The curse and the price
Black Tower Apartments | Late Night
Taehyung stands in front of the massive black double doors of the penthouse, heart pounding. The hallway is dead silent, except for the faint thump of bass music leaking through the walls.
He gulps, checks the address Jungkook sent him again, then knocks.
The door swings open on its own. Taehyung cautiously steps inside.
The first thing that hits him is the sheer size. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the glowing city, polished marble floors reflect the moonlight, and expensive leather furniture is scattered like art pieces.
Taehyung
(Whispers): “Is this really where he lives?”
Then he hears it.
Raised voices. A loud slap. Something crashing.
He inches toward the hallway, peering around the corner—then freezes.
Jungkook stands inside a dimly lit bedroom, shirtless, panting, his chest heaving with anger. Across from him is a half-naked man, draped in silk sheets, clearly flushed and frustrated.
yugyeom
(pleading): “Come on, Jungkook… Just one more round. You said—”
Jungkook
Furious): “Get out.”
yugyeom
(Smirking): “You don’t really mean that. You need this, don’t you?”
The boy runs his hand down Jungkook’s chest.
Jungkook growls and suddenly grabs him by the hair, slamming his head against the doorframe—not hard enough to injure, but enough to make a point.
Jungkook
I said. Get. Out.”
The boy curses, grabs his clothes, and storms past Taehyung without noticing him.
Taehyung stands stunned, cheeks burning.
Taehyung
(Thinking): He’s into men…? Was that… was that part of his therapy?
Then Jungkook steps out, gaze immediately falling on him.
Their eyes lock.
Taehyung nods hesitantly.
Jungkook doesn’t explain. He just walks past him toward another room.
Jungkook
(calmly): “Come. We’ll start therapy in my room.”
The room smells like sweat and musk. The sheets are rumpled, but Taehyung pretends not to notice.
Jungkook sits on the bed and motions for him
Taehyung approaches, trying to maintain professionalism. He opens his medical bag, pulling out oil and gloves.
Jungkook strips off his tank top, revealing fresh bruises and old scars.
Taehyung takes a deep breath, beginning the massage, his hands tracing the sharp lines of Jungkook’s back and shoulders.
Jungkook
(Suddenly): “I have a curse.”
Taehyung
Blinks. “A curse?”
Jungkook exhales, resting on his arms.
Jungkook
I can’t win unless I sleep with someone the night before every fight.”
Taehyung stops, hand frozen mid-press.
Jungkook
“It’s been like this since my debut. Every fight I lost? I skipped the ritual. Every time I tried to ignore it… I got destroyed. But when I sleep with someone the night before—no matter who—I win.”
Taehyung
(confused): “That’s… you think that’s real?”
Jungkook
(Serious): “It is. I’m the champ, aren’t I?”
Taehyung lowers his eyes, unsure how to respond.
Jungkook
(Voice low): “So… what about you?”
Jungkook sits up, his gaze sharp and direct.
Jungkook
Its look like u still dont don't get it who the hell spends five grands on physiotherapy
Taehyung’s breath hitches.
Taehyung
W-What are you saying…?”
Jungkook
“I’m not forcing you. Walk away if you want. But if you stay, no therapy. No pay. Just this.”
Taehyung
Is this a joke…?”
Jungkook shrugs, reclining on the bed.
Jungkook
“Take your time. I’ve got till sunrise.”
Taehyung turns away, heart hammering in his chest. His hands are shaking. Thoughts race through his mind—the debt, the threats, the ramen dinners, the overdue rent. And the man behind him… powerful, broken, cursed… watching.He shuts his eyes.
Taehyung
(softly): “I’ll do it.”
Taehyung
That five thousand grands
you... you really have to give it to me
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