BTS Oneshots [Discontinued]

2 Faced (Part 2)

Jeon Jungkook

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(Y/n) - your name

(d/h/l) - different hair length (not your real one)

(d/n) - different name (not your real one)

(h/c) - actual hair colour (real hair colour)

(F/c) - favourite colour

(B/f/n) - best friends name

(B/f/f/b) - best friends favourite band

"(D/n)! Wake up!"

"No."

"We are late for school!"

"WHAT!?" You shot out of bed, your body filled with sudden energy as you ran around trying to get ready as quick as possible. You jumped around with one leg in your trouser, a hand holding your toothbrush. You managed to fit through your pants, stuffing your feet into your converse as well as finish brushing your teeth. You quickly threw on a shirt and sprayed a ridiculous amount of deodorant on yourself after packing your bag for the day. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your highlighted (d/h/l) (f/c) hair a mess and your (f/c) contacts. Your brushed your hair, realising that your original (h/c) hair was peaking through. "I need to re highlight." Not caring about makeup, you grabbed your keys and ran out of the house and into the car waiting for you after locking the front door.

"Buckle up." You quickly put your seatbelt on and hung on for dear life.

"(B/f/n), I swear to god. HURRY UP AND FLOOR IT!" Your friend grinned at you and pushed the pedal down hard as the car zoomed off down the New York streets. You pressed on a button for the roof to come down and raise your arms to the sky.

"IM GOING TO HAVE TO DRIVE A RED LIGHT!" (B/f/n) shouts over the wind.

"WHO THE FUCK CARES! ITS YOUR CAR!" (B/f/n) drives the red light, barely missing a loading truck that was filled with cars. They drove you all the way to the university campus, drifting into someone else's parking spot, leaving skid marks on the road. You bring down your arms as you face (b/f/n) with a huge grin.

"Broooooo." You both let out, your hearts hammering across your chest.

"As much as that was fun. We gotta go." You jumped over the car door after (b/f/n) presses the same button to bring the roof back up. They get out and lock the door. With your bag on, you shift your shirt, realising you wore a skin-tight one. "(B/f/n), why didn't you stop me! I look like a fucking skimp!" You thought you had grabbed a baggy shirt to wear so you decided to wear skinny jeans.

"You look fucking amazing girl. So no. I didn't say shit cause you're rocking that." (B/f/n) whistles and you glare at them.

"Thanks for that compliment, but you know how uncomfortable I get in these clothes."

"Why do you still have them then?"

"YOU SHRUNK MY CLOTHES YESTERDAY YOU DUMBASS!" You shout, walking away from (b/f/n), sighing out loud. You plugged in your headphones and walked to your locker, putting your stuff away and keeping hold of the things you do need. You ignored the stares of the people around you and took your phone out. You shrug as there were no notifications and pocket your phone just as you felt arms around your shoulder.

"Let's go (d/n). We are going to be late."

"You working today?" (B/f/n) asks as you leave your last class of the day.