Two Faced //Jungkook ff (18+)

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I'm beautiful. I have a cute face, deep eyes and lovely lips. My presence can light up a person's mood. My arrival can bring life to a funeral and my laughter can drive away clouds of sorrow. All because I'm just that pretty.

But even if I was humble and denied all that, I would still be beautiful. So, yes, I am. I am gorgeous, elegant and simply beautiful.

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"No, please, wait," he pulled your arm back and turned you around. You glared up at his pleading gaze and reciprocated his innocent love with annoying ignorance. Yet, you didn't care; why would you? You had never asked him to like you.

"Let go." It wasn't a reply or a saying. It was a warning, a command relayed to beware the other about the impending danger. But how was a person blinded by affection to know the meaning or the extent of your anger. And so, Taehyung held on and you lost; lost the patience you had managed to keep from so many days.

"I will," he said, "but only after you hear me out." He was adamant, you were irritated. "I wasn't joking, I never meant it as a joke," he started. "I sincerely love you and-"
"Just keep your hands off me, Kim Taehyung!" You shouted.

You pulled yourself free and spouted venom, "I hate you and think will never even be able to like you. If you think I will take your sincerity seriously, you're wrong. I don't give a shit whether your heart breaks because of this so don't expect sympathy. Just leave me alone or you'll regret it." You turned on your heels and stormed off, leaving a miserable Taehyung wishing to drown in his own tears.

But Taehyung wasn't going to listen. He never did to anyone trying to take him away from his goal. Right now, that person was you, trying to take away his chance of being with you.

Over time you had stopped finding chits in your locker and Taehyung had stopped following you. You were glad yet slightly disappointed that he would give up so easily. After all, if his love had been real he would have still persisted no matter what you said. But then again, you weren't worth such love. All you were worth was...

The clatter of the metal fork falling on the tilled floor of the kitchen was muffled by your screams. "What the hell's wrong with you! Just sit down and eat." Her unconcerned tone hit your ears and pierced your heart. How can she take this so lightly. "But sister, there are worms in my food!" You exclaimed, trying to make an impact on your unfeeling stone of a sister. "So what?" She asked, still unmoved, "that is nothing compared to the pain our mother felt when you stabbed her to death."

"What did you do to my friend?" Was the first thing Jungkook asked when you saw him again after the 'punching incident' (your name for the glorious event).

"What are you talking about? I don't even know any of your friends," you were confused. Previous anger gone and revenge taken, you had no problem starting a normal conversation with Jungkook. But seems like he was still angry, or maybe that arrogant asshole always looked like that.

"You know him," he replied. "He was the guy you regected. Now accept him." He saw your do-you-even-know-what-you're-talking-about look and explained further. "My poor Taetae likes you. So like him back."

You were now completely done with the male in front of you. "You want me to fall for your friend just because he loves me," you said, trying to get some sense into Jungkook. "Yeah," he said, agreeing without further thought. "Are you being serious?" You checked once again, making sure you weren't dreaming.

But it wasn't a dream and Jungkook really wanted you to love Taehyung back so that his heart doesn't break. But you denied the offer and he grew furious. "You'll have to pay for this," he called to your retreating figure.

At that time, you didn't care, didn't know that you should have. At that time you didn't expect Jungkook to walk up to his friends and make a decision.
At that time, you never could guess that your freedom was going to be taken away by the school's seven stars.