Two Faced //Jungkook ff (18+)

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I'm a liar. A stubborn, rude, horrible liar. I hate the world, hate the people who brought me into this world and hate the life I have to live on this world.

But saying all that makes me a liar. So, yes, I'm a liar. A crude, indifferent, tortured liar.

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Jeon Jungkook. A name screamed loudly in the expanse of the night, in agony or pleasure or whispered warily in the broad daylight while huddled in corners, looking for cover.

Seol International rang out with the chants of the names of seven men who were either going to be the best thing that ever happened to you or the worst thing that ever could happen. In any case, it didn't matter.

After all, to you, nothing mattered.

Black hoodie, black bag, black shoes and a supposedly black heart. Nope, not depressing at all. Actually, to you black was comforting, you had lived around it for your whole life. Even the veil shrouding your past was black.
But your thoughts presently were not surrounded by the past, but by the present. Presently, as you walked the hallways of your new school you felt the familiar tingling at the base of your stomach, the same feeling everyone got everytime they did something new; you felt the heat of the gaze of hundreds of students, some staring out of sheer curiousity while some in pure judgement.

To some extent, you knew you were being paranoid. Still, it wasn't everyday you started your first day in high school with such a happy 'good morning'. Correction, disturbing 'good morning'.

Today Morning :-

"Sweetheart, it's fine. You just have to move it in the other direction."
You did as told, though terror swarmed through every cell of your body.
"Yes dear, that's perfect." She looked down at you, with eyes so dark,they reflected nothing. Neither her true intentions, nor your pulverizing fear.
You stood there frozen​, as a dark red streak of blood flooded on your finger tips.

The stupid chants continued as you shivered at the memory. You looked up when a dozen pairs of girls' shoes blocked your path ahead, and your vision of the square tiles. Your face contorted in a grimace when you saw a flock of stupid girls, making stupid noises, saying stupid things and fawning over seven stupid guys.

You mentally kicked yourself for your lack of vocabulary. Seriously, you had to pay more attention during English classes. But for now, getting to any of your classes would be a challenge. Well, here goes nothing.

You pushed through the screaming crowd and trudged towards your going-to-be locker. Sadly, people had other plans. As you neared the centre of the crazy crowd, you were vaguely aware of the horrible silence that encompassed your journey and then you felt a sharp tug on your backpack and a strange sensation in your head.

You glared at the body who's vice-like grip on your throat was sure to leave purple marks.
"You dared mess with us?" Said his voice. "Dared mess with Jeon Jungkook?" A momentary flash of shock passed your thoughts but was quickly replaced by another feeling.

So this is the bitchface, you thought. Here he was.
Jeon Jungkook. The guy whose name was screamed loudly in the expanse of the night, in agony or pleasure or whispered warily in the broad daylight while huddled in corners, looking for cover.

Looking up at this face, you felt the sensation again. A strange tugging at your heart.

Sorry, but it wasn't love, or any sort of affection for that matter. It was nothing but sheer, pure, Anger.
Or worse yet, Hate.

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A/n:- Hey, I'm done with the first chapter. Do leave a comment and tell me how you found it.
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