Two Faced //Jungkook ff (18+)

~ 11 ~

I am mischievous. I find impish pleasure in meaningless pranks, feel the adrenaline thrill only by the reactions - annoyance, exasperation, anger - of my victims. At the end of the day when I am grounded and forced to think about whether what I did was right or wrong, I just grin at the amount of attention I had gotten.

But even when I denied all that, I would forever want to remain mischievous. So, yes, I am mischievous. I am roguish, troublesome, attention seeking and hopelessly mischievous. 

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You had one bag remaining. The bag of the boy responsible for getting you into this mess. You walked up the steps of the mansion belonging to the Jeon family. You looked at the bag in disgust, wondering what that boy put in it that made it so heavy. You wanted to walk up to him and throw the bag at his face just to check if it was filled with rocks or not. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. It couldn't be, could it? You did see him stop by the play area before thrusting the backpack on you...

You unzipped the bag and peered inside. A gasp escaped your lips as you saw that indeed there were rocks in the bag. Nothing else. Apparently,  that bastard kept all his books, including the binders and pencil case in his locker. He did not feel the need to bring the books, in which the homework was given, back home because the others did his work for him. This much you knew by eavesdropping on the conversations of those poor kids who had fallen victim to Jungkook's nefarious demands. 

You shook your head. Never in a hundred years and later were you going to do Jungkook's homework for him. You had enough on your hands already and things back at home were only getting worse. 

Her fingers curled around your neck, sure to leave purple finger marks. But maybe that was fine, you weren't allowed to adorn your neck with any girly accessories, at least the marks will be a substitute. She screamed, kicking you in the stomach each time her voice left her mouth. She told you to get lost, get into college early so that she didn't have to bear your presence for another two years as you attended high school. She yelled at you, saying that you weren't worth a single penny, that as soon as this month ended, you should start working to save up for college as no money would be spent for an idiot like you. You had your head tucked between the crook of your knees as your legs were drawn even closer to your chest. The demon towering over you whimpered. You were startled at the sound and dared to look up only to see your sister crying. "You should have died instead of her," she said, hot tears streaming down her face with every word. "I should have told you to stab it in your heart instead when you asked me what to do with the knife I gave you."

You shook your head again, it was no use; the thoughts didn't disappear. You threw the bag you were holding down in frustration but only ended up wincing in pain as around twelve big, fat rocks crashed onto your feet. 

"Hot dogs!"

 You turned at the sound. There was a street vendor selling food, something you needed desperately. You almost skipped to him, not being able to hide your joy. You asked for two and paid. A thought hit you. What if the Jeon boy kept extra money in the extra pockets of his bag? You opened the front-most zip and looked in. You found no money but you did find an assignment sheet. 

So he does care, you thought. It was the Biology worksheet, taught by the teacher in front of whom you had punched Jungkook. You giggled in delight, this was going to be fun. "Ahjussi!" you called after the retreating vendor. "Please can I have one more?" You request had him smiling and you easily took advantage of it, asking for extra mustard and ketchup. 

You smiled back at him and let him leave. You lovingly wrapped the delicious looking hot dog in Jungkook's biology assignment and slipped it between the rocks in his bag. Zipping it up and shaking it thoroughly, you relished in the sound paper made when getting crunched by rocks while getting layered by edibles.