Whispers Of The Cursed [TaeJin, JiKook] Completed ✅

"END OF CURSED"

A shiver ran down Jimin's spine as he noticed blood trickling from his nose. He turned to Namjoon, who recognized the sign at once. "Jimin, what's happening?"

"The curse..." Jimin's voice trembled. "We need to act fast, or Hoseok and the baby... they're both in danger."

He sprinted to Taehyung, his face pale and urgent. "We need your help, Tae. The curse... it's coming for Hoseok and the baby."

His voice was calm but urgent, "We need to act quickly, whatever we do. We have to destroy the dead body of that cursed energy, and only then will my sword lift this curse."

Namjoon, tense but resolute, nodded. "Alright, but how are we going to do it?"

Jimin's gaze was unflinching. "I'll go to the Spirit World and confront the cursed spirit myself. Taehyung will find its body here and destroy it. Hyung, no matter what, don't leave Hoseok alone."

Turning to Yoongi, Jimin's tone was resolute. "Yoongi hyung, go with Taehyung to destroy that cursed body. Tell Seo to keep the doors closed until the surgery is finished."

Finally, Jimin's gaze softened as he looked at Jungkook, his voice carrying both authority and trust. "You take care of my body with Jin."

Without hesitation, everyone split up, moving with a unified purpose.

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In the hospital's morgue, Jimin drew a protective circle around himself and lay down, sword in hand, chanting words steeped in ancient power. Slowly, his spirit was drawn into the otherworldly realm, landing him in the eerie and desolate Spirit World.

Before him, the twisted shadow of the Kim Mansion loomed. The oppressive air felt alive, watching him. Jimin steeled himself, shouting into the darkness, "Today, I'll end your game! It's either you or I."

In response, a hazy form appeared, shifting and warping until it took the shape of his mother. A pang of raw emotion gripped Jimin, but he quickly recognized it for what it was-a deception.

Then, as if triggered by his resolve, an invisible force wrapped around his body, lifting him off the ground. Cold hands began to squeeze his neck, pulling him closer to the spirit. His sword slipped from his hand, clattering to the ground as his vision blurred.

The cursed spirit's voice was like a hiss in his ear, full of bitter rage. "You think you can stop me? You're too weak to defeat me!"

Even through the pain, Jimin's voice was steady. "I'll kill you, even if it costs me my life."

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Meanwhile, Taehyung and Yoongi raced against time, speeding toward the old Kim Mansion. Arriving at the deserted property, they felt a sinister energy hovering in the air. Inside, Taehyung held a dowsing stick, his heart pounding as it guided him to the center of the hall. This was it.

Without warning, a violent force blasted through the room, throwing Yoongi backward into a wall. Shaken but undeterred, he staggered up, watching Taehyung dig in the floor with relentless determination.

Then, through the gloom, they saw Jin, his eyes empty and his movements jerky as he approached. The cursed spirit had taken hold of him.

Heartbreaking and surreal, Jin's face contorted with anger as he swung a heavy candle stand toward Taehyung. The blow landed, sending Taehyung staggering, but he held his ground. His eyes filled with tears, and he whispered, "Jin... please, come back."

Yoongi steadied himself, his voice quivering but strong. "I know you're not Jin. Whatever you are... leave him alone!" He braced himself as Jin lunged forward, fury in his eyes, attacking relentlessly.

Taehyung, ignoring his pain, quickly rose. "Hyung, keep digging! I'll stop him." His voice cracked with desperation, and as he clung to Jin, he cried, "Jin, remember me-remember your Tae, the one you love. Think back to our first meeting, to that hill where we first confessed our love." Taehyung's voice wavered, his heart pouring out as he whispered, "Please, remember us."

Despite the spirit's hold, Taehyung's words began to pierce through, but Jin's face twisted again, gripped tighter by the curse.

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Back in the Spirit World, Jungkook, who had entered the Spirit World to aid him, charged forward, his face blazing with determination.

The cursed spirit, a dark, formless entity, gripped Jimin by the throat with an iron-like strength, lifting him into the air before hurling him violently across the room. Jimin crashed to the ground, the force of the impact causing severe injuries. He coughed, struggling to breathe, his vision blurring from the pain. Despite his weakened state, Jungkook rushed to his side, eyes filled with desperation. He swung Jimin's sword at the spirit with all his might, but the cursed entity retaliated with full force, slamming him back and causing him to stumble. His body ached from the blow, but he refused to give up.

Meanwhile, in the other operating theater, Hoseok's surgery was nearing its critical stages, the tension palpable.

As the cursed spirit turned its attention to Seo, it lifted her with ease, flinging her through the barrier between the Spirit World and the real world, her scream echoing in the distance. The spirit then re-entered the operating theater, intent on finishing its destructive work. Namjoon, sensing its presence, was instantly lifted off the ground, his body suspended in the air as the spirit choked him with invisible force. His lungs burned for breath, and his vision began to fade.

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Back in the mansion, Jin-possessed by the spirit-approached Taehyung, the iron rod in his hand raised high. His movements were jerky, his eyes cold, full of anger as he advanced toward Yoongi. Taehyung, with a surge of emotion, wrapped his arms around Jin from behind, holding him tightly, refusing to let go. His heart ached as he whispered desperately into Jin's ear, "Jin... Please, come back. I need you, Tae needs you."

Despite the possessed Jin's violent thrashing, Taehyung held firm, gently but firmly restraining him. He looked toward Yoongi, gesturing urgently to set the body on fire before it was too late. Yoongi, understanding the gravity of the moment, nodded and quickly set the cursed skeleton body ablaze.

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As the flames began to consume the cursed body, the spirit howled in agony, its ethereal form twisting and writhing in a fit of rage. At that very moment, the cursed spirit's grip on Namjoon weakened, and his feet were released from the air, though the sensation of suffocating pressure still lingered.

Seeing the spirit weaken, Jungkook seized the opportunity. His body still battered and his hands trembling, he rushed forward, sword in hand. With a determined, primal yell, he plunged the sword into the cursed spirit's chest. The moment the blade made contact, the spirit shrieked, a piercing wail that echoed through the halls of the mansion.

Jungkook didn't flinch, his grip tightening on the sword as the cursed spirit writhed in pain. The spirit's form began to disintegrate, its malevolent energy vanishing into the air as it was consumed by the flames, its power no longer able to hold on. Slowly, it crumbled into nothingness, its final scream fading into the silence.

Jungkook staggered back, breathless, his heart still pounding as the remnants of the curse dissolved. He looked over at Jimin, his face pale but determined, and then at Namjoon, who was finally able to breathe again, his chest heaving with relief.

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In the midst of all the chaos, Taehyung held Jin tightly, tears streaming down his face as he whispered, "You're back, Jin. You're finally back."

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