Two Faced //Jungkook ff (18+)

~ 10 ~

I am cunning. Situations come with opportunities, grabbing them is my skill. Changing opportunities into situations and restarting the process is my talent. Finding a straight path through this cycle of problems that continues in never ending circles is my way of taking advantage of the little pawns unfortunate enough to stumble into my path or fall into my trap; and that, is my speciality.

But if I denied it, I would be branded to be more cunning. So, yes, I am cunning. I am shrewd, manipulative and simply cunning. 

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You looked at the note of paper once again. At first you had thought they were just doodles, then, that it was a map but it was only until that blonde-haired boy enlightened you that you found out that it was actually a set addresses. You had looked up questioningly, not knowing what to do with it. It was that bitch that spoke up. "You go to our houses and deliver our bags, you dimwit." Jungkook sniggered at his seemingly docile insult, making you roll your eyes. Everyone should know who the real dimwit here was. 

Taehyung lightly punched his arm and put a hand on your shoulder. "Mind your words, Kookie. And please be nice." You half expected Jungkook to snort and look away but instead he just nodded and gave a shy smile. Seriously, what was up with this boy? Was he just trying to act tough or did Taehyung have a special effect on everyone? You decided on the latter. After all, who wouldn't melt at that square smile. 

And then it hit you. His hand was around your shoulders. You were actually having proper physical contact! It wasn't slaps, cuts, punches, kicks, no abuse. This one was loving, protective; you felt something you really didn't want to feel. You slapped his hands away and recoiled in disgust. Of course, you weren't actually disgusted but your actions were portraying nothing else; perhaps they also portrayed hate, but it was mostly disgust. Taehyung slowly pulled his hand to his side, his head bowed and feelings hurt. 

You wanted to comfort him. Every instinct in your body screamed at you to hold the boy and tell him you were just startled (and scared). But then, your ego came in the way. Your arrogance and utter hate for your 'masters' forced you to take all the bags from Taehyung rather harshly and walk away. The message was clear, you didn't want anybody to accompany you. You would go alone... or maybe it was just that Taehyung was flat out rejected. 

Once again, you glanced at the paper where the boy named Yoongi had written down the boys' addresses. What did these guys think you were? A historian? Someone who could decipher ancient handwriting? You sighed. Sarcastic remarks were getting you nowhere, you needed to calm your mind and deliver the remaining three bags. Starting to walk again, you headed towards the orange-haired boy's house; some hope guy (at least that's what he told his name). You met his mother who gave you a bear hug. You were brought in, given a glass of lemonade and introduced to the Jung family. You liked them, especially the mom. But then again, you liked all the moms. The boys really had amazing parents and lived happily. All except for that one Yoongi guy. 

He lived alone. Instead of a mother, a maid had opened the door. She had snatched the bag and had told you to come in. You had looked around the boy's living area from your seat on the couch. It was nothing special, just a little apartment; probably rented, simply furnished with minimum furniture. Everything here spoke of simplicity except that one glass cabinet. You stood up, aware of the maid's watchful eye, and walked towards the cabinet. It was right beside the television which was stuck/hung on the wall. No T.v. furniture near or around it. The cabinet was a few spaces away, formidable yet inviting; expensive looking, a precious blend of ivory and marble. You ran your hand gingerly over the golden designs on the sides of the glass door. Out of all the six sides of the cuboid, only the front was made of glass but still, it looked extremely fragile. You would still would have been admiring the excellent craftsmanship, had the contents inside not attracted your attention. You were shell-shocked. Was this real? Yoongi? Min Yoongi? The guy that sported eye-catching mint hair and a savage personality? Was that guy  capable of such tender gestures? You stared on, forgetting the time, forgetting the place, forgetting everything as you drowned deeper into Yoongi's hidden heart.

You shook your head and checked the signposts to see if you were going in the same direction. What you had seen still astonished you. The cabinet had been filled with pictures, beautiful pictures, proudly on display. They were candid pictures, pictures that were taken without the knowledge of the person in all of these photographs but by the interest of the photographer. 

All of them, every single one, was a picture of Park Jimin. 

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A/n:- Hey there! Just if you all were kind of confused, let me just clear it. The past two chapters as you might have guessed were in Jackson's point of view. I wouldn't point that out... I already give enough hints in the 'INTRO' part in the start of the chapters. If you haven't caught the hint, I'll give it to you. Every chapter that starts with I am ........  is in your point of view. The one that doesn't is in Jackson's point of view. 

Well, if you have paid any attention you would know that Jackson is not your real brother. In fact he only became one after you killed your mother. So the mystery is - Where is your real brother??? 

I'll let you make theories and so till we meet again, BYE !!! ^^