Two Faced //Jungkook ff (18+)

~ 19 ~

I'm surprised. I had no idea things could go this way, no clue as to how a person's thoughts could be molded to such an extent, did not perceive the prospect of different outcomes to the same situation.

But even if I deny all that, I'd still be surprised. So, yes, I'm surprised. I'm astonished, shocked, stunned and simply surprised.

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"Hoseok oppa, there you are!" You had reached the roof and seen the door open just a crack. As you pushed past the metal structure, you immediately saw the back of the red-haired boy and heaved a sigh of relief. "Hey Y/N!" he greets as you come closer. He motions for you to sit beside him and you follow. "So, what brings you here?" he asks as you sit down. "Jimin oppa said you were practicing chemistry and so I thought you could help me or something..." you trailed off, the rest was self explanatory anyway. He laughed, "sorry to disappoint but that was just an excuse to be left alone."

You feel guilty all of a sudden and apologise for intruding. "Hey, it's fine," he assures. "Plus, I think female company right now would be quite beneficial."

Your face contorts into a confused frown and he smiles wider. "You see, I need a female opinion on what gift I should get my girlfriend," he explains. Realisation dawns upon you and you smile despite yourself. "Oh~ So what's the occasion?" you ask, trying to express your excitement. Hoseok seems happy about this and - if judging by his expression - he also seems to welcome it.

"There's no special occasion," he answers, "it's just that last night I realised how happy I am to have her in my life and that reminder urged me to give her a gift." You were surprised. "What even?" you murmured unconsciously and he laughed again. "I know what you're probably thinking: 'wouldn't that be quite weird?' But I assure you, I have given such spontaneous gifts to her many times before so it's nothing new."

"Well, in that case, you should give her something she likes, as she has not specifically asked for anything. How about a purse from the latest branded collection or a designer bracelet piece or something?" You had reasoned that since she was dating a guy like Hoseok she might be from the category of girls like the one you saw at Jungkook's place. But Hoseok denies. "No, she doesn't like all that. She is, well, different. When I first gave her an impulsive gift, it was a Gucci bag from their summer collection. However, she just rejected taking it. She said she accepts the sentiment but she cannot accept such an expensive gift for such a flimsy reason. After all, I'm equally important to her." Hoseok takes a breath here and you let all that sink in. Wow, you thought, there are girls who aren't all gold diggers even when they're dating a rich stud.

"So, what did you do then?" you ask, wanting to know the whole story. "So, I gave the purse to my sister and took my girlfriend out on an overnight camping trip by riding our bicycles." Your eyebrows shoot up at this and Hoseok grins. "I know, it sounds absurd. But that was one of the most beautiful trips in my life. You know what made it even better?" he asks, turning to you. You shake your head and he answers his own question. "What made it even better was the fact that when we lay beside each other in our tent, she held my hand and told me that no amount of Gucci bags could ever replace that trip."

"Give me the money, Y/N," Myunye says. "But it's mine!" you exclaim, "Dad gave it to meas pocket money." "Yeah, so I'm keeping it safe in your stead," she retorts, "just like mother did." And that gets to you. It wasn't supposed to hurt so much but it did. "You're not mom!" you scream, unable to hold back tears. "She was kind and gentle and she loved me! You treat me worse than trash!" For once, Myunye looks hurt but then the emotion flees from her face and her features are turned back to stone. "Fine," she spits, "keep the money. But instead, give me your blood." Horror strikes you as you remember what happened the last time you refused to give her your pocket money. "No, sister, please," you plead, now falling on your knees. "You can take it! You can take all the money I get. Just please, not that again," tears stream from your eyes but she is unfeeling. "Alright, I'll take all the money, you are spared." She pauses for a whole of five seconds and then, "but I still want your blood. Strip."