Two Faced //Jungkook ff (18+)

~ 13 ~

I am understanding. My power of reason and sense of perception exceeds even my ability to explain. I am approachable to the unsocial and tolerant towards the irksome. I am kind even to the merciless and supportive even to discouraging bastards. 

But even if I deny all that, my heart will still remain tender, patient and forgiving. So, yes, I am understanding. I am considerate, compassionate, sympathetic and simply understanding.

~~ + ~~

A slap, a punch and a kick to the torso. Air, stale, but still air. Your voice, loud, panting. Another kick, collision of the body with the tiled bathroom floor. Pain, air. More, need more air. Request ignored, a lethal punch to the jaw. One molar loose. More panting, craving air. Coughs, bloody coughs. Blood seeping from many hits, your own knuckles bruised. 

"Please, stop." Your voice was strained, hoarse, forced. All your body wanted to do right now was slip into unconsciousness, forget all the pain in those few precious moments. But Jungkook was relentless, hurting you more by the second. You didn't want this, didn't expect this. Weren't you supposed to be cherished? Sure, you were their slave but you were also Taehyung's crush, right? 

Then it struck you. You had been depending on the orange-haired boy a lot these past few days. If you wanted something, all you had to do was either look at the taller boy with pleading eyes, text him if he wasn't around or pass a note to him if he was with you in class. Before you knew it, you had become way too close to the boy. Somewhere there, you would even call yourselves friends. 

You internally laughed at this thought. Apparently, that friend of yours cannot save you today and Jungkook is a hard match when your stomach has been empty for the past five days. You heard Jungkook inhale and braced yourself for another hit. However, it never came and the black haired boy slid down beside you on the bathroom floor. Shivering with his back to the wall, you saw that he was crying. That amazed you as much as it scared you. You were frightened that this was all an act to make you lower your guard. While on the other hand, you were curious as to why exactly was he crying. 

You struggled to sit up, every molecule in your body protesting against any movement. You had assumed Jungkook would slap you again to make sure you remained on the ground but he didn't even flinch. He completely ignored you and continued crying, as if hidden in a place invisible from the rest of the world. You gently, struggling to bring back some motion in your fingers, placed a hand on Jungkook's shoulder. His body twitched at the contact and the next thing you knew he was bawling his eyes out. You had a sense of  déjà vu. 

"Sister," you whispered, voice sounding worse than it ever had. You placed a bloody hand on her shoulders and she leaned into the touch. Involuntarily, but surely. A fraction of a second later her head was on your lap and she was mewling like a baby. Crying for your mother, crying for the unfound happiness, crying for everything good in the world and cursing at the people who had it. "I-I'm s-so-sorry," she hiccups between gasps for breathe. You are confused as to why the feeling of sorrow and guilt has suddenly haunted your sister but you take the apology with a soothing pat on her head. You run your hands through her hair, remembering how your mother used to calm you down when she was alive. At this, she weeps even more and for the first time since that horrible incident, you realise that somewhere, even though buried deep, humanity still exists in the eldest sibling.

As soon as this memory resurfaced, Jungkook wrapped his arms around your waist and his tears sullied the torn collar of your school uniform. "Why are you crying?" you asked, unable to take the awkward position anymore. 

After all, it was already two hours from the time the school should be closed and still you were stuck here beaten and bruised without knowing the reason. "I really didn't want to hit you," Jungkook wails. It sounds so child-like and painful that you ask him no further and wait for him to calm down. It takes a good fifteen minutes till the crying subsides to barely audible sobs and a considerably normal breathing rate. He pulls away from you when you cough up more blood, only then realising that he was crying on the shoulders of his slave. You look at him meaningfully when your eyes meet and he sighs in defeat.

"Look," he starts, unsure whether he should really tell you or not. However, decides to continue because, in his eyes, owing a brief explanation to a person he just ruthlessly hit to near-death is justice. "I hit you because it was your fault my girlfriend left me." 

"My fault!!?" You exclaim, unable to take the blame so easily.

"Yes." He deadpans, absolutely unfazed.

"How? She ditched you because you're a complete shithead, not because I said or did something!" You retort. Yet, even as you say it, you know that it was definitely because of something you said, and also all the acting you did. 

"Many girls confess to me on a daily basis," he continues, earning a major eye roll from you. "But hardly any last more than three days. They hate my ways, hate my normal attitude, hate my friends' true nature. They hardly even like me, or any of us. They only date so that they can brag about being in a relationship with the school's stars. But some do last. Some are genuinely amazing and yet, they do not survive me in the long run because they are unable to understand me." At this, he sighs again. A deep, dreadful sound that gives you goosebumps from the sheer amount of loneliness it's laced in. 

"The girl who you met -and who recently dumped me- was till date the only person in my life, apart from my friends, who could understand me. Not even my family understood me with such accuracy. But that's what I thought. Apparently, just being understanding is not enough. Because despite all the fill of her sensitive heart, she never trusted me. At one word of a complete stranger, she believed I cheated!" The black haired male chokes at this and presses the palms of his hands to his eyes. 

You are lost at the next course of action. After all, you had always been a victim and never knew how to deal with another one of your kind. Thankfully, Jungkook saved you from the upcoming embarrassment. "Anyway, let's leave all that. You got your revenge on me, I got my revenge on you and my friends got a chance to prove themselves right about my girlfriend. I think that makes all of us equal in some way or another. Let's clean ourselves, shall we?" He looks at you once again and despite the attempt at a lighter tone, you can clearly see the deeply ebbed hurt in his eyes, the unsatiated craving for tender love, the helpless longing for a close companion. 

"I'm sorry." You said, unaware yourself about the reason for your apology. "I really didn't know how much she meant to you and what you were going through. I have been through much worse so it doesn't matter how much I'm bullied. After all, as long as people get to release their frustrations successfully, this worthless body of mine can be put to some use." You laughed humorlessly at this, waiting for Jungkook to have a similar reaction. 

Despite all the utter bullshit deeds this male was famous as well as infamous for, he actually had a good enough heart. For, at your crude remark, he replied with, "nobody is as worthless as they think themselves to be; not even you." The serious look in his eyes was enough to lighten your heart. You rolled your eyes again and for the second time looked at your tattered clothes. When you had to run away from your bully and put some first aid on your many wounds, you were sitting here and having an emotional conversation with a guy whose life goal is to torture you. You truly needed to sort out your priorities. Alright then, time to get going. 

"No matter what it might have been, I honestly regret what I did, not only to your girlfriend and your biology assignment-" Jungkook gasped at this and you decided it was best to continue without waiting for his reactions. "-but also for what all I said and did to your friend Taehyung. He truly is a nice guy. Tell him that. And so, for all that I have done, forgive me." 

You looked up from the holes in your skirt then, right at Jungkook and saw one of the most beautiful scenes that you could recall. Covered in cuts and littered with purplish bruises, laying in tattered clothes and drenched in sweat, matted with tear streaked cheeks and red, puffed up eyes, the smile on Jeon Jungkook's face still managed to look gorgeous.