This lovely photo taken of my sister in spirit and myself on Sunday at Castlefest last summer was sent to us the other day and I figured it would be an excellent upload in honor of #throwbackthursday Ah I’m already missing summer a wee bit but I am definitely not missing crippling around with a full leg cast!
“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
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?”
“You. And your boyfriends.”
I raise brow, “Boyfriends?” There is no way
they know about my daddies.
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
“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
“Why would I want to get away from my
“Do you have any idea who those are?”
I cock an eyebrow at him, “Please enlighten
“They are the Black and White Dragons of
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
“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
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
“I took over after the lead detective was
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.”
“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.
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
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
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
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.”
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
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
“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?”
“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
“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
“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
“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!