bad jihyo

twice’s album messages to each other are all so cute and shit like ‘i’ll protect you and i want twice to do well’ and then you have momo writing ”let’s play a game of getting to the dorm the earliest” like dang sis i always knew she was the shadiest bitch in twice 

  • Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll: kookie
  • Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: jihyo
  • Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll: gary
  • Looks like they could kill you and can actually kill you: betrayers club
  • Could kill you by feeding you too many cinnamon rolls: jaesuk
Good Girl Ch 40: A Queen and A Jester

“You work for him?” I repeat back to him.

The stranger nods, “Sort of, I’m more like a consultant.”

“How so?”

He hums as he thinks of a vague enough answer to give me, “When they need certain things done that they don’t want to be associated with or if their men can’t do what we can. We go where the money is.”

I nod, “So killers for hire?”

He chuckles, “Basically.”

“Why can’t I run into normal people?” I ask the universe and myself.

“Is this a common problem you have?”

“Trouble is drawn to me.”

“Don’t worry pretty bird, I’m here to keep trouble at bay.”

I laugh, “Does that make you my guard dog?”

“I guess so.”

“Thanks again for walking me.”

He smiles down at me, “No problem, anything for you pretty bird. Do you want some coffee?” I open my mouth to decline but he pulls me into a random café and pulls me straight to the counter. He orders a black coffee for himself and a green tea for me. I don’t bother trying to object when he pulls me to an empty booth and sits down across from me.

“Such a gentleman,” I tease.

He chuckles, “You are the first to say so.”

“That makes me a little less nervous.”

“You aren’t nervous.”

I cock an eye brow at him, “How do you know?”

“Killers for hirer,” I continue to stare at him, waiting for an explanation. He rolls his eyes as if it’s obvious, “No one would ever say that to an actual hitman unless they were comfortable.”

“Maybe I’m just an idiot.”

He shakes his head, “You aren’t stupid.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“You’re Jiyong’s girl, he doesn’t like stupid girls.”

“I’m not Jiyong’s girl.”

“That ring would beg to differ,” He takes my hand and holds it tightly, not hurting me but warming it. I stare at our hands, my other hand is on the table, the ring my daddies gave me is shining up at me. He notices and takes my other hand and twists the ring around my finger, “If you aren’t Jiyong’s, than who’s are you?”

I snatch my hands away, “I’m a free agent.”

He chuckles as he turns his hand over to revel my ring, his eyes scan the inside and he chuckles, “Xoxo.”

“Does that mean something to you?”

“It just answered my question. Now let me ask you another, which one do you belong to?”

I take the ring back and stare at the engraving, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

He seems to sense the sadness washing over me, “Do you want to ask me a question?”

“You aren’t going to have to kill me if I do?” I half-heartedly tease.

“Have you heard that threat before?”

“I thought I was asking the questions.”

He chuckles and holds his hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry, go ahead.”

I sigh as my eyes scan him, “How do you know about me?”

“Rumors mostly but I’ve been doing a little looking in on you.”

“Really? Why?”

“I like to know who I work for. If the man I work for has a weakness, I like to know who or what it is.”

I nod, “And what are you going to do with this information?”

He shrugs, “I’m still trying to figure that out.”

Our drinks come and I thank both him and the waitress before sipping the warm drink. He drinks his coffee and we are left in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. He surprises me by pulling a card deck out of his jacket pocket. Casually he begins shuffling it until he thinks it’s had enough. I watch confused as he takes a majority of the cards and sets them to the side.

After spreading them out he looks to me expectantly, “If I asked you to pick a card, how hard would it be?”

I shrug, “Not very.”

“Even if I said you had to just pick one?”

Not understanding frown, “I can pick.”

“Really? Even now?” He does a little trick and flips all the cards over together. I’m confused to see thirteen kings, a joker, and a queen staring up at me. “You can only pick one. Even if you think you can pick more, I’m here to let you know, that isn’t realistic pretty bird.”

“What is the joker?” I wonder.

“I threw myself in there for fun.”

“Does that make me the queen?”

“Someone thinks highly of themself.”

I scoff at him, “Are you saying that I can’t have myself and them?”

“You can loose yourself a lot easier than you think.”

“And the kings? Does it matter which one I pick? There are no names, you won’t know who I’m picking.”

“But you will.”

I don’t respond to that, he doesn’t really expect me to. He packs up his cards and places them back in his jacket pocket, done with his lesson. We finish our drinks and head back out into the cold. My arms are wrapped around me in a sad attempt to keep the chilly wind at bay. He notices and without a word, pulls me close. We walk silently down the busy sidewalk for a few minutes. He has me tucked under his arm and into his jacket so he can share his warmth. I know I should be weary of how much he seems to know about me but at this point, I don’t really care what kind of stupid situation I could get myself into. Sure, he could be leading me to his headquarters where I could be held for ransom or killed but to my surprise, the farther he leads me threw the city the more familiar the streets become.

I begin to reconsider my decision of going there. What if I’m unwanted there too? My hand in my uniform pocket tightens around the small gold card that Jiyong gave to get into his apartment whenever I want. Maybe this is a bad decision.

“Why do you call me pretty bird?” I ask casually, both curious about the answer and not wanting to be left alone with my thoughts.

“Because from what I’ve heard, you don’t get out much, people only see you out on Tuesdays and when you go to school. But nothing more than that. So I figured you must be locked up in his penthouse the rest of the time, like a bird in a cage. But form what I’ve learned today, you may be spending your time elsewhere.”

I sigh, “That’s what Jiyong said to me when we first met. I’m a bird in a cage.”

“So are you?”

“Am I?”

“A bird in a cage?”

I pause for a minute, “Yes. I think I am.”

We don’t really talk after that. He hums some random song softly as we continue to walk, the sad song weirdly comforts me in my wallowing. Inside my heart is broken, but I feel numb. I keep telling myself that it’s all just a joke or a dream because I don’t want to think of the reality of it. They don’t want me. No one wants me. Not my parents, or my sisters, or my daddies. I want to call Jihyo so bad and ask her if we can still run away together. I know she would jump at the chance but I can’t do that to her future. She has so much ahead of her, I would just ruin in all since that is all I’m good at.

I think back to what Suho said on the phone, nothing but pity. I wonder if that’s what they all feel for me. If that’s why Jihyo would runaway with me, why my daddies even took me in, why Jiyong even looked at me. They pity me. Then I think about this stranger’s words. I can only pick one. I never thought I would be the girl who wouldn’t even want themselves without someone else. I want them. All of them but like he said, it’s not realistic. The realization makes my chest tight and my eyes burn with tears.

“Yoo who, pretty bird,” The stranger whistles at me playfully. I look up at him, brought out of my pitiful thoughts to feel tears stinging my eyes. His smile drops at the sight of my glossy eyes. “Are you okay? I’m sorry for the whole bird thing I didn’t think it would bug you that much.”

I quickly shake my head and wipe away my tears, “It’s not that.”

He frowns, “Then what is it?”

“Everything else in my life,” I sigh and look up to find that we are in front of Jiyong’s apartment building.

“Do you want me to walk you in?” He offers sweetly but I shake my head.

“You’ve already done so much for me and I don’t even know your name.”

“Lets leave an air of mystery to this friendship,” He teases earning a smile from me.

“What am I supposed to call you than?”

He shrugs, “Whatever you want.”

“Okay, see you later guard dog.”

“Oh come on, at least be more creative,” He teases as I slip inside the glass doors. I give him one final wave before turning around and shuffling past the front desk ladies, who are glaring daggers at me. I step into the elevator and use the gold card to get access to the hall that leads to Jiyong’s apartment. Riding up the gold elevator is kind of nerve racking. I should have called. I shouldn’t just show up at his place without him being home, that’s rude. I should leave. My finger hovers over the lobby button as the elevator dings and the doors open. I peer into the empty room before shrink back into the elevator where I almost jam my finger from stabbing the lobby button so many times. But it won’t close.

“What the hell?” I mumble to myself as I press every single button in that elevator but it still won’t move. “Why do I feel like he’s doing this?” Looking around the elevator I see a camera in the corner. I sigh, “He probably has something to do with it.” Taking this as an okay or just fate, I shuffle out of the elevator to the unlocked door to get inside. “At least someone wants me.”

As those words leave my mouth I’m tackled to the ground by other guard dogs who look happy to see me. I giggle and enjoy their sweet dog kisses and seemingly unending about of love. After they calm down I stand up and place my stuff on the couch. I convince myself to peek into the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat just laying out on the counter. I’m not going to dig threw his stuff, though I honestly don’t think he’d mind, I don’t want to risk someone else getting mad at me. So I shuffle back into the living room and sit down for a second but I can’t seem to get comfortable in the massive cold room. I consider going to my room, I stop in front of my door but after glancing down the hall I feel like Jiyong’s room is calling to me.

With a deep breath I slowly make my way to his door and slip inside. His massive bed with thick red covers looks so warm and inviting. He wouldn’t mind, would he? He would be encouraging me, right? Right. That is all the motivation I need to jump into the bed and burry myself in the pillows. His familiar smell burns my nose, calling me deeper into the bed. It doesn’t take long for me to fall asleep, this has been a very interestingly heart breaking day that I would like to forget every happened.

A warm hand on my face calls me from my dreamland, “Hello Beautiful.”

“Hello.”


Do any of you lovelies have a guess on who are Jester is?

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aaaaaaaaaa this is so BAD (I’m so sorry Jihyo, i made you look ugly kms 😫😫) it looks NOTHING like the reference pic but have it anyways

Hush it looks good, I can see how you used the reference pic but you have your own style so it’s going to look different. Trust me it’s amazing

Bad Girl Ch 23: Jihyo

Double Update!

*The Next Day*

“On your knees!”

“People usually offer dinner first,” Jiho muses as we are stormed by police. I just glare at the officers as they force both of us on our knees and pull our hands behind our heads before cuffing us.

“Shut up,” One of the officers spits dragging Jiho away towards another car.

“Move,” Another officer pushes me at a different car, his hand loosely gripping my forearm. I hesitate, locking eyes with Jiho he gives me a small reassuring smile, the officer pushes me harder this time making me stumble.

“Be careful with that one,” A man warns, being out of uniform I assume he is higher up.

“You have a death wish doing this,” Jiho sneers at the man.

The man chuckles, “Is that a threat?”

“No, more of a warning for your own sake.”

“Get his ass in a car,” He commands the officers. His eyes shift to me, “She can ride with me.”

The officer dragging me places me the back of an undercover car while Jiho goes into a squad car. I watch him drive away, feeling alone, but I try to push that away and remember that I can handle this. I am the White Dragon. The man gets in the drivers seat an follows the way the squad car went. It’s not a far drive to the police department, though it feels like forever. I keep my poker face on the whole time, I stare him down in the review mirror, he feels my eyes on him and glances up. A polite smile graces his handsome face. I want to ask what I am being arrested for but I don’t want to be the one to break the silence first. He hauls me out of the car when we arrive, gripping my forearm he leads me in to the busy, and familiar police department. I’m expecting to go into a ceil but he takes me straight to a interrogation room.

He closes the door leaving me alone with my thoughts. I eye the metal chairs be decide to pace instead. My mind races, thinking of all the things they could possible have arrested me for but nothing comes to mind. There is absolutely nothing they have enough proof to arrest me for, something else must be going on. The detective appears again he gestures to the seat facing the two way mirror.

I sit down in the uncomfortable chair, poker face still staying strong as the man sits down cross from me, “Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Water would be nice,” I say politely.

He nods and looks to the window before turning back to me, “It will be in shortly, until then how bout we talk?”

“About?”

“You. And your boyfriends.”

I raise brow, “Boyfriends?” There is no way they know about my daddies.

“Kwon Jiyong and the mystery man in the other room.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Than what is he?”

I sigh, “He is my body guard.”

He scoffs, “Really? He is with you 24/7.”

“Yep, that’s what a body guard does right? He guards me 24/7, that’s his job.”

“Fine how about we talk about Mr. Kwon.”

“What about him?”

Now the man sighs, “He is you’re your boyfriend?”

I nod.

“How long have you been together?”

I hum, “About September of last year.”

“How did you two meet?”

“We ran into each other.”

“And when did you get the surgeries?”

I pause, “Surgeries?”

“Miss, I need you to know that you are in a safe place. Mr. Kwon can not get you. That man cannot hear you, you can speak honestly with me. I know the rumors, if you can give me proof to them, I can get you away from them.”

I chuckle, “What in the world are you going on about? Jiyong would never hurt me.”

He sighs, “Miss, if you don’t help me there is nothing I can do for you. You need to give me something so I can get you away from them.”

“Why would I want to get away from my boyfriend?”

“Do you have any idea who those are?”

I cock an eyebrow at him, “Please enlighten me.”

“They are the Black and White Dragons of Korea.”

It takes all of myself control not to laugh. I take a deep breath to keep myself from giggling when I open my mouth. “What is your name?”

“Huh?” He is thrown off by my question.

“I asked your name. You are asking me all of these things, I would like to know who I’m answering to.”

He straightens his shoulders, “I am detective Taceyeon.”

I nod, “Are you new?”

“I’ve been in the department for 8 years.”

“You must be new to the case, I’ve never seen you before.”

“I took over after the lead detective was murdered.”

I click my tongue, “Detective Lee?”

His jaw clenches as he nods his head.

“Sorry for not feeling too guilty, I wasn’t a fan of the man. We weren’t on the greatest terms last time we met.”

“I’m aware.”

“So what exactly am I here for?”

Just then the door opens revealing another handsome man, this one almost too pretty to be in a place like this. He gives me a smile and sets a cup of water in front of me.

“Thank you.”

He turns and leaves, I watch him have a silent conversation with whoever is standing on the other side of the two way mirror behind the detective. He catches me staring and quickly closes the door.

My eyes shift back to detective Taceyeon, “Why am I here?”

“We are trying to help you-“ He stops talking when I lean across the table and grab his tie, dragging his massive ass out of his seat and on to the table.

I snarl in his ear, “If you honestly think I believe that bull shit you are a lot stupider than I thought you were.  You dared to take me, you dared to go against Jiyong, you must think you have something. Tell me what it is before I snap my fingers and burn your world to the fucking ground.”

He gulps and attempts to pull away to regain some kind of pride but I don’t let him move, “You are assaulting an officer! This is not the time to threaten me little girl.”

“It’s not a threat, it’s a fucking promise.” I push him back into his seat before relaxing back into my own with my arms crossed over my chest. He looks honestly frightened of me for a few minutes as he tries to get himself together without much luck. He looks over his shoulder and does some hand signal.

Once again the door opens, I groan, wondering who the hell it could be this time but I quickly shut my mouth and sit straighter in my seat. My heart stops at the sight of Jihyo standing in the door way, her eyes blood shot, her mouth hanging open in a sad attempt at speaking. My eyes flicker to the detective he’s eyes focused on me, waiting for some kind of reaction. I’m about to say something when I realize what is going on.

I forgot, I’m dead.

I’m not the real Jooyoung, I’m a copy that Jiyong made. I want to reach out to Jihyo and console her but I can’t. This whole lie was built up well and I’m not going to tear it down and have to deal with my family and police. I have enough going on but with Jihyo’s eyes on me I can’t just brush her off. She comes at me, like she always does, taking me to the ground and holding me tight, crying into the crook of my neck.

“Joo!” She bawls. It takes all of my strength not to hug her back. I take a deep breath and push away gently, confusing the crying girl. “What are you doing? Joo!” She comes at me again.

“Take me to the sky,” I mumble it barely loud enough to be a whisper but she hears it. Her eyes go wide. It means go along with whatever could come out of my mouth, no matter what it is. We used to use it when we were trying to sneak out, or more often when she would sneak out and her parents would call me for an alibi. We just stare at each other for a moment, she waits for me to say something but I’m just trying me best not to cry.

After a moment the detective is standing up to see us over the table, “Are you okay?”

I nod, “A little surprised, that’s all. Who is this?” I gesture to Jihyo.

“She seems to know you, you tell me.”

I look back and pretend to study her even though I know that pretty face anywhere and shrug, “I’ve never seen this girl before.”

The detective looks to her, “Miss. Jihyo do you know this woman?”

“I’m sorry, I got so excited I mistook her for someone else,” Jihyo apologizes as she whips her eyes.

“Mistook? Are you sure this isn’t who you thought it was?” He basically begs.

She does the same and pretends to study me, “I’m just emotional. I thought she looked like Jooyoung but now that I’m up close I can tell that it’s not her.”

He looks absolutely dumbfounded, “I thought you knew it was her.”

“I thought it was her. But then I remembered that Jooyoung is dead,” Her eyes shift to me, becoming glossy with tears once more. “I went to her funeral, I watched them lower her into the ground. I mourned the loss of my best friend. This must really be a copy.”

Her words sting. I want to explain it all to her but I can’t right now. I keep my poker face on, “Is this your trump card?”

He huffs, pulling a picture out of his suit coat pocket and hold it out to me, “So you are telling me this isn’t you?” I stare that the picture. It’s a family photo from a long time ago. My sisters and I are all smiling like nothing is wrong but I remember that day. We were out in the yard, my mother had taken the photo moments before my sister pushed me off the play ground and sent to the hospital with a fractured wrist. I look past the photo to him, his hope is on his face but I quickly crush it when my face doesn’t falter.

I sigh and stand up, offering a hand to Jihyo that she accepts, allowing me to pull her to her feet. Again I find myself wanting to hug her but I manage to control myself. “If that is all I’m going to leave. Where is my body guard?”

“You aren’t cleared to leave.”

“Am I being charged with something?”

He glares at me, “No.”

“Great now you have three minutes to release my body guard before I have Jiyong on the phone and he will not be happy to hear where I am. Time starts now.”

He doesn’t want to give in to my demands but once I’m done speaking he is out of his seat in search of Jiho. The moment he is gone I grab Jihyo’s hand and drag her out of the interrogation room and find the bathroom as fast as possible. Inside I’m pull her into a tight hug the moment the door is closed. She returns my hug just as tight, her tears returning.

“What the hell is going on?” She whales in to the crook of my neck.

I stroke her head, swaying back and forth to calm her down, “I don’t have time to explain now just know it’s me, I’m alive so don’t cry.”

She pulls away and cups my face in her hands to actually study me, “You can’t just say that! Do you have any idea what it felt like to think you were dead? You need to explain this to me now!”

“I don’t have time. Jiho will be looking for me and we can’t talk here.”

“Everyone out there can fucking wait!”

I sigh, “All I can tell you right now is that I had no part in faking my death. I didn’t even know someone faked my death until two weeks ago.”

“Does this have to do with those guys you live with? Did you run away with them?”

“No, I can’t explain this now, it’s a whole big thing that needs lots of back story that I can’t supply in a police station. I will call you tonight, we can talk tomorrow but right now, I’m pretty sure if don’t go out there someone will cause a scene.”

She’s about to snap back at me when we hear someone yelling. We both rush out of the bathroom into the main area where Hanbin is in a yelling match with some officers.

“I know she is here! Where the hell is Jooyoung?” Hanbin yells, I’m guessing it’s not the first time.

“Hanbin!” I grab his attention along with the rest of my foot soldiers who quickly push past the officer to reach me. The leader quickly scans me before hugging me tightly.

“What the hell is going on?” Jinhwan worries. “Why did they arrest you?”

“I’ll explain in the car, where is Jiho?”

“I’m here, don’t worry,” The tall man appears beside me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a tight hug. His eyes flicker to Jihyo, who is sizing him up. “Is that who I think it is?”

I nod.

“Who the hell is this?” Jihyo snaps at him.

Jiho clicks his tongue, “You but better.”

She looks ready to murder him.

“Ji, it’s fine, he’s fine. We will talk later. I have to go home before someone has a meltdown. You guys cannot tell Jiyong about this until tomorrow. He will freak out,” I warn my foot soldiers who just nod.

“I’m so confused,” Jihyo runs her fingers through her hair.

“It’s an even bigger mess than you think,” I mimic her actions.

“Paris?” She offers, scanning the eight men around us, noting Jiho tensing.

I shake my head, “If things continue to be this crazy, maybe.”

“We should go,” Jiho tugs on my hand.

“Do you have a way home?”

She nods, gesturing to the entrance where Namjoon appears. Oh God not them too.

“We should go now, before things get worse.”

I lock eyes with Namjoon.

“I’m going to agree with you on that one,” I look away and let him lead me towards the door. The rest of his group appears, their jaws set in a strong poker face. I try not to look at them, but out of the corner of my eye I see how much they’ve grown and smile slightly. Jiho knocks shoulders with Yoongi but doesn’t say anything, just stares the shorter man down. Jihyo rush up to us.

“What am I allowed to say?” She wonders, looking from my group to hers.

“Ji get away from them,” Hoseok tries to pull her away but her death glare makes the boy retract his hand. I can’t help but chuckle.

“You can tell them whatever you want, though I don’t know if they will believe you.”

She nods sensing the hostility rolling off the men in waves. She wants to ask more but the only thing that she can get herself to say is, “Tomorrow?”

I nod, “Tomorrow.”


A/N: Just in case I didn’t explain it well enough. The reason they were arrested was because they thought that maybe Jooyoung wasn’t fake and could be convinced to turn Jiho and Jiyong in, thinking that Jiho is actually the white dragon. If I was confusing at all please let me know so I can go back and fix it. I hope you enjoyed the chapter and have a good night!