knit together as he skims his gaze at the fat guy who wore a skirt...wait, no. It was an Egyptian dress? Is this some prank? Were Jungkook or Jimin playing at something? Did they hire people to make fun of him? He immediately roams his gaze around staring at the marvelous palace he was sitting in. He looks down at the bed which was Egyptian too. He had traveled through Egypt before and even learned the language there.

The woman? She spoke Egyptian? His mouth hangs open. The dialogue she said.

What brings you to where I bath, my boy?

She said in Egyptian while he'd answered in his own language. A merit that he'd discovered. She didn't understand what he'd said before. And God's temple has been spared from a rock being thrown at it.

Seokjin knew so many languages from his childhood, he couldn't count them. He knew basics in some, while he was fluent in others. He had roamed around the world with his family and has been most interested in Egyptian mythology. He was so fascinated, he had decided to learn it to fulfill his own desire. He knew hieroglyphs too.

"Who are you?" He didn't listen to that being busy in his own thoughts as he turns to the man.

"I am sorry?" He apologizes for not hearing correctly but realizes that the man didn't understand shit about what he was saying.

He clears his throat using his fist, "I didn't get what you're saying, mister." He speaks in old Egyptian that he had learned before. He'd have forgot a bit of it but he still remembered how to talk in a way that the opposite person would understand him. His palms rest over the silk sheets down him. He felt so blessed if he was in ancient Egypt. That would be a dream come true but a nightmare at the same time.

"Who are you?" The man repeats himself and Seokjin unlatched his mouth, "My name is Kim Seokjin." That was all he replied with. Trying to stand up but the guy in front of him grabs a cane backing away as if he was an alien from another planet.

"What are you wearing?" Oh for God's sake, a shirt. Man needs some internet and fashion schooling.

His gaze moves to Seokjin's clothing. His drenched shirt that he desperately needed to change or it'll be a pain for him. He didn't want to get a cold and suffer afterward.

His mouth is open as he blinks a little, "Clothing? Shirt? Pants?" Does he have to go in detail and also say underwear.

The man's gaze moves down as he follows the direction his looking at. His underwear. The blue strap of his underwear! It's on display. For fuck's sake, he immediately hides it using his arm. Because of being wet, the white shirt had turned see through. Of course, it'd on show.

The guy squints his eyes still staring at Seokjin's hand which held a bracelet and a ring in it. In ancient Egypt, anyone wouldn't get it so easily. Of course, he was suspicious assuming he shall be a thief. Thief? He scoffs in his mind. He has enough money to buy several of these but for the man he gotta do something.

His attempt is a complete fail when he hears a sudden knock. A woman with her head down enters the room. She wore a short white dress that hung from her shoulders and was tied at her waist. A golden band hid the knot on her waist which looked like it was merely for the people of the palace. Her hair had a headband of the color blue over it whilst she wore a large necklace of gold around her neck.

"The pharaoh has asked for the invaders presence." Invader?! For fuck's sake, don't call him that. His pride was hurt from the inside. He finally stands up beside the bed.

"Listen, I am no invader!" He yells showing his palm but his hands are suddenly grabbed from behind catching him off guard, "What?! What are you doing?! Leave me alone!" Chains are tied to his hand as he felt nervousness grown in his stomach. He really felt like he did something wrong when he did nothing.

"Take him." He could feel his stomach churn because of being treated like this. The man pushes him forward.

"I beg your pardon? Can you describe what I did wrong to be treated like this? Hello?! Hey!" His yells are heard by no one as he's pushed towards the door.

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His eyes skim over his directions. This really was Egypt since Jungkook and Jimin couldn't buy a whole palace to do the drama. It was alluring to look at. He fucking felt more than lucky being dragged like a criminal in chains in an Egyptian palace which was in the color of golden and made of sand. He could perceive numerous eyes following him that were servants but also protectors here. Was the god thing real too? That Egyptian kings and queens are actually gods that were respected in these times. If it did, he wanted to go back. He isn't going to worship no one against his will.

Their clothing was so different. Men wore nothing but skirts and necklaces around their necks, having long hair and their eyes staring at him. He even had eye contact with many of those.

His gaze fell upon a woman staring at him. He didn't realize, he was staring at her for more than he showed have resulting in her winking at him.

He immediately looks away in another direction sheepish from the sudden wink.

Wait, was the lady in the bathtu-pool the sister of the pharaoh? What if she's his wife-?

No way. He didn't want that. He ain't being in the same bathing place as someone else's wife. It's okay if she's his sister but not wife. Wait—royals here used to marry their sisters. If she was his sister and also his wife, he's jumping from Mount Everest and never coming back.

Whoever she was, she minded her beauty more than anything since he saw her bathing in milk. Bathing in milk perfectly means the person wants their skin to be the best out there. And her being as beautiful as an enchantress was proof kept in front of him.

He sensed the hot sunlight hitting the palace which fell upon him too. He felt chills down his spine because of still being wet and walking in the hot sun. Will he die like this? No one was even listening to him. He felt famished because of him not eating anything from yesterday afternoon. In the afternoon, he remembered how he had at least ate a cake and croissant. Nothing other than that.

"What year is it?" He turns asking to the fat guy who was dragging him away. The guy ignores him never sparing a glance to the guy beside him as he does what he has to do.

"CAN YOU FUCKING ANSWER ME?! WHAT DID I EVEN DO WRONG?! I JUST ASKED THE YEAR AND YOU IGNORE ME! FUCKING-" Seokjin tries to choke him using his hand, however, he discerns his hands that were tied together. He bites his bottom lip looking as he takes deep breaths to calm himself down.

Inhale, and exhale.

He tells himself as the guy beside him still ignores him haughtily.

He had to keep it in. The anger should be in. He can do it.

There were three of them. Three guys that were dragging him somewhere. His hair was falling over his eyes. The gel he had used yesterday had disappeared from planet earth disappointing him to the core. He perfectly looked like someone who was robbed of his house, money, clothes; and all essential items. If his hands were free, he could've just used them to remove the hair. He knew they'll ignore him again, consequently, he kept quiet.

A large door stood in front of him where they'd stopped while gripping his tied arms. He looks up in radiating rage from his eyes. Whoever was inside is fucking dead since he's taken to them like this. He'll punch, slap, grip the hair and smash the head to the wall.

Seokjin superbly thought it was a guy.

Let him meet that guy. Just let him. Pharaoh or whatever the fuck he was.

The doors unlatch as his eyes look up...

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[ A/N: I love cliffhangers. 😌✨]