The Red App: Min-Joon’s curse

Chapter 7

Min-joon woke up twelve hours later. The sun was setting, painting the apartment walls orange. He felt better, but his body was still sore.

His phone showed several missed calls from Ji-ho at the construction site. Min-joon sent a quick text saying he was sick, then checked the Debt System app.

NEXT TASK IN 36 HOURS.

Still plenty of time. Min-joon decided to use it wisely.

He needed to understand his power better. The lying ability was useful, but dangerous. He needed to practice controlling it before the next task.

Min-joon went to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. Dark circles under his eyes. Pale skin. Bandages on his back. He looked like someone who was dying.

Maybe he was.

"I look healthy," Min-joon said to his reflection.

The change was immediate. The dark circles faded. His skin got some color back. He looked like he had slept for days instead of hours.

But he felt the drain. Something inside him got a little bit emptier.

Min-joon tried a truth next. "I am scared."

Pain bloomed in his chest. Sharp and hot. But the empty feeling inside filled up slightly, like pouring water back into a well.

So that was how it worked. Lies drained him. Truths refilled him. But truths also hurt.

He needed to find a balance. Use lies when necessary, but speak enough truths to keep himself from running dry.

Min-joon practiced for an hour. Small lies, small truths. Testing the limits. He discovered that bigger lies drained more. Changing the color of a cup took almost nothing. Changing his appearance took more. He wondered what would happen if he tried to lie about something huge. Would it kill him?

Better not to find out.

Around eight PM, Tae-hyun came home from his study group. He carried a plastic bag full of food.

"I brought dinner," Tae-hyun announced. "Real food, not instant noodles. You need to eat properly if you want to recover."

They ate together. Tae-hyun had bought grilled meat, rice, and side dishes from a restaurant. It must have cost a lot. Min-joon felt guilty.

"You should not spend money like this," Min-joon said.

"I used my part time job savings," Tae-hyun replied. "You are always taking care of me. Let me take care of you for once."

Min-joon wanted to argue, but Tae-hyun looked so proud of himself that he just nodded and ate. The food was delicious. The best thing he had eaten in months.

After dinner, they watched television together. Some drama about rich people and their problems. It was ridiculous, but entertaining.

During a commercial break, Tae-hyun spoke quietly. "Hyung, those men who came to the convenience store last week. The debt collectors. Are they going to come back?"

Min-joon tensed. "Why do you ask?"

"I saw them outside my school yesterday," Tae-hyun said. He was trying to sound brave, but Min-joon heard the fear underneath. "They were watching me."

Anger flared in Min-joon's chest. Those bastards. He had told them to leave Tae-hyun alone.

"They will not bother you," Min-joon said. He made it a lie, forcing reality to bend. "They are done with us."

As soon as he spoke, he felt something shift. Somewhere in the city, decisions were being unmade. Plans were changing. The debt collectors would forget about Tae-hyun.

But Min-joon felt that drain again. Stronger this time. That lie had cost him something significant.

"Really?" Tae-hyun asked hopefully.

"Really," Min-joon said. "We are going to be fine." Another lie, smaller this time. "I promise everything will work out."

Tae-hyun smiled and leaned against Min-joon's shoulder. "I believe you, hyung."

The pressure in Min-joon's chest was building again. He needed to release it with some truths, but he could not do it here. Not in front of Tae-hyun.

"I am going to take a walk," Min-joon said. "I need some fresh air."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, I will be fine. You should study."

Min-joon left the apartment and walked down to the street. The night air was cool and clean. He walked to the small park near their building and sat on a bench.

Then he started speaking truths out loud. Quietly, so no one would hear.

"I am terrified." Pain. "I do not know if I can survive." More pain. "I miss my parents." The pain was sharp, cutting deep. "I wish I had a normal life."

Each truth hurt, but the pressure inside him eased with every word. He was balancing himself, emptying the lies with truths.

"I do not want to die," Min-joon whispered. The worst pain yet. It felt like his heart was being crushed. But he kept going. "I want to protect Tae-hyun. I want him to go to university. I want him to become a doctor. I want him to be happy."

The pain was overwhelming now. Min-joon doubled over on the bench, tears running down his face. But he had to finish.

"I am doing this because I have no choice. I am trapped. And I hate it."

Finally, the pressure was gone. Min-joon sat up, wiping his eyes. His chest ached, but he felt lighter. More balanced.

"That was very moving."

Min-joon jumped. A man was standing a few meters away, half hidden in shadows. He had not been there a moment ago.

"Who are you?" Min-joon demanded.

The man stepped into the light from the streetlamp. He was young, maybe mid-twenties, with sharp features and calculating eyes. He wore an expensive suit and carried himself like someone used to power.

"My name is Han Woo-jin," the man said. "And I know what you are going through."

Min-joon stood up, instantly defensive. "I do not know what you are talking about."

"The Debt System," Han Woo-jin said calmly. "The tasks. The curse. I know about all of it."

Min-joon's blood ran cold. "How?"

Han Woo-jin smiled. It was not a kind smile. "Because I was chosen too. Three years ago. I completed my tasks and erased my debt. Now I am free."

"You are lying."

"Am I?" Han Woo-jin pulled out his phone and showed Min-joon the screen. The same red app icon was there, but when he opened it, the screen showed a different message.

DEBT CLEARED.

STATUS: FREE.

YOU HAVE COMPLETED THE SYSTEM.

Min-joon stared at the screen. "If you are free, why are you here?"

"Because the System sent me," Han Woo-jin said. "Sometimes, it chooses to have former players help new ones. Think of me as a mentor."

"I do not need a mentor."

"No? How many tasks have you completed?"

"Two."

"And how many times have you almost died?"

Min-joon did not answer.

Han Woo-jin nodded. "That is what I thought. You are surviving through luck and instinct. But that will not be enough. The tasks get harder. Much harder. By the time you reach task seven or eight, luck will not save you. You need knowledge. Strategy. And someone who has been through it before."