Cursed?
Same blood, different worth
Jungkook woke to the sting of cold water splashing across his face. His eyes flew open, heart lurching, but he barely had a second to breathe before a voice sliced through the damp chill.
Arrogant Maid
“Get up, you useless thing! You think chores will do themselves?”
Maid stood over him, empty bucket in hand, her lips twisted in disdain. The flickering bulb overhead cast her shadow long and sharp against the cracked walls of the servant quarters. Jungkook’s thin blanket was already soaked through, icy against his skin. He bit the inside of his cheek and forced himself not to shiver. Showing weakness never ended well.
His joints ached as he sat up, the straw mattress beneath him groaning in protest. The room was barely wide enough to stretch his legs, its corners damp with mold and neglect. He’d long stopped wondering if they’d ever fix the leaks. The Jeons wouldn’t waste money on someone they wished had never been born.
There were better rooms in the servant quarters—ones with proper beds and heaters for winter nights—but Jungkook was given the worst. The smallest, coldest space at the far end of the hall, where drafts seeped through cracked windows and rats scratched behind the walls. Even the other servants, who never dared to meet his eyes, seemed to pity him sometimes. But not enough to speak up. No one ever did.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I-I’ll get started,”
Jungkook replied- hisVoice raw with sleep, but the Maid’s hand snapped out, fingers digging into his arm with bruising force.
Arrogant Maid
“Make sure you stay out of sight today,” she hissed, nails biting through the thin fabric of his sleeve. “Young master Jeongguk is back, and no one wants to see your miserable face ruining things.”
Jeongguk. The name struck like ice down Jungkook’s spine. The golden twin—the blessing, adored by all. His brother. The one who never had to hide in shadows or scrub floors until his hands bled. The one who lived in the warmth of the main house, never sparing a glance for the brother cast aside.
It had been months since Jeongguk last came home, off to some academy for the gifted where the world seemed to bend at his feet. Jungkook’s memories of him were sharp with cruelty—the way Jeongguk’s gaze would slide past him as if he were a ghost, the way his words would cut deeper than any slap.
“Why don’t you just disappear already?” Jeongguk had once said, eyes cold and bored. “You’re nothing but a stain on this family.”
Those words still rang in Jungkook’s ears, even now.
Once, when they were children, Jungkook had stumbled through his lessons, letters twisting and doubling on the page. No matter how hard he tried, the words wouldn’t stay still. He had stuttered and fumbled, cheeks burning with shame as the tutor sneered. But no one had listened when he tried to explain—how the letters never made sense, how they blurred and danced until his head throbbed.
The more jungkook thought the more he recalled
Jeon Junseo/ Mr. Jeon
( “Stop making excuses,” his voice sharp with disgust. )
Jeon Seul/Mrs.jeon
(“you can’t even read!!!!! you’re even more pathetic than I thought! You're such an insult to my womb.” her voice laced with obvious disdain )
They never brought in a specialist, never asked if something was wrong. The word “dyslexic” was never uttered, not even in whispers. It was easier to believe he was just stupid, just defective—another flaw in a child who was never meant to exist
Even now, years later, Jungkook’s hands trembled when he picked up a book. He avoided writing, avoided any task that might betray him, keeping his head down and eyes lower. It was better to stay invisible. Better to be a shadow.
Obidience was all Jungkook knew. He never complained and always listened without refute. but that too didn't guarantee his safety.
Once, on the rare occasion when laughter had escaped him, light and startled, the sound had drawn eyes—disgusted and hateful. A passing maid had slapped the smile right off his face on the ordeal of his parents, her expression too was twisted.
It was as if they couldn't bear it. Couldn't bear to see him smile even the tiniest bit.
“Don’t you dare,” she’d spat, voice dripping venom. “Someone like you has no right to be happy.”
Since then, Jungkook learned to school his expressions, to smooth away smiles before they could bloom, to keep his head bowed and his voice soft. Happiness was a luxury for blessings, not curses.
The door creaked open without warning, snapping Jungkook from the memory. He flinched back instinctively, eyes dropping to the floorboards.
The voice was light, almost amused. Footsteps echoed in the cramped room, polished shoes stopping just short of the sodden mattress
Jungkook didn’t need to look up to know who it was. The scent of cologne, expensive and cold, was enough.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
( Jeongguk.)
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Pathetic.”
The twin who wore their shared face like a crown, every inch of him sculpted to perfection. Even without looking, Jungkook could picture him—eyes glinting with disdain, lips curled in a smirk that had haunted him for years.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I— I’m sorry,” Jungkook stammered, hating how small his voice sounded, how it cracked in the silence. “I was just about to—”
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Save it,” he sneered, cutting him off. “Your existence is apology enough.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
The words twisted deep, and Jungkook’s fingers curled into the soaked blanket, knuckles bone-white. But he forced himself to nod, gaze fixed firmly on the floor. Resistance only ever made things worse.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
( chuckled, a low, mocking sound, and leaned in, voice a cruel whisper.)
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Do us all a favor and stay out of sight,” he said, eyes glinting with something darker. “I don’t need a curse ruining my welcome back.”
The door slammed shut, the finality of it ringing loud and hollow in the silence left behind. Jungkook stayed where he was, head bowed, breath shallow and shuddering. His chest ached with something raw and bitter—anger, maybe, or something dangerously close to hopelessness.
He stayed like that for a long time, the cold seeping in deep, until the chill felt like it was part of him. Until he couldn’t tell where it ended and he began.
Arrogant Maid
( Was enjoying the show from sidelines and forwarded towards Jungkook as soon as jeongguk left the vicinity of the servant quarters )
Arrogant Maid
* pushed jungkook aggressively on the floor with a taunting smirk on her face before making her way out *
Arrogant Maid
"Hurry up fag."
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
( whimpered in pain but didn't complain and obidiently remained there. seated on the floor. )
Jungkook stayed on the floor for a long moment, knees pressed against the icy tiles, breath shallow and trembling. His fingers were still curled tight around the soaked fabric, knuckles bloodless and stiff. The chill seeped deep, numbing skin and bone, but he barely felt it—couldn’t feel much past the dull ache spreading heavy in his chest.
“Your existence is apology enough.”
words from earlier rang sharp and bitter, each syllable digging deeper, reopening wounds that never seemed to heal. The memory hung heavy, a weight pressing him lower, and for a heartbeat, Jungkook couldn’t move—couldn’t do anything but stare at the dark stains creeping into the cloth clutched between his fingers.
But the world didn’t pause for curses, and neither could he. Not if he wanted to avoid another beating.
With a breath that shuddered all the way through, Jungkook forced himself to his feet. His legs trembled, raw palms stinging as he gripped the counter for support. The flickering light overhead buzzed loud and sharp, a cruel reminder that silence was never safe. He bit the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste copper and blinked back the sting behind his eyes. There was no time to fall apart. No one would care even if he did.
He worked quickly, hands fumbling with wet fabric,as he undressed himself. gathering each soaked piece and wringing them out until water pooled at his feet. While putting them aside he hissed as The cuts on his fingers screamed with every twist, but pain was a familiar companion—constant, unremarkable. It was better to focus on that than the cold emptiness curling in his gut, the whispers that clawed at the edges of his mind.
Arrogant Maid
"Move faster, freak!"
A sharp rap at the door tore through the silence, followed by a sneering voice.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s fingers trembled as he pulled on a threadbare shirt, the fabric rough and frayed at the edges.
It was the least worn-out pair he had, but the sleeves still stopped above his wrists, too short and stretched thin with age. His pants weren’t much better—faded and loose, dragging over bare feet that had long since grown used to the chill of cracked tiles and icy floors. The small mirror hanging crookedly on the wall reflected a pale face, dark eyes dull and rimmed with shadows.
His hands moved slowly, smoothing the wrinkles, though it made little difference. Nothing could hide the bruises blooming dark and painful along his arms, the thinness of his frame or the way his shoulders curled inward, instinctive and defensive.
Arrogant Maid
"do you want to get beaten again you bit_h??”
Jungkook flinched, fingers fumbling with the buttons.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I-I’m coming,”
He mumbled, voice cracking low, and hurried to pull the shirt over bruised shoulders. The door creaked open before he could reach it fully, slamming against the wall with a force that made him flinch back instinctively.
The Maid stood in the doorway, eyes narrowed with impatience and disgust. The moment he stepped out, head ducked low, her hand shot out, palm cracking sharp against his cheek. The sting bloomed instantly, hot and searing, and his head snapped to the side, eyes squeezing shut.
Arrogant Maid
She spat, lip curling “Can’t even manage to dress yourself properly. No wonder everyone hates you."
Arrogant Maid
" Tell you what- If it were up to me, I’d throw you and toss you out like the trash you are just like them.”
Jungkook’s cheek throbbed, the skin raw and burning, but he bit the inside of his lip hard to keep the tears at bay. Crying only made it worse—he’d learned that young. His hands shook as he bowed his head lower, dark hair falling over his eyes.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I’m s-sorry”
He whispered, voice barely more than a breath.
The said maid scoffed, pushing past him with a glare.
Arrogant Maid
“Don’t stand there like an idiot,” she snapped, voice carrying down the hallway. “The dishes won’t clean themselves, freak.”
His legs felt heavy, the ache from yesterday’s chores still clinging stubbornly, but he forced them to move, each step slow and careful. The hallway stretched long and dim, the cracked wallpaper peeling in strips. The servant quarters were dark and cold, the narrow windows fogged with grime and frost, but the main mansion loomed ahead—warm and blinding, a palace of marble and glass.
Jungkook hesitated at the back entrance, fingers hovering over the brass handle, breath misting in the cold. The light spilling through the glass was too bright, too warm, a stark reminder of everything he didn’t belong to. But the thought of Maid’s resentful glare, her pressing a sleek heated iron rod on his wrist last time he’d been late,The fear of those burns, forced him forward.
The warmth inside was suffocating after the icy air outside, heavy with the scent of lavender polish and roasting meat. Voices drifted down the corridor—maids chattering lightly, laughter careless and bright. Jungkook kept his head down, eyes fixed on the marble floor, heart thundering painfully against his ribs.
It didn’t take long for the whispers to start.
？？？
“Look who finally decided to crawl out of his hole,” one of the maids sneered, voice low but loud enough to carry.
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“Maybe he’s here to curse the food,” another snickered, lips twisting cruelly. “Isn’t that all he’s good for?”
Jungkook’s shoulders tensed instinctively, steps faltering, but he forced them forward—hands clutching the hem of his shirt tight enough for the seams to strain. The kitchen doors loomed ahead, warmth spilling through the gap, and he slipped inside quickly, fingers trembling with every step.
But safety was a luxury he’d never had.
Jeongguk’s voice rang out before he could take another breath, smooth and cold.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
"Disgusting."
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
He drawled, eyes glinting with disdain. His posture was lazy, one hand resting on the kitchen counter. The unwelcoming gaze set on his 'twin' “Can’t even walk properly, can you?”
Jungkook froze, throat tightening painfully. His eyes flickered up instinctively, catching Jeongguk’s gaze for a split second before dropping back to the floor. His fingers twisted in the hem of his shirt, nails biting through thin fabric into bruised skin.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I-I’m sorry,” he mumbled, voice cracking low. “I didn’t—c-can- I’ll move faster.”
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
Jeongguk scoffed, lips curling. “You’re sorry for everything, aren’t you?” he sneered, voice light and mocking.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Must be tiring, being such a disappointment all the time.”
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
His hand shot out suddenly, shoving hard against Jungkook’s shoulder. The impact sent him stumbling back, shoulder slamming into the doorframe, pain flaring white-hot and instant. Laughter rang out—sharp and cruel, echoing against marble and steel.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“You're so unpleasant to look at you know?” Jeongguk muttered, flicking invisible dust off his sleeve. “Keep the rules in mind Or I’ll make sure you remember it my way.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s legs trembled, eyes stinging, but he didn’t hesitate—couldn’t. He turned quickly, stumbling over his own feet, steps uneven and rushed. The hallway was empty, shadows stretching long and cold, and he hurried through it, breaths coming short and shallow, pulse drumming painfully loud in his ears.
The laundry room was colder, the draft biting through the thin fabric of his shirt, but it was quiet—blessedly, painfully quiet. His hands moved on instinct, gathering linens and uniforms, the pile seeming to grow heavier with every load. By the time the first basket was done, his arms ached, palms stinging with tiny cuts and scrapes.
The laundry for the family came first—silks and velvet, soft and delicate. Then the servants’ uniforms—stiff, dark, smelling of starch and sweat. Hours blurred, the sun crawling higher through barred windows, feet sore from standing. The washing machine rattled and groaned, but he moved mechanically, scrubbing collars and cuffs until his fingers turned numb.
His hands stilled only when the last shirt was wrung out, water pooling dark at his feet. The ache in his chest pulsed sharp and hollow, exhaustion weighing down heavy and relentless. His eyes stung with fatigue, limbs trembling, but there was no time to pause.
His eyes burned, lips parting to draw shallow breaths as he blinked back the tears that threatened to spill. Crying would only make it worse. Weakness was a sin in this house, and he had no more room for sin.
Somewhere, beyond the thin walls, laughter echoed—bright and carefree. Jeongguk’s voice among them, ringing clear and light, a melody in a world Jungkook could never reach.
And as he dipped his hands back into the soapy water, scrubbing at a stubborn stain, he whispered the only truth he knew, a mantra to fill the hollow silence.
“A mistake in flesh, a burden by name.”
This wasn't the only one he knew
"Not fit to live, only fit to obey."
"Cursed in blood, worthless in flesh."
Grandma's Will?
By the time Jungkook finished the laundry, the sun hung high, marking noon. His fingers were raw and bleeding from hours of scrubbing, knuckles cracked and stinging with every movement. But he couldn't afford resting.
His stomach ached with hunger, a hollow pain he was used to ignoring. Breakfast had been a stale piece of bread—thrown at him by a sneering servant who made sure it landed on the dusty floor. Jungkook hadn’t dared complain, instead mumbling a timid thank you before swallowing the dry crumbs quickly, mindful not to be seen.
He glanced at the neat rows of clothes fluttering on the line, exhaustion dragging at his limbs. For a moment, a small, tired smile tugged at his lips—until the door swung open with a bang, and Maid’s voice cut through the silence like a knife.
Arrogant Maid
“Fag!” she snapped, eyes narrowed with disdain. “Standing around and grinning like an idiot? Must be nice. Didn’t know filth like you got breaks.”
Jungkook flinched, smile vanishing instantly. His heart pounded painfully, and he quickly looked down, fingers twisting into the hem of his worn-out sleeves.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
"I-I’m sorry” he mumbled, voice small and trembling. “I was just—”
Arrogant Maid
“Just what?”
Maida sneered, stepping forward. Her hand shot out, nails digging into his shoulder with bruising force.
Arrogant Maid
“You think anyone cares for your excuses? Useless trash.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“N-no” he Whispered, his breath hitching
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I’ll get back to work. I-I didn’t mean to—”
Arrogant Maid
“You never mean to” * rolls her eyes *
She spat, her hand flashing out before he could react. The slap landed hard, whipping his head to the side with a sharp crack that left his cheek burning.
Arrogant Maid
“Get moving before I really lose my patience, you disgusting little mistake.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
His cheek throbbed painfully, eyes stinging with unshed tears, but he forced himself to nod, biting down on his trembling lip.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“Yes, Ma’am,” he whispered, voice barely audible.
The pain was easier to deal with when he focused on the next task, the next step—on keeping his hands busy and his mouth shut. His thoughts were muddled, heavy with exhaustion and a dull ache that never quite left his chest.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
[ Maybe if he worked faster, if he did better, they wouldn’t look at him with so much hate. Maybe, if he tried harder— ]
The main house loomed before him, pristine and cold. Jungkook slipped in through the back door, careful to keep his head down, steps light and quiet. He moved quickly, scrubbing dishes and scouring countertops, hands stinging from the harsh detergent.
He was drying the last dish when the sound of heels clicking against the tiles sent ice down his spine. Jungkook froze, heart hammering painfully as he glanced up to find his mother standing in the doorway, lips twisted with disdain.
Jeon Seul/Mrs.jeon
“Why are you still here?” she snapped, arms crossing elegantly.
Jeon Seul/Mrs.jeon
“Shouldn’t you be done by now?”
wrinkled her nose, gaze skimming over jungkook like one would do at a stain.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I- just d-done madam Jeon”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
* stammered while quickly placing the dish down and bowing his head * “I’ll—I’ll hurry.”
Jeon Seul/Mrs.jeon
“Excuses?” she scoffed, eyes cold. “You’re nothing but a burden. Honestly, I don’t even know why we keep you around. It would’ve been better if you never existed.”
The words stung, sharp and familiar.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook bit down on his trembling lip, throat tight. His hands shook as he grabbed the mop, knuckles white with how tightly he gripped the handle.
“I-I’ll clean faster,” he mumbled, voice cracking.
Jeon Seul/Mrs.jeon
“Do better,” she snapped, turning on her heel without another glance. “Or I’ll make sure you don’t get food for a week bitch.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s eyes stung, but he blinked rapidly, forcing the tears back. Crying wouldn’t change anything. He knows but still a few fell without his will.
He was halfway through mopping the floors, limbs heavy with fatigue, when footsteps echoed down the hall. Jeongguk strolled in, shirt crisp and eyes glinting with something cruel. His smile was pretty, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Oh,” Jeongguk drawled, stopping just short of the wet tiles.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Isn’t it really pathetic how hard you try?”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s breath caught, fingers clenching the mop tighter. Not wanting to reply.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
Jeongguk clicked his tongue, smirk widening. “attitude hah?” he scoffed as he gripped back of jungkook's nape pushing him forward towards himself. his grip tightening in a cruel way.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
"You do realize no one wants you here, right? Maybe if you weren’t so… abnormal, they’d have gotten rid of you already.”
Pushes him away as of swatting a fly.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook forced himself to swallow back the lump in his throat. He kept his gaze fixed on the floor, breaths shallow and quick. He dare not do anything else.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I’m sorry” he whispered, eyes shut tight. His voice low.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Of course you are,” Jeongguk sneered. “you're such a 'sorry' excuse of a human”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I—” Jungkook’s voice broke, words catching painfully. “I not just wa-nt to—”
？？？
“To what?” another voice echoed through the hallway
Jeon Ji-eun/elder sister of twins
Ji Eun scoffed. “Be part of this family?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “Keep dreaming, freak. You’re lucky we haven’t thrown you out yet.”
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
Jeongguk chuckled, leaning back against the wall with a smirk. “He’s like a stray,” he said airily. “Pathetic, isn’t it?”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
A heavy hand landed on his shoulder suddenly, fingers digging in painfully, and Jungkook’s eyes widened with a muffled gasp.
His father’s voice was low and cold, disgust practically dripping from each word.
Jeon Junseo/ Mr. Jeon
“Did I say you could stop working, you piece of sh_t?” he growled. “Or are you so useless you can’t even follow orders properly? What now? brain disability paired with ear disability?”
The three of them; jeongguk, ji-eun and his 'father' shared the same look. As if they couldn't just wait to throw him out into streets to watch him die a death worse than that of a beggar.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
* terrified *
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
he couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe past the suffocating weight pressing down on his chest.
“n-no..no-no I'll do faster” he mumbled, voice a frail whisper.
His father scoffed, shoving him forward with enough force that he nearly fell to his knees.
Jeon Junseo/ Mr. Jeon
“Waste of space,” he spat. “Get out of our sight.”
They left with mocking laughs, footsteps fading down the hall, leaving Jungkook alone in the cold silence. The mop slipped from his grasp, clattering against the tiles, but he couldn’t find the strength to pick it up, knees buckling as he sank to the floor.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
'You’re nothing. A burden. A curse.' The words rang cruelly in his mind, echoing until they were all he could hear.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Maybe they’d look at him with something other than hatred. Maybe, one day, they’d let him stay.Maybe one day they'll realise'
But the thought was laughable, even to him. Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, breath hitching, fingers curling tighter into his sleeves.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I’m not- n-not disabled, not a fag..I am j-jungkook” he choked out, voice a fractured whisper, but the only answer was silence.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
And he continued scrubbing the floors, knuckles raw and vision blurred, until the sun dipped below the horizon and the hallways lay in shadow.
Days blurred into each other, marked by endless chores and muffled cries that echoed within the cold walls of the servant quarters. Jungkook's world was a constant whirl of scrubbing, washing, and hurried whispers of apologies that went unheard. His fingers stayed red and raw, his back ached from bending for hours, and his eyes stung with exhaustion that never faded.
His meals were stale scraps, if any at all, eaten hastily and in secret. Rest was brief, haunted by nightmares that left him gasping awake, a hand clutched over his mouth to muffle the sobs. The bruises never got a chance to fade, each layer covered by new ones.
But even worse than the pain was the loneliness—the suffocating isolation of being unseen, unloved, unwanted. Every smile he tried to muster died before it could bloom, smothered by harsh words and mocking sneers.
It was morning when the door was thrown open with a bang, jarring Jungkook awake. He scrambled up, heart pounding, hands trembling as he fumbled to stand.
The maids stormed in, eyes glinting with disdain.
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"Get up, freak," one of them sneered, grabbing his arm with bruising force. "Jeongguk wants you in the living room. Now."
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I-I—” His voice cracked, but he bit down on his lip, nodding quickly. “Y-Yes, I—”
His words broke into a startled gasp as they dragged him out roughly, feet stumbling over the uneven floor. He barely managed to keep up, vision swimming with exhaustion. By the time they reached the main house, his legs were trembling, breath coming in quick, panicked bursts.
They didn’t slow down. The moment they crossed the threshold, one of the maids yanked him forward and threw him to the floor, the hard marble slamming into his knees with a sickening thud. Pain shot up his legs, white-hot and dizzying, but Jungkook barely had time to catch his breath before a sharp kick landed on his side, sending him sprawling with a choked cry.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
"Well, look who finally decided to show up," Jeongguk's voice drawled, cold and taunting. He leaned back against the couch, a glass of wine in hand, eyes glinting with cruel amusement.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
"Did you crawl here, or are you just that slow, you useless waste of space?"
Jungkook's head spun, cheek pressed against the cold marble as he tried to push himself up. His limbs trembled violently, eyes already glistening with unshed tears.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I-I’m sorry,” he gasped, voice barely more than a whisper. “I-I’ll not repeat next time, I—”
A harsh slap cut him off, sharp and brutal. His head snapped to the side, vision blurring with the force of it. The sting radiated down to his jaw, hot and unrelenting.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“I didn’t ask for your excuses,” Jeongguk sneered, grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking him upright. “God, you’re pathetic. Can’t even kneel properly. Are you that desperate for attention, you disgusting little pest?”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook bit down on his trembling lip, the metallic taste of blood seeping onto his tongue. His chest constricted painfully, breaths shaky and shallow.
“I-I’m sorry,” he choked, curling in on himself instinctively. “Please, I didn’t mean—”
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Shut up,” Jeongguk snapped, shoving him back down harshly. “Do you know what people say when they see you? That the Jeons must’ve been cursed to have a freak like you in the family.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s breath hitched, eyes stinging. The words sliced deeper than any slap, ripping through the fragile walls he had built around himself. His hands shook, fingers curling desperately into the hem of his sleeves.
“B-But I—”
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“But nothing,” Jeongguk spat, eyes narrowing. “The only reason you’re still alive is because we haven’t figured out how to get rid of you without causing a scandal. Don’t get any ideas, you miserable excuse for a human.”
The rest of the family watched with cold eyes, no one bothering to intervene. His mother scoffed, sipping her tea with disdain. His father looked away, as if the very sight of him was too repulsive to bear.
Jeon Ji-eun/elder sister of twins
“Can’t you even look presentable?” Ji-eun sneered, eyeing Jungkook’s tattered clothes with a look of disgust. “Or is being filthy just part of who you are?”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s shoulders hunched instinctively, eyes widening
“I-I don't—”
Another slap cut him off, the force of it making his ears ring.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Just shut up,” Jeongguk hissed, voice low and dangerous. “You think anyone wants to hear your pathetic voice? You should be grateful we even let you breathe our air.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s vision blurred, the room spinning nauseatingly. His lips trembled, words caught painfully in his throat.
“I-I… I’m s-sorry…”
For what? Even he doesn't know.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Of course, you are,” Jeongguk sneered. “You’re always sorry. Always so desperate to please. It’s pathetic.”
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A harsh kick to his side sent him crumpling, breath punched out of his lungs with a strangled gasp. The maids snickered cruelly, eyes glinting with contempt.
“Maybe if you crawl properly, Jeongguk might forgive you,” one of them mocked, lips curling. “Isn’t that what you’re best at, freak?”
Tears slipped down Jungkook’s cheeks before he could stop them, shame flooding his senses. He tried to stifle the sobs, tried to muffle the pathetic noises that slipped past his lips, but it only seemed to amuse them more.
Just then, the heavy doors swung open, and a flurry of footsteps filled the hall. A team of men in dark suits rushed in, their expressions tense and uncertain. The family turned, irritation flaring at the interruption.
Jeon Junseo/ Mr. Jeon
“What’s the meaning of this?” Mr. Jeon snapped, eyes narrowing.
lawyer
The lead lawyer hesitated, clearing his throat nervously. “Sir, we… We found Mrs. Jeon’s will. The one she left five years ago.”
lawyer
The lawyer fumbled with a folder, hands trembling as he flipped through the pages. His eyes darted to Jungkook briefly—hesitating, almost guilty—before he spoke.
lawyer
“It… It states that an engagement was arranged between Jungkook and the youngest Kim grandson… Kim Taehyung.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
The words fell like stones, shattering the silence. Jungkook’s breath caught, eyes widening in shock. His heart pounded wildly, disbelief and confusion tangling painfully in his chest.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“What?” Jeongguk’s voice was a snarl, fury darkening his eyes. “That’s ridiculous! That freak—”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Another brutal slap from jeongguk silenced Jungkook’s gasp.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“You don’t deserve him,” Jeongguk snarled. “You’re nothing but a curse! You think anyone would ever want you?”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“B-But… I-I didn’t—” he stammered, voice cracking. “I-I never… meant to—”
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Shut up!”
Jeongguk’s foot connected with his side viciously, the impact stealing the air from his lungs in a broken gasp.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“You think playing innocent will change anything? You think you’re wanted now, just because of some stupid will?”
Jeon Junseo/ Mr. Jeon
His father’s eyes were cold, disdain curling his lip. “That damned old woman,” he muttered, fists clenched. “Even in death, she finds a way to humiliate us.”
Jeon Seul/Mrs.jeon
Mrs. Jeon scoffed, fingers tapping irritably against her glass. “That woman was always soft-hearted and foolish. As if the Kims would actually go through with this farce,” she sneered, gaze flicking to Jungkook with open revulsion. “I doubt they’ll even accept once they see who they’re supposed to marry.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s heart pounded painfully, confusion and dread swirling in his chest. “M-Marry?” he whispered, voice tiny and broken. “B-But I—I don’t—”
Jeon Ji-eun/elder sister of twins
“Of course, you don’t,” Ji-eun scoffed, arms crossed. “It’s not like you have a choice, anyway. You should be grateful someone’s willing to take you off our hands.”
Jeongguk’s fist crashed into Jungkook’s face suddenly, making him cry out in shock and pain. His vision went white, ears ringing with the force of it. Blood dripped slowly from his split lip, warm and metallic on his tongue.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“You’ll ruin everything,” Jeongguk growled, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him up roughly. “You think Taehyung will ever love someone like you? He’ll despise you! He’ll throw you away the second he sees your pathetic face!”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s eyes stung, vision blurring with tears he tried desperately to blink back. “I-I… I’m sorry,” he choked, voice barely more than a whisper. “I-I didn’t mean to… I won’t… I’ll be good, I promise—”
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“You can’t even do that right,” Jeongguk spat, shoving him back down with enough force to slam his knees against the marble, raw and aching. “You’re a curse. You always have been. You should’ve died with her—maybe then we wouldn’t have to deal with your disgusting existence.”
lawyer
The lawyers shifted nervously, eyes darting between the scene unfolding and the enraged faces of the Jeons.
“T-The will,” one of them stammered hesitantly. “If it isn’t honored… both families will suffer severe financial and political losses. The clauses are… ironclad. Breaking it would ruin the Jeon reputation entirely.”
Jeon Junseo/ Mr. Jeon
Mr. Jeon’s jaw clenched, eyes cold and calculating. “So we’re supposed to hand that thing over to the Kims and hope they don’t back out?” he snarled, gaze flicking to Jungkook with open contempt.
Jeon Ji-eun/elder sister of twins
“Not… necessarily,” Ji-eun mused, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. Gesturing maids to take jungkook away.
Jeon Ji-eun/elder sister of twins
“If we propose a contract marriage instead… something temporary. Long enough to save face, at least.”
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
Jeongguk’s hands trembled with rage, lips curling back in a snarl. “You can’t be serious!” he snapped. “You can’t let him—let that freak—”
Jeon Junseo/ Mr. Jeon
“Watch your tone,” Mr. Jeon snapped, voice icy. “We’ll handle this our way. Your feelings are irrelevant right now.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook barely heard them, ears ringing and limbs numb with shock. His heart fluttered painfully in his chest, a fragile, foolish spark of hope igniting despite everything.
“Married,” he thought, breath hitching. “To… to Taehyung?”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
His fingers trembled, clutching the fabric of his sleeves tightly, eyes wide and dazed. “M-Maybe… maybe he won’t hate me?” he thought desperately, the idea almost too bright to bear. “Maybe… maybe he’ll be kind. Maybe… someone will finally…”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
A soft, shaky smile touched his bruised lips, eyes glistening with a naive hope that bordered on heartbreaking.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“Maybe things will get better now?” he whispered, voice quivering. “Maybe… he’ll love me?”
But behind his back, the Jeons exchanged cold, calculated glances, voices low and scheming.
Jeon Junseo/ Mr. Jeon
“We’ll send him to the Kims,” Mr. Jeon muttered, eyes dark with disdain. “If they accept, good. If not, we’ll find a way to use this to our advantage. Either way, that worthless pest is out of our way for good.”
Jeon Ji-eun/elder sister of twins
Ji-eun smirked, lips curling with cruel amusement. “Good riddance,” she drawled. “It’s about time we got rid of that eyesore.”
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
Jeongguk’s eyes narrowed, hands clenching into fists as he glared down at Jungkook’s trembling form with pure hatred.
“You think you’ve won?” he hissed, voice venomous. “Don’t get your hopes up, you miserable little worm. Taehyung will throw you away like the trash you are.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook flinched, shoulders curling in defensively. But the small, fragile spark of hope refused to die, no matter how cruel the words were—no matter how much they stung.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“Maybe,” he thought weakly, heart aching with the force of it. “Maybe… I’ll finally be happy.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
But even as he dared to dream, shadows loomed at the edges—dark and merciless, waiting to consume him whole.
Lies
Jungkook’s hands trembled as he buttoned the crisp white shirt, fingers fumbling over the delicate fabric. The outfit felt unfamiliar, almost too refined for him, but when Jeongguk had thrown it at him with a sneer, his heart had fluttered with the faintest spark of hope.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Wear this” Jeongguk had snapped, eyes cold and disdainful.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Don’t embarrass us more than you already have, you useless pest.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook had barely managed to whisper a shaky “O-Okay, hyung. T-Thank you.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
*The words were timid, earnest, as if he couldn’t believe Jeongguk would offer him anything but scorn.*
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
*Jeongguk’s eyes narrowed with irritation, but he said nothing, only scoffed and turned away, leaving Jungkook to change alone.*
But that tiny, foolish spark refused to die.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“Maybe… maybe he’s finally… being kind?”
Jungkook thought, smoothing the fabric down with careful hands. His chest fluttered with nervous anticipation, cheeks flushed with hope.
But the car ride to the Kims shattered that illusion quickly.
The journey to the Kim estate was silent and tense, Jeongguk’s gaze fixed pointedly out the window, lips curled with disdain. Jungkook, meanwhile, was mesmerized, eyes wide and sparkling as he stared out at the passing scenery.
It was his first time in a car, and he couldn’t help but marvel at the way the world seemed to blur by, sunlight glinting through the glass. His hands clenched nervously in his lap, but his lips curved with the softest, most genuine smile.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“S-So pretty,” mumbled under his breath, eyes bright.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I-I’ve never… seen anything like…”
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
Jeongguk’s gaze snapped to him, lip curling.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Shut up,” he hissed.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Stop grinning like an idiot. It’s pathetic.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook flinched, smile faltering. “S-Sorry”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
He whispered, voice small. “I didn’t mean to—”
But Jeongguk had already looked away, jaw clenched tight with rage he couldn’t quite swallow. His fingers drummed irritably against his knee, eyes dark with something twisted and venomous.
As soon as they reached the entrance, Jeongguk’s patience snapped entirely. His hand shot out, fingers digging painfully into Jungkook’s arm as he yanked him out of the car.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook yelped, stumbling as his feet hit the gravel. “H-Hyung—”
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Walk” Jeongguk snarled, shoving him forward.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Since you’re so desperate to be a Kim, you can find your own way in, you worthless fag.”
The doors slammed shut behind him, tires screeching as the car sped away, leaving Jungkook alone and stunned, the chilly wind biting through the thin fabric of his clothes.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
His lips trembled, eyes glistening with confused hurt. “B-But… hyung…” he whispered, voice wavering.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“W-What did I do wrong…?”
The path stretched endlessly before him, pristine and deserted, flanked by tall trees that swayed and whispered in the wind. Jungkook bit his lip, fingers twisting nervously in his sleeves.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“M-Maybe… I-I’ll just…yeah! Walk- It's so beautiful around here t-too” he mumbled, taking a hesitant step forward.
The wind was harsh, cutting through him with cruel indifference, and soon his fingers were numb, cheeks raw and pink from the cold. His vision blurred with tears, but he blinked them back, breaths shivering in the silence.
And then, a car slowed beside him, sleek and black, the tinted windows glinting ominously. The door clicked open, and a figure stepped out, all sharp lines and refined elegance.
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of him, but the disdain smoothed over into polite indifference almost instantly. His gaze flickered, briefly puzzled.
Kim Taehyung
He started, but as the wind tugged at the hood shielding Jungkook's face, the truth settled in.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s eyes widened a fraction.
Kim Taehyung
He murmured, voice soft with something that might’ve been surprise. “You’re not…”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook blinked up at him, eyes wide and startled, lips parted in confusion.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I-I… I’m s-sorry, I—”
Kim Taehyung
“You’re shivering”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung cut him off, voice smooth and unconcerned as he shrugged off his coat with fluid grace. He didn’t wait for a response, draping it over Jungkook’s shoulders without hesitation.
Kim Taehyung
“Can’t have my fiancé catching a cold, can I?”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s breath hitched, cheeks flushing a soft, rosy pink. His fingers clutched the coat instinctively, warmth seeping through the fabric.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“Y-Your… f-fiancé…?” he stammered, eyes shimmering with disbelief.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s lips curved faintly, eyes glinting with something unreadable.
Kim Taehyung
“Isn’t that what the will says?” he murmured coolly, stepping back with a languid grace.
Kim Taehyung
“Come along. We shouldn’t keep the others waiting.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook stumbled after him, cheeks still flushed, fingers trembling as they gripped the coat tightly.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“S-So warm…” he thought, heart fluttering painfully. “He’s… h-he’s so kind…”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung watched him from the corner of his eye, jaw tight.
Kim Taehyung
“You look pathetic"
he muttered, more to himself than to Jungkook, but the words made Jungkook flinch nonetheless.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I-I’m sorry” Jungkook mumbled instinctively, head bowing.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I-I didn’t mean to—”
Kim Taehyung
“Save it,” Taehyung cut in, voice clipped. opening the car door for jungkook.
Kim Taehyung
“Just get inside before you pass out.”
Soon the car stopped at the main entrance.
Taehyung got out first opening the door for jungkook who blushed helplessly at the action.
The entrance hall of the Kim mansion was nothing short of intimidating. High ceilings stretched above, adorned with glistening chandeliers, and the walls were lined with portraits of the Kim ancestors, their gazes cold and watchful. Jungkook shrank into himself instinctively, fingers tightening on the coat draped around his shoulders.
Beside him, Taehyung’s expression was unreadable, eyes fixed forward as he led the way with long, confident strides.
Jungkook stumbled slightly, trying to match Taehyung’s pace, but the exhaustion in his limbs made every step heavier than the last. His gaze darted nervously to the towering marble pillars and the grand staircase that spiraled upward, mouth dry with unease.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s voice cut through the silence, cold and impassive.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“S-Sorry”
Taehyung unconsciously frowned at the ample amount of time Jungkook has said sorry in such a short period time but soon shrugged it off.
The doors to the drawing room loomed ahead, intricately carved and imposing. Two guards pulled them open in sync, revealing the Kim family seated inside, their gazes snapping to the newcomers with sharp, assessing eyes.
Kim Takyun/Mr. Kim
Mr. Kim’s eyes narrowed immediately.
Kim Hayun/Mrs. Kim
Mrs. Kim’s lips pursed, her gaze sweeping over Jungkook with thinly veiled disgust.
Jungkook’s steps faltered, hands trembling as he clutched the coat tighter. His eyes dropped to the polished floor, heart pounding painfully against his ribcage.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
💭“They… they hate me,” he realized, stomach twisting. “O-Of course they do…”
Kim Takyun/Mr. Kim
“You’re late,” Mr. Kim snapped, voice clipped. “We don’t have all day.”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s eyes flickered with irritation.
Kim Taehyung
“We had… a delay” he replied smoothly, casting a brief glance at Jungkook’s trembling form. “Shall we begin?”
Kim Hayun/Mrs. Kim
Mrs. Kim’s eyes darkened further. “I see,” she sneered, gaze raking over Jungkook’s bruises and the oversized coat drowning his small frame.
Kim Hayun/Mrs. Kim
“So this is the one causing all the trouble.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook flinched, eyes squeezing shut instinctively.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I-I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice barely audible.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s jaw ticked.
Kim Taehyung
“He’s not here to apologize,” he said icily, guiding Jungkook forward with a firm grip on his arm.
Kim Taehyung
“Let’s get this over with.”
Jungkook stumbled, barely managing to stay upright as he was led to the center of the room, eyes fixed firmly on the ground. His legs trembled with the urge to run—to flee from the cold eyes and sharper words—but Taehyung’s hold was unrelenting. But he somehow felt comforted.
Mr. Kim’s fingers drummed impatiently on the armrest.
Kim Takyun/Mr. Kim
“Have a seat,” he snapped. “We won’t repeat ourselves.”
The meeting was brutal. The will was read out by the head lawyer, each word driving nails into Jungkook’s chest. Terms and conditions, assets and shares—none of it made sense to him, too complicated and businesslike for his exhausted mind to grasp.
All he understood was the conclusion: marriage. His and Taehyung’s.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s eyes darted to Taehyung nervously, cheeks heating with a mixture of fear and confusion. he whispered, voice trembling.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“M-marry- But I—”
Kim Hayun/Mrs. Kim
Mrs. Kim’s voice cut him off sharply. “Are you questioning the will?” she snapped, eyes glinting with disdain.
Kim Hayun/Mrs. Kim
“You, who have nothing to your name?”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s throat closed up, eyes dropping instantly.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“N-No,” he whispered, hands twisting anxiously in his lap. “I-I didn’t mean to—”
Kim Hayun/Mrs. Kim
“Then be quiet,” she spat, voice cold and final.
Kim Hayun/Mrs. Kim
“Your opinions are not needed here.”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung leaned back, eyes half-lidded with indifference. “If we refuse,” he drawled, “both families stand to lose significant shares.”
Kim Takyun/Mr. Kim
Mr. Kim’s eyes narrowed. “We’re aware,” he bit out. “That’s why we’re considering the… alternative arrangement.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook blinked, confused. “A-Alternative…?”
Kim Takyun/Mr. Kim
“A contract,” Mr. Kim clarified coolly. “A temporary marriage to fulfill the conditions, after which you will leave without a fuss.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s heart dropped. “L-Leave…?” he echoed, voice small and broken. “B-But…”
Kim Hayun/Mrs. Kim
Mrs. Kim’s lip curled. “What, did you think this was a fairy tale?” she sneered.
Kim Hayun/Mrs. Kim
“That you’d marry into wealth and live happily ever after? Don’t delude yourself.”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s gaze remained detached, fingers tapping idly against the armrest. “If that’s settled, then we should proceed,” he said flatly, ignoring the way Jungkook’s eyes glistened with unshed tears.
As the meeting concluded, Jeongguk’s eyes were fixed on Jungkook with murderous hatred.
As soon as they left the Kim estate, Jeongguk’s grip on Jungkook’s wrist was bruising. He dragged him to the car, eyes dark and jaw clenched. The second the doors slammed shut, Jeongguk’s hand lashed out without warning. A sharp slap cracked through the air, snapping Jungkook’s head to the side.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Did you enjoy it?” Jeongguk sneered, voice low and venomous.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Having Taehyung dote on you like that? Wearing my clothes—acting like you’re anything but a desperate little leech?”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s cheek throbbed, the sting making his eyes burn with unshed tears. He bit his lip, swallowing down the instinctive flinch.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“N-No, Hyung, I didn’t—I’m sorry if I—”
Another slap, harder this time, had Jungkook crumpling against the door, fingers trembling as they gripped the seat. His vision swam, the metallic taste of blood heavy on his tongue.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Shut up” Jeongguk snapped.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“You think I didn’t see the way you looked at him? You must be thrilled, huh? Finally worming your way into a rich family like you always wanted.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“Hyung, please,” Jungkook whimpered, voice small and cracked. “I-I don’t—I was just—”
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“you b_tch” Jeongguk hissed, fingers digging painfully into Jungkook’s chin, forcing him to look up. “Don’t act so innocent. I know what you are—a filthy little liar who’ll spread his legs for anyone if it gets him out of that rundown house.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s eyes widened, the insult slicing through him, breath catching painfully in his throat. He tried to shake his head, tried to deny it, but Jeongguk’s grip was ironclad.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Look at you,” Jeongguk continued, voice dripping with disdain.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“All dolled up and obedient—God, you’re pathetic.” He shoved Jungkook back, watching as he hit the door with a dull thud, knees giving out beneath him.
The rest of the ride was Awfully silent.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s fingers clenching the fabric of his clothes to stop their trembling. His cheek was numb , his heart pounding erratically, but he kept his mouth shut, kept his eyes down.
By the time they reached home, it was well past midnight. Jungkook barely had a second to gather himself before Jeongguk yanked him out of the car, dragging him inside with a grip that promised bruises. The door slammed shut behind them, and Jungkook’s heart leaped to his throat.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
Jeongguk’s eyes were wild, lip curled in a snarl. “You really thought you could embarrass me like that? Make me look like a fool in front of the Kims?”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I-I didn’t—Hyung, I swear—”
The punch came without warning, sending Jungkook sprawling to the ground, palms scraping painfully against the wooden floor. A choked sob escaped before he could bite it back, pain blossoming sharp and cruel along his side.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Save your crocodile tears,” Jeongguk spat, kicking him hard enough to knock the breath out of him.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“You’re not fooling anyone, You cursed B_tch”
It was relentless. Fists and kicks, insults and threats—Jeongguk’s voice a cruel hiss that twisted around every insecurity, every scar and fracture Jungkook tried so desperately to hide. By the time Jeongguk was done, Jungkook was a trembling heap on the cold floor, blood trickling from his split lip and ribs aching with every shallow breath.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Clean yourself up,” Jeongguk ordered, voice cold and detached. “You’re filthy.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook could barely see through the haze of pain, limbs shaking as he tried to push himself up. His fingers slipped, knees buckling, but he managed a shaky nod, voice hoarse.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“Y-Yes”
Jeongguk scoffed, stepping over him without so much as a glance. The door slammed shut a moment later, leaving Jungkook alone in the dark, breaths ragged and uneven. His palms stung, raw and bleeding, but he forced himself to his feet, teeth sinking into his lip to muffle the whimper that clawed at his throat.
The silence of the house was deafening. Hours blurred into one another until Jeongguk returned, eyes dark and dangerous. Jungkook barely had time to process before he was grabbed by the collar and dragged outside, feet scraping helplessly against the floor.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“Get out,” Jeongguk snapped, shoving him towards the gate.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
The cold bit through the thin fabric of his clothes, wind stinging against bruised skin.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“H-Hyung—”
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“I said get out!” Jeongguk’s voice was a snarl, shoving him hard enough that Jungkook stumbled, feet bare and freezing against the gravel.
Jeon Jeongguk/Blessed twin
“You think I’m gonna let you back in after you threw yourself at Taehyung like a cheap wh_re?”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s eyes burned, throat raw. “I didn’t—please, I—”
Ignoring him jeongguk went inside and guards dragged Jungkook further out the Jeon residence.
The gate slammed shut, cutting him off. The world spun, cold and unwelcoming, and Jungkook’s hands trembled as he took a shaky step back. The streets were dark and empty, the chill of the night seeping deep into his bones. He wrapped his arms around himself, lips quivering, but forced one foot in front of the other, breaths coming in uneven gasps.
The road to the Kim mansion stretched long and winding. Each step sent sharp pains through his battered body, feet bleeding from the rough gravel. But he kept going, driven by the flickering hope that
Maybe—just maybe—Taehyung wouldn’t turn him away.
It was nearly dawn when he reached the Kim estate, body swaying with exhaustion, clothes torn and bloodstained. The guards sneered, blocking the entrance with cruel eyes.
? ? ?
“What’s this? A stray dog?” one chuckled, boot pressing against Jungkook’s shoulder to shove him back
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“Please,” Jungkook croaked, voice cracking.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I-I just… I need to see Taehyung-ssi, please.”
? ? ?
The guards laughed, shoving him to the ground. “Get lost, crazy b_tch Before we call the cops on you.”
Desperation burned hot in his chest, but the gates slammed shut, leaving him shivering in the cold. With nowhere else to go, Jungkook stumbled towards the bushes, curling in on himself as the wind howled through the silence. His limbs trembled, exhaustion dragging his eyelids heavy, but he couldn’t sleep—couldn’t risk closing his eyes.
Taehyung’s feet hit the pavement in a steady rhythm, breaths clouding in the chilly morning air. His usual jog route wound back towards the Kim estate, where guards whispered among themselves, eyes flickering to a cluster of bushes.
? ? ?
“Crazy beggar, probably,” one snorted. “Looked half-dead.”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s steps faltered. His instincts sharpened, gaze narrowing as he approached the bushes.
Kim Taehyung
“What’s going on here?” he demanded, voice cool and authoritative.
Kim Taehyung
The guards stiffened, stammering excuses, but Taehyung barely heard them. His eyes fell to the crumpled figure half-hidden in the foliage—clothes torn, skin ghostly pale, limbs curled protectively.
Kim Taehyung
“Jungkook?” The name left his lips unbidden, shock threading through his tone.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s head jerked up, eyes wide and glassy. The moment recognition dawned, tears spilled over, and a breathless sob tore from his chest.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“T-Taehyung-ssi…”
Kim Taehyung
His voice was so small, so shattered, that Taehyung’s hands moved before he could think—reaching out, steadying.
Kim Taehyung
“What the hell happened to you?” he demanded, trying to mask the flicker of unease tightening his throat.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s fingers clutched weakly at Taehyung’s sleeve, eyes shimmering with a desperate sort of relief.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
"I-I didn’t… know where else to go,” he choked out, voice cracking. “Please, I—”
Kim Taehyung
“Save it,” Taehyung cut in, tone clipped. “Can you stand?”
Kim Taehyung
Jungkook’s legs trembled, knees buckling the moment he tried to straighten. Taehyung cursed under his breath, irritation bleeding into something heavier, something unsettlingly close to guilt. He swept Jungkook up without another word, ignoring the startled gasp that escaped him.
Taehyung without a word got into car with Jungkook. Ordered his personal driver to take them to his private villa.
Warmth enveloped them as Taehyung shouldered open the doors of his private villa. He barked orders at the maids, voice curt and commanding.
Kim Taehyung
“Get him cleaned up. Tend to his wounds,” he ordered, eyes narrowing at the blood staining Jungkook’s sleeves. “And bring a doctor.”
The servants scrambled, murmuring affirmatives.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook looked up with wide eyes, voice timid. “T-Thank you, Taehyung-ssi…”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s jaw clenched, gaze hardening. “Don’t misunderstand” he said coldly.
Kim Taehyung
“I just don’t want a scandal.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s eyes dimmed, shoulders curling in on themselves. But he still gave a faint smile to taehyung. “I- understand but still T-thank you.”
Hours passed before Jungkook emerged—skin scrubbed raw, wounds bandaged, hair damp and curling at the edges. Taehyung stood by the window, hands clasped behind his back, expression unreadable.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“Taehyung-ssi?” Jungkook’s voice was hesitant, small.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung turned, eyes raking over him briefly. “You said you had nowhere to go,” he started, tone almost casual.
Kim Taehyung
“So stay. As my spouse.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s eyes widened, shock stealing his breath. “Wh-What?”
Kim Taehyung
“No one wants this marriage,” Taehyung continued smoothly, each word measured. “But it’s the only way to protect you.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Protect. The word echoed in Jungkook’s ears, eyes stinging. Taehyung wanted to protect him.
He didn’t see the cold calculation beneath the warmth, the way Taehyung’s eyes never softened.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I-I…” Jungkook’s lips trembled, but he nodded, breath hitching. “Okay. I trust you.”
Soon Taehyung took Jungkook along with him to the courthouse.
The courthouse was empty, the vows mechanical.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s fingers were cold where they pressed the pen into Jungkook’s hand, guiding him to sign the contract papers.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook didn’t read them—didn’t even think to. He just smiled softly, fingers trembling but eyes bright.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“Thank you,” he whispered. “For being so… kind.”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s lips thinned. “Save it,” he muttered, eyes flickering with something dark.
Evening draped shadows over the Kim estate as they returned, Taehyung’s voice slicing through the silence.
Kim Taehyung
“We’re married”
He announced flatly, watching as the room collectively stilled.
His mother’s eyes flashed with something triumphant , his father’s mouth curling at the edges. Jimin’s eyes narrowed, fingers drumming against his thigh.
Kim Namjoon/taehyung's eldest brother
“This is sudden” Namjoon said slowly, voice smooth but eyes calculating.
Kim Taehyung
“It’s done,” Taehyung cut in.
Kim Taehyung
“No point arguing.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook hovered behind him, fingers twisting nervously. A servant stepped forward to lead him away, and Taehyung barely spared him a glance.
Kim Taehyung
“Take him to my room,” he ordered, voice dismissive.
Kim Taehyung
As soon as the door closed behind Jungkook, Taehyung turned back, eyes cold. “It’s just to keep him quiet,” he explained flatly.
Kim Taehyung
“This way, it’ll be easier to end it when I’m done.”
Kim Takyun/Mr. Kim
His father smirked approvingly. “Smart move,” he said smoothly.
Kim Takyun/Mr. Kim
“We raised you well.”
After chatting for awhile and answering their questions taehyung left to his room.
Kim Taehyung
When Taehyung entered the bedroom later, the sight that met him was not at all what he’d expected.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook sat curled on the floor by the door, knees drawn to his chest, eyes lifting at the sound of footsteps.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s brow furrowed. “What the hell are you doing?”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook blinked, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his sleeves.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I… didn’t know where to sleep,” he admitted, voice small. “Or what I’m allowed to touch.”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed, disgust curling low in his gut. “You’re kidding,” he scoffed.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung recalled Jeongguk telling him that Jungkook refused to sleep anywhere but the best beds. His gaze turned colder.
Kim Taehyung
"Stop acting."
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook flinched, head ducking. “I-I’m sorry…”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung clicked his tongue, irritation simmering. “Whatever. Sleep on the bed if you want.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s eyes widened. “B-But… can’t we… share it?”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s gaze sharpened, a sneer curling his lip. “So desperate already?” he bit out, voice cold.
Kim Taehyung
“I don’t think you will be comfortable sharing the bed with me and neither am I without knowing each other."
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s cheeks flushed, shame and hurt warring in his eyes. “O-Okay,” he mumbled. naively believing taehyung respected his opinions, comfort and boundaries
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“Then… I’ll take the couch. You can have the bed, Taehyung-ssi.”
Kim Taehyung
The innocence in his tone was grating, too soft for someone Jeongguk had painted as a cunning brat. Taehyung scoffed but didn’t argue, sliding beneath the sheets with a dismissive wave.
Taehyung silently waited for jungkook to fret, toss and turn or complain. but as he turned to take a look. He saw Jungkook sleeping peacefully with a smile on his face.
In the end he fell asleep without anything.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung descended the grand staircase with the ease of a man who owned everything he walked on. Fingers adjusted his cufflinks absently, the cool fabric of his suit settling comfortably against his shoulders. He hadn’t planned to skip his morning jog, but the absence of a certain tiny figure on the couch had altered his course.
Kim Taehyung
The first thing that struck him was the silence. No soft murmur of conversation, no clatter of dishes or the low buzz of servants exchanging morning greetings. Instead, there was a strange, heavy stillness—punctuated only by the faint rustling of fabric and hurried footsteps.
Kim Taehyung
His eyes narrowed, steps slowing as he took in the scene unfolding in the dining hall. His entire family sat frozen, chopsticks poised mid-air, eyes wide and mouths parted in undisguised shock. A cluster of servants hovered uncertainly near the entrance, eyes darting nervously between the table and the kitchen.
Kim Taehyung
A delicious aroma wafted through the air—galbijjim, jeon, kimchi-jjigae, tteokguk—each dish painstakingly arranged on the table. Traditional and intricate, the kind of breakfast even their seasoned chef took hours to perfect. Taehyung’s brows knit together. This didn’t add up.
Kim Taehyung
His gaze moved, almost instinctively, to the tiny figure flitting between the kitchen and the dining room. Jungkook—in an apron far too big for him, sleeves slipping past delicate wrists and hair a messy halo around his face. He looked impossibly small, eyes glimmering with a mixture of hope and terror as he placed another dish with trembling hands.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s lips pressed into a thin line.
Kim Taehyung
“What… is going on here?” His voice sliced through the silence, low and commanding.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook flinched, nearly dropping the serving spoon. Wide doe eyes snapped to Taehyung, face paling.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“T-Taehyung-ssi!” he stammered, hands twisting into the apron’s hem. “I-I just did the chores and… m-made breakfast…”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed further, crossing his arms over his chest. “You made all this?” he demanded flatly, disbelief heavy in his tone.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook bit his lip, teeth pressing white into soft flesh. “Y-Yes,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I woke up early to… to clean and cook. I-I wanted to repay you for yesterday…”
Kim Taehyung
“Repay me?” Taehyung scoffed, a cold smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “For what, exactly?”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s eyes flitted down, lashes casting shadows over his cheeks. His fingers fumbled with the hem of the apron, twisting and wringing nervously.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
" For letting me s-stay,” he mumbled softly. “And… and for being so kind. Letting me sleep on the couch…” His voice grew even softer, cheeks tinting faintly pink.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s eyes darkened, irritation simmering beneath his skin. “You’re kidding,” he snapped.
Kim Taehyung
"Is that all it takes for you to start playing housewife? Or is this another one of your acts?”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s breath hitched, lashes fluttering. “N-No! I just— I wanted to help,” he rushed out, eyes wide and pleading.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I can… I can keep doing it. All the chores and cooking, I mean. I’ll try not to be a burden…”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s eyes glinted with something cold and sharp. “How generous,” he sneered.
Kim Taehyung
💭'Is this the same Jungkook who wouldn’t lift a finger at home?'
Kim Taehyung
"Stop pretending."
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s shoulders caved in, fingers curling tighter. His voice came softer, almost a murmur. “I… I’m not pretending,” he whispered.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
"I just… I wanted to make you happy.”
The dining table remained deathly silent, Taehyung’s family watching with thinly veiled disdain. His mother’s lips curled faintly, Jimin’s eyes sharp and mocking.
Kim Namjoon/taehyung's eldest brother
Namjoon scoffed, breaking the silence. “Well, we’re certainly not eating that,” he said dryly, chopsticks clinking against the table.
Kim Namjoon/taehyung's eldest brother
“God knows what he put in it.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s face crumpled for a heartbeat before he forced a smile, eyes glistening.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I-I promise it’s safe,” he assured quickly. “I was very careful, I—”
Kim Jimin/Taehyung's younger brother
“Spare us,” Jimin interjected with a roll of his eyes.
Kim Jimin/Taehyung's younger brother
“We’re not interested in your pathetic attempts at playing a good spouse.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s shoulders trembled, a soft apology slipping past his lips. “I’m… I’m sorry,” he mumbled, head bowing.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I-I’ll take it away if—”
The sound of chopsticks tapping against porcelain cut him off. Taehyung’s movements were smooth, almost indifferent, as he picked up a piece of galbijjim and brought it to his lips. The silence stretched taut, the room collectively holding its breath.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s eyes widened, lips parting in shock.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“T-Taehyung-ssi?”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung muttered, not looking at him. His eyes stayed fixed on his plate, but his movements didn’t falter—chewing, swallowing, and then reaching for more.
Namjoon’s eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping in, but he took another bite regardless. Even Jimin’s scowl faltered, replaced by a faint flicker of surprise.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook stood frozen, fingers twisting nervously. His eyes glimmered with a mixture of relief and hesitant hope, cheeks flushing faintly as he watched Taehyung eat.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“D-Do you… like it?” he asked softly, voice tremulous.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung didn’t respond immediately, taking a measured sip of water before finally glancing up.
Kim Taehyung
“It’s passable,” he said coolly, but the chopsticks lifting for another bite betrayed him.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s eyes softened, a small, shy smile blooming despite himself.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I’m… I’m glad,” he whispered, voice barely audible.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s chopsticks paused mid-air, eyes flicking briefly to the empty space near the kitchen entrance where Jungkook stood—small and hesitant, fingers still tangled in the apron’s hem. The boy's eyes shone with a mixture of relief and lingering fear, lips bitten red and raw.
Kim Taehyung
He caught himself staring a second too long and clicked his tongue quietly, annoyance flaring. He cleared his throat, voice deceptively casual.
Kim Taehyung
“Have you eaten?” Taehyung asked flatly, not looking up from his plate. His tone was indifferent, almost bored.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook startled, eyes widening slightly at the question. The faint pink on his cheeks deepened, and he fiddled nervously with the apron’s edge. His stomach gave an involuntary twist at the reminder—empty, aching, a dull pain he’d been ignoring since last night.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
But the thought of burdening Taehyung, of making him worry even a little, made his hands tremble with dread. He forced a smile, small and reassuring, and willed his voice not to waver.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“Y-Yes!” Jungkook replied quickly, too quickly. “I-I ate earlier, don’t worry!” His eyes darted to the floor, a flicker of guilt passing through them.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed a fraction, suspicion pricking at the back of his mind. But he merely hummed, dismissing it with a shrug as he returned to his meal. If Jungkook wanted to lie, then so be it. It wasn’t his concern.
Kim Taehyung
“Suit yourself,” he muttered coolly, taking another bite.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s shoulders sagged imperceptibly in relief, a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding slipping past his lips. His smile wavered, faint but genuine, and he clasped his hands together, watching Taehyung eat with a sort of quiet delight.
Kim Jimin/Taehyung's younger brother
Across the table, Jimin scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Pathetic,” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Jungkook to hear.
Kim Jimin/Taehyung's younger brother
“Acting like a starved puppy over a few kind words.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook flinched, the soft smile faltering instantly. His lashes fluttered, eyes dropping to the floor.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
“I-I’m sorry,” he mumbled instinctively, fingers curling into the apron’s fabric until his knuckles turned white.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung didn’t bother to intervene, too busy draining the last of his water and wiping his mouth with deliberate nonchalance. As soon as the meal was finished, he rose smoothly, chair scraping against the marble with a muted sound.
Kim Taehyung
“I’m leaving,” he announced curtly, already turning on his heel. “Don’t cause any trouble while I’m gone.”
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
Jungkook’s eyes snapped up, a soft gasp slipping past his lips. “W-Wait!” he blurted, hastily untying the apron and stumbling forward a few steps. “I-I’ll see you off!”
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung huffed, irritation flickering at the edges of his gaze. “That’s not necessary,” he muttered, strides long and impatient as he crossed the foyer.
Jeon Jungkook/Cursed twin
But Jungkook followed regardless, tiny footsteps almost inaudible against the polished floor.
Kim Taehyung
The butler held the door open, bowing respectfully as Taehyung approached. He didn’t spare a glance back, barely registering Jungkook’s soft “Be safe!” as he slipped into the car.
Kim Taehyung
The door closed with a quiet click, sealing the cold silence inside. Taehyung’s fingers flexed absently against his phone, irritation simmering low in his chest. The memory of Jungkook’s wide eyes and trembling smile lingered unbidden—too bright, too innocent. It made his teeth grit.
Kim Taehyung
He exhaled sharply, forcing the thoughts away, and swiped his phone screen open with a smooth motion. The butler’s number was already in his recent contacts.
The line picked up on the second ring.
? ? ?
“Yes, Young Master?” the butler’s voice came crisp and polite through the speaker.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s eyes darkened, tone clipped and commanding.
“I need the CCTV footage of the mansion,” he ordered flatly. “From 2 AM until now.”
? ? ?
There was a beat of silence, barely a pause.
“Understood,” the butler replied promptly. “I’ll send it immediately.”
Kim Taehyung
The phone beeped, ending the call. Taehyung leaned back against the leather seat, fingers drumming impatiently against the armrest. His eyes flicked out the window, watching the mansion shrink into the distance.
His phone chimed a moment later, screen lighting up with a notification. The footage file loaded quickly, a grainy black-and-white feed of the kitchen entrance at 2 AM.
Deciding to watch it upon reaching his cabin. he put away his mobile and sighed.
Kim Taehyung
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed, thumb tapping to play. The screen flickered, and then—
In his office, Taehyung's jaw tightened, molars grinding with each passing second, eyes glued to the phone screen. The dim light from the device cast harsh shadows across his face, accentuating the cold fury simmering beneath his composed exterior. The CCTV footage played in eerie silence—grainy but disturbingly clear. Every frame seemed to stretch endlessly, capturing Jungkook shuffling from room to room with weary limbs and a persistence that made something twist uncomfortably in Taehyung's chest.
His fingers flexed against the polished surface of his desk, the muted hum of the city outside a stark contrast to the stillness suffocating the room. Taehyung’s eyes narrowed, tracking every tremble, every hesitant step Jungkook took. The boy moved hurriedly but cautiously, as if terrified of making even the smallest mistake.
Jungkook’s figure on the screen was painfully small, barefoot and clad in thin, wrinkled clothes that hung loose over his delicate frame. He scrubbed the floors with a kind of frantic determination, knees pressing against the cold marble until they wobbled. His fingers, raw and red, gripped the brush tightly, knuckles white from exertion. Once, the brush slipped from his grasp, clattering against the tiles with a hollow sound that made Jungkook flinch violently, eyes darting toward the hallway as if expecting someone to storm in.
Taehyung’s eyes darkened, fingers pausing in their restless tapping. His heart gave an uncomfortable lurch when the footage caught the faint quiver in Jungkook’s shoulders, the way his head bowed lower each time a shadow passed the doorway. He moved quickly, almost mechanically—dusting the corners, rearranging vases with hands that trembled, wiping windows until they gleamed without a single streak. There were no breaks, no pauses for rest. Even when Jungkook swayed slightly, his legs buckling for a fraction of a second, he caught himself with a sharp intake of breath and continued.
Kim Taehyung
A faint line appeared between Taehyung's brows, irritation simmering beneath the surface. But the source of that irritation was murky, tangled between the lies Jeongguk had fed him and the reality playing out on the screen. His jaw clenched tighter, muscles ticking in barely restrained frustration.
But what made Taehyung's blood turn cold—what made his fingers dig into the edges of his phone, grip almost bruising—was the end of the footage. The screen flickered, shifting to the kitchen.
Jungkook’s tiny figure sank to the cold tiles, cross-legged and exhausted, shoulders curling inwards. He moved slowly, almost hesitantly, scraping leftovers from everyone’s plates onto a single one. His hands shook, grip fumbling with the chopsticks for a moment before he steadied them with a soft inhale. But his eyes—wide, dark, and too bright—held a kind of gratitude that sent a chill down Taehyung’s spine.
Jungkook ate slowly, small bites, chewing with deliberate care as if each mouthful was the finest delicacy rather than scraps picked clean from plates barely touched. His lashes fluttered shut briefly, a soft smile ghosting over his lips, raw fingers curled protectively around the plate. The way his shoulders relaxed fractionally with every bite, as if he hadn’t tasted warm food in days, made Taehyung’s stomach twist with something sharp and unfamiliar.
His heart stumbled painfully against his ribs, a dull ache settling low in his gut. This couldn’t be right. This couldn’t be the same Jungkook Jeongguk had described—the spoiled brat who threw tantrums at the slightest inconvenience, who refused to lift a finger and basked in luxury without a second thought.
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