The Perfect Set of Twins (P.jm)

The Worst

I was the worst. The worst sister ever for making the mistakes I made. How could I? And to my twin? No, nothing was getting me off of the thin ice I was wobbling on. I didn't want to. I deserved it, freezing over this lake of regret. Except I was also the worst human being ever. Couldn't I fight for my rights? Couldn't I get him to leave me alone? I could, but the worst of my mistakes warranted the worst of his torture.

I was about to slam the locker shut when the devil came and did it for me. They do say 'speak of the devil,' and here he was: a reflection of myself in ways that somehow no one ever seemed to question.

"How are you today, Jung-Ji?" He taunts, referring to my injured leg that I got from him distracting me during hurdles. The track was my ventilation, and he stole that from me. I bet it wasn't even the worst of what he had planned. "I said," he throws me to the floor and steps on where I hit my shin. "How are you today, Jung-Ji?"

His smirk is evident when I close my eyes a bit. "Just fine, Jeon Jungkook. And you?" I force the words out of my mouth just barely, almost unable to speak because of my bruise in contact with his foot. I hiss silently, looking up at him.

He removes his foot and I can't help but sigh in relief. "I'll be much better if you admit that you're a horrible person." Yes, I am a horrible person.

"Says the one that finds happiness in bullying others with their gang."

Jungkook pouts smugly. "That really isn't the answer I was looking for."

He reaches his hand out, and Namjoon hands him his iced coffee. I get up quick as lightning, and though it hurts my shin, I run as fast as I can.

"Yah! Jung-Ji! I'm not done with you~!" I hear him shout, running behind me.

"Yeah, but I'm done with you!"

I run for a long time, a very long time and his endurance levels are pretty much equal to mine. I look up and close my eyes for a bit and that turns out to be my biggest mistake. The second I do, a ball hits the side of my head, my nose, and I fall down. I whip my head to the side, to see Min Yoongi, one of Jungkook's friends, with a surprised face. I can tell he didn't mean to hit me since I'm close to the basket ball hoop, blocking something. He covers it up with a smirk, though I can see his apology. He never really participated in the bullying, mainly because he's too lazy, but there's not much to do about it now.

"Thanks, Hyung." Jungkook greets Yoongi, before turning his attention to me. "You! Do you have anything to say about this drama you're pulling?"

I raise my chin as, again, Namjoon hands him the iced coffee. Jungkook holds it over me threateningly. "If you drop that, think about exactly who you're causing pain to. Exactly who will wash it." Jungkook almost hesitates for a second, almost, before he decides an answer for himself.

"You, of course!" And he pours the coffee onto me, making sure to start with the top of my head. The jeers and laughs and taunting of Bangtan and the rest of the school mean nothing to me and I sigh as Jungkook looks like he's won an epic prank war. I wish it really was a prank war.

Eventually, they all leave, and he comes back.

Jimin POV

I walk out of the building, I hadn't said a word to Jungkook. I saw him purposely breaking her concentration in track, I saw him pour coffee on his sister. I wonder exactly how far this would go, what Jungkook's worst point would be before he became apologetic. I go back there, and she still hasn't gotten up from the position she was in earlier. "Jiji~!" I shout to get her attention.