Two Faced //Jungkook ff (18+)

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I'm manipulated. I'm being molded to their wishes, deviated from my path, taking their orders without any resistance. My system willingly submits even though my mind forcibly protests.

But even when I deny all that, I'll still be manipulated. So, yes, I'm manipulated. I'm being twisted to fit their needs, exploited to their advantage, orchestrated to their music and simply manipulated.

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"Guys," he started, his voice cracking. He cleared his throat and started again. After all, now he had everyone's attention, he couldn't stop mid-way. "I've... I need to tell you guys something." He looked at them pleadingly. Pleading for what though, you didn't know.

"What is it, Tae? You can tell us anything." That was Seokjin, the one you had come to regard as the mom of the group. But, of course, you still couldn't forget the moment he so amazingly saved you from crashing into an infuriated Yoongi. He just looked so manly, that even now when you think about it, you blush.

"so, um, the thing is, well, it kind of includes Y/N." Taehyung started shyly, voice gaining confidence with each word. Someone shouted and all eight of you jumped to the footpath. Jungkook frowned.

"Did she do something to you, hyung? If she did-" "No, she didn't, Kookie. And even if she did, you shouldn't even think about doing anything to her." This was said by Namjoon instead of Taehyung. You were surprised but as always managed to remain expressionless. "Yes, so, um, can I continue?" Taehyung asked and they nodded. "Well, you see, Y/N and me, are in a relationship..." he looked at them and before they react continued with "... and have been so for a month now."

There it was, out in the open. You lowered the bags on your arms and waited for their reactions. Hoseok was the first one to recover and apparently he approved. Whole heartedly, in fact. He pulled both of you in a bear hug and before you knew it, Jin, Namjoon and Yoongi had also joined the embrace.

"Brother Jackson, I told you to get buttercream frosting, not whipped cream cans." You sigh through your apron. When will your brother ever learn! "Cream is cream. As long as you can coat the cake, it doesn't matter, yeah?" Jackson reasoned. You squinted at him. There was no point in explaining the difference. Instead, you look around in the hopes that you might find some work for him. You notice a carton of oranges. They had been kept there so that you could make marmalade out of them later. "Brother Jackson, go peel those oranges. All of them." He listened to you, surprisingly, and went to peel the citrus fruits. You turn around and make some buttercream frosting. Not the best but it should be fine. It is 7 in the evening now and you are left with a beautifully decorated cake, 108 peeled oranges and way too many orange peels. You hear the doorbell just as you finish putting on lip balm. You motion to your brother and he opens the door. Your father comes in, looking tired and drowsy from his day at work. He drops his work bag on the couch, loosens his tie and walk to the kitchen for a glass of water. He switches on the lights and you squeal a happy 'surprise' and sing his birthday wishes. Jackson joins in as your dad gathers the both of you into his arms. The celebration is relatively quiet even as it is exciting. He cuts the cake and feeds you two. It is sweet, delicious even. And yet, the smile on your father's face seems sweeter than any treat you could ever make. "Well, well, am I not invited?"

Namjoon ruffled Taehyung's hair and Yoongi smiled down at you, his arm lovingly around your shoulders. "Yah! Jimin-ah! Congratulate your best friend!" Hoseok waved to the said boy. You looked at Jimin then. His face held utter shock. No, it was more than that. It was dread. Wide, horrified eyes slowly crawled to yours and stopped there. His lids blinked slowly, too slowly; equally slowly your smile fell. Time itself seemed to change pace. And then you saw wrath. Burning, scalding. Hatred seeped from the cresent moon shaped orbs and strangled you. Slowly.

Yet, what was worse was when you looked at the raven haired boy. You felt eyes boring holes into your head and detaching your eyes from Jimin's you looked at Jungkook. That boy too, was in utter shock. Except this one was different. His eyes weren't filled with malice. They were filled with an emotion much stronger. Your heart throbbed as you looked at him. Your chest heaved painfully as your head started spinning. You tried to look away from this eyes; pleading eye.

You turned around and hugged Taehyung. You just want to forget. Forget what Jungkook looked like.

Because Jeon Jungkook looked hurt.

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A/n:- This was written at 1:15 at night because I'm shit weak to the demands of my beloved friend. *sighs* I need to  develop resistance.

I would have given a spoiler again hut I'm just too tired and there's school tomorrow. (It's nearly 2 now)