Taehyung is the son of a millionaire.

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Taehyung strolled into the half-empty boxing gym with a swagger, as if it were a fashion week runway rather than a place for sweat and blood. He wore designer sweatpants, clearly not meant for actual exercise, and immaculate white sneakers. He held an ice-cold Americano in his hand, and a leather bag slung casually over his shoulder.

He glanced around the room with disdain and stopped directly in front of Jungkook. The younger man appraised his trainer's strong, muscular figure, not the least bit shy. Instead of greeting him or warming up, Taehyung sighed and pulled out an expensive wallet, pulled out a substantial, thick wad of large bills, and handed it to the man.

"So, Coach Jeon, right? Let's just lay out the rules of our 'hard' work right away. This," he lightly shook the money in the air in front of Jungkook's face, "is your tip for the next two hours of just sitting under the air conditioners. You're glued to your phone, I'm calmly sipping my coffee. You can tell my dad I worked my ass off here. Deal?"

Taehyung grinned confidently, not even doubting his agreement. He was used to all his previous coaches breaking down at the sight of such a sum and obeying his whims without question.