Two Faced //Jungkook ff (18+)

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The dark night wields the secrets of all the beings who reside on the face of this earth, no matter how hidden or exposed.

These secrets, seemingly safe in the blankets of the starry skies, are but an assurance. An assurance that one day, when no one else remains, the significance of that once beloved darkness would not disappear.

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"It's a secret," she whispered in my ear, the icy tone of it travelling in my body and sending shivers down my spine. Oh, how I hated that voice! Sadly, I have to hear it everyday, feel it's freezing tendrils curl into my brain and contaminate my mind.

"She needs to know!" I retaliate, annoyed that she could be this cold hearted. "She is your sister, Myunye." My voice almost comes out in a sob. It wavers, showing me how weak I am against this monster in front of me. "And in a few moments, she will be yours," she says, her voice as calm as death and as cold as a corpse. I shiver again. This is not happening, it can't be happening, it shouldn't be happening!

I bury my face in my hands. I can't take his place. I am not supposed to take his place. What if she found out? I look up at the demon sitting on the chair, twirling her hair in a slender finger, made even more beautiful by the manicured nail. I look up at her face and once again am dumbfounded by the beauty. She was beautiful. Her skin just the perfect colour to blend into the surrounding dim lamps and yet glow with an ethereal light. Her eyes were those watching elliptical orbs, shaped like almonds dripped with delicious caramel; those eyes that catch your breathe as it escapes and render inhaling again impossible. I could go on and on about her enchanting charm but all words fail when she opens those pretty lips. 

Looks are deceptive and I believe that. After all, I had proof of it right in front my very eyes. She speaks venom, venom more poisonous than any snake's. She is a living reptile, a scaled creature, alluring only when looked at from afar. Getting too close can get you killed; just like it did to me. "Myunye," I try to reason once again. It is wrong and every cell in my body screams at me to stop this. Stop this madness that would consume all of us in the near future and leave us writhing in agony. 

It is then that she entered. The only ray of light into this dreadfully dark situation. She skipped along, her hair bouncing with each step. She slowly opened the door, peering into the room. I turn around in my armchair and notice her scared features. But all of a sudden those facial muscles leave their restraining frown and curve up into a brilliant smile. She runs inside, almost tripping over the rug in her childish excitement. I laugh. The devil in the opposite chair grimaces. She giggles. The sound is pleasant. I very much like that sound. She walks over to her sister, careful not to disturb anything in the near-crowded room. "Get away from me," the eldest says, without so much as a glance at her. I see hurt on those innocent features. I am moved. Both emotionally and physically. Unconsciously, I feel my arms encircle around her small frame and pull her to my chest. She stiffens and looks up at me; fear and and doubt all too evident in her demeanor. I smile. She grins. My heart is immediately lighter. 

"Who are you?" She asks, her voice sweet. "That's your brother, you idiot." We both look away from each other and at Myunye. She has an expressionless face but anyone who could judge human emotions would know the deep set hatred with which the words were uttered. I scowled and the girl in my arms gasped. She looked back up at me with renewed excitement. "Brother Jackson!" she exclaimed and I internally cringed. I wasn't him! Why was this happening?

"How did he come back, sister?" She asked the eldest, her eyes never leaving me. 

"By public transport," Myunye said matter-of-factly. "That's not what I meant," giggled the youngest. She twisted in my arms and turned towards me, her little hands wrapping around my neck and hugging me tight. "I missed you so much!" We stayed like that, with her sniffling into my shoulder and me deciding whether to tell her the truth or not. After a while, the doorbell rang and we broke up. The little girl hurried to the front door with Myunye in tow. I just sat there and looked at my hands, cursing my fate before following the two girls. 

"Father, big brother is back," clapped the excited 7 year old. I could see the man's face contort into a confused frown and his eyes drifted over me, trying confirm if it was true or not, before looking at the eldest. She gave him a meaningful look and he immediately understood. His face cracked into a smile and he went inside with Myunye following close behind. 

I stood there, me and the little girl all alone. I still had the chance. I could still tell her the truth. She looked at me once again, her face lighting up with an inexplicable happiness and then she too was gone. 

I didn't tell her. I kept quiet and let it happen. I never told her she wasn't my real sister and that I wasn't even part of her family. I think it was because I was scared of how she would feel or maybe I was just selfish. Maybe I just wanted to feel the love that was never given to me in my whole life. Maybe I just wanted to be part of a family; the fact that I will forever lose my identity because of it never crossing my mind even once.

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A/n:- Hello. Sorry for not updating in a long long time. Weirdly, I seem to have caught a writing bug and have already written down the 5 chapters after this. They will be up shortly. I just hope you enjoyed this!!! \(^o^)/

Side note: I do know the Korean 'Unnie' and 'Oppa' but I am going to refrain from using it here. I think I just want to convey how extremely formal and far away the family members are from each other. But if you want me to use them, do not hesitate to tell me. I will be more than glad to give the readers what they desire.