Good Girl Ch 23: Night Out With Jihyo
“No,” Yoongi deadpans, answering Jihyo on my behalf.
“I’m not asking you,” She glares at our oppa.
“I’m just giving you the answer that you are going to receive from all twelve men. They would rather saw off their own foots before they hand Joo-ya over to you.”
She huffs cutely, looking to me for help, “Joojoo, you want to go out right?”
I sigh, debating on whether or not lying would do anything for me, knowing Jihyo she would twist it around so that it was my idea in the first place. I nod, “I want to go.”
“Great you convinced Joo noona, now you have all our hyungs,” Kookie teases.
“Why are those bastards so strict, you guys get to see her outside of school but god forbid me to see her at school half the time?”
“Maybe because the last time you guys went out, you ended up in a club that had to close because of a shoot out,” Hoseok reminds her.
“Because of that night they got to meet her, they should be grateful,” She snaps back.
“Please tell them that,” Namjoon laughs.
“Fine.” She stands up from her seat, a determined look on her face, that never ends with something good.
“Fine what?” I question, standing up with her.
“I’m going to go tell them that they owe me one night out with you. It has been two months since you’ve lived those bastards and I want my Joo back.” She huffs as she charges away from the table towards the hall. I wave to our oppas and dongseangs before following her out of the lounge. She is quietly plotting in her head, I feel kind of terrified for whoever she is in search of, Jihyo is not someone I would want to be on the wrong side of. But as she heads to Suho’s office I begin to fear for myself at the battle that could happen. I block the doors with my body, being dramatic as possible hoping to crack the bitch face she is wearing, but no luck.
“Ji-ya please don’t start a fight with our headmaster,” I beg.
“No Joo, I’m tired of them getting all of your time and attention, I get you for three hours five days out of the week and we are in class at the time so it doesn’t count,” I want to laugh at how she argued the same as I do with my daddies.
The door behind me busts open to reveal six of my daddies; five are wearing the uniform while Suho is looking wonderful in a three-piece suit. They beam at me at first, that is until they see Jihyo glaring at them behind me.
“What is going on?” Chanyeol questions as he comes over to kiss the top of my head.
“I’m here to speak with the headmaster,” Jihyo walks past Chanyeol, she grabs my hand to drag me away from the, now angry, giant. She makes me sit in one of the two chairs in front of Suho’s desk while she sits in the other, completely ignoring the six men glaring at her.
“Is everything okay Joo-ya?” Kyungsoo questions coming to my side to give me a once over. I nod, giving him a small smile, my anxiety begins rising as the others gather around the desk, Suho is in his seat scanning me as well.
“I’m here to talk about Jooyoung getting out for a night. Since you are her guardian while she’s in school I wanted to ask you to please approve my request,” Her politeness towards Suho calms me slightly.
“May I ask what you would be doing during this night out?” Suho asks as he mindlessly plays with a pen, his eyes are focused on an unwavering Jihyo. I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy Jihyo’s ice princess mood, where even six glaring gangsters can’t make her face falter.
“I want to celebrate her upcoming birthday, but since I’ve been told a dozen times by my friends that she would be busy that day I want to do it next weekend. We are going to get dressed up and go to dinner.” I try no to laugh at the bullshit coming out of her mouth.
“She already has plans next weekend,” Suho tells us. I raise a brow at him, I was not aware of this. He notices my confusion, “Since your normal appointment with Mr. Jiyong happens to fall on your birthday we discussed it so that we get you on your birthday and he gets you the whole weekend,” I can tell he’s annoyed with the last put but I can’t help but laugh, making every face in the room soften.
“Suho oppa, please, how about just for tonight. You guys can drop me off at her house and pick me up in the morning, no big deal,” I give him my best aegyo that always makes the cute man cave.
“Can you bring Kai and Sehun along at least?” Suho bargains.
“No,” Jihyo and I say together, earning frowns from the men.
“Because we can’t be ourselves with those two creeping over Joo’s shoulder,” Ji glares at the two boys on my right.
“I’m actually going to agree with Jihyo on this guys, I’m sorry,” I give them an apologetic smile.
“What about Jin and his boys?” Tao suggests.
Jihyo crosses her arms over her chest, “They are sitting at a different table.”
“Are you guys seriously letting me go?” I would be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised.
“Are you really that surprised?” Kyungsoo chuckles at the sight of my wide eyes.
“You go out every Tuesday with Mr. Kwon, Miss. Jihyo is a much safer option. Plus you’ve been doing really well in school, and you have been really well behaved. You deserve it,” Suho’s smile warms me.
“I don’t thing the other hyungs are going to agree,” Sehun looks somewhat apologetic.
“How about you go home with Miss. Jihyo and we will deal with the others, okay?” Suho’s kindness is starting to throw me off, something is up but I can’t talk about it now with Jihyo beaming at me.
“You and the others made it sound like they keep locked in there like a prison,” Jihyo laughs.
The men raise their brow at me, I glare at the stupid girl, “I do not, they’re strict. At least they usually are.” I scan each man, noticing how tense they are I decide it’s none of my business, especially since it probably has to do with their business. “Thank you guys, I guess I’ll be borrowing Jihyo’s clothes tonight.”
“I have an outfit picked out for you anyway,” Jihyo jumps to her feet, already excited about tonight. “And it’s not like we wear pajamas to sleep anyway, too hot.”
Again I feel all eyes on me, “Okay, Jihyo since we got what we wanted we should go before the boys start to worry.” I jump to my feet and begin pulling the smiling girl behind me, I shove her out first before looking over my shoulder to blow a kiss to my daddies and mouth I love you. They catch my kiss, Jihyo pulls me out of the room right after, not giving me the chance to hear it back from them.
“That was a lot easier than expected,” I think out loud to myself.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I chuckle as we stand outside the restaurant that has become my weekly regular.
“What, have you been here before?” Jihyo hands her keys off to the valet who bows deeply to me, Jihyo is obviously confused at the sudden movement. I quickly pull her along, entering the lobby with our arms hooked. It feels weird being there with the hushed conversations of strangers and the hustle and bustle of more than one server. There are women in beautiful dresses and men in neat suits, I’m grateful Jihyo had picked out a simple black dress to match the jewelry I refused to take off. We walk up to the pretty young hostess who is staring down at her reservation list, glancing at the line of fancy customers I can’t imagine it’s easy to get a reservation here.
“Table for Song Jihyo,” My friend says with the utmost confidence in her name.
Without looking up the woman says, “We had issues with reservations so please take a seat, we will call you when a table is ready.” Jihyo has never looked so offended, I could see the fire burning in her eyes as she prepares to snap back.
I step in, “How about a table for Kim Jooyoung?” The girl’s head snaps up to stare at me in aw and horror.
“I’m so sorry Miss. Kim, please come this way.” She automatically scoops up two menus and leads a dumbstruck Jihyo and I into the main dining room. I’m happy to be set at my usual table that is the only open table in the whole restaurant. Jihyo sits across from me, still confused, the pretty girl sets down the menus before bowing deeply and scampering away.
“What the hell?” She breathes after a few minutes.
“You know the Mr. Kwon I have appointments with every Tuesday?”
“He owns the place. We come here every week for dinner.”
“How the hell?” She huffs cutely. “Is that the reasons the boys said they would meet us after dinner?”
I shrug, “Probably, they are close with my oppas and my oppas are not a fan of Mr. Kwon.”
“Sorry to keep you waiting Miss. Jooyoung,” Junhoe, the waiter from my first night here, beams at me. He has been here every time Jiyong and I have come and has become somewhat of an acquaintance. In his hands is my favorite bottle of whine from Jiyong’s stash in the back just for us, two-glass limit for me.
“Oh no Junhoe, that’s not for us, Oppa wouldn’t want me to drink it without him. Could we have something else?” I feel bad turning it down but I feel worse doing it without Jiyong.
“Are you sure?”
I nod, “Some other kind would be great.”
“I’ll be back.” The blonde giant rushes off to find something else.
“Does he know how old we are?” Jihyo watches the man go.
I shrug, “They never asked so I think it’s kind of a don’t ask questions thing. Since my oppa doesn’t mind, they shouldn’t.”
“You have all the connections now, I’m jealous,” She teases.
“It’s fun to be the top dog for once,” We laugh, but our joking is cut short by my phone buzzing on the table. Looking down I see a text from Jiyong.
Take the wine.
P.S. Happy early birthday!
P.P.S. You look so beautiful
I chuckle at the message but pause for a minute before scanning the restaurant, only to come up empty. Junhoe returns with the same bottle in hand, horror on the poor man’s face.
“I must insist on the wine,” He basically begs.
“We will take the wine, sorry for troubling you,” I hold out my glass that he happily accepts. Jihyo watches him with predator like eyes as he fills her glass, setting it down in front of her once he is done.
“And for dinner?” He smiles at us.
“I haven’t had the chance to look,” I watch Jihyo as she does her little flirty thing as I scan the menu myself.
“I’m your personal server so if you need any suggestions I’m here to help.”
“Oh my, who are you screwing to get such amazing treatment?” Jihyo whispers as Junhoe goes back to the kitchen.
“Jiyong oppa is a really good friend, he reminds me of you,” I swat at her.
She grins, “Me? Oh my, please jump on that, if not, let me do it. I doubt he would go for me. Every single one of your oppas avoids me like the plague, it’s very insulting. But what makes you think of me when you see him?”
I laugh at the thought, “He likes to buy me things no matter how many times I tell him no. He likes making my oppas jealous. A constant flirt. You both love the fabulous things in life. There are no secrets between us, Jiyong answers any question I ask him. Your personalities are just so a like it freaks me out some times.”
“Has he offered to runaway with you to Paris? If so, I will fight him on it.”
“I stopped that idea before he could even think about it.”
She laughs, “I’m happy you have been able to become such a social butterfly. To think you used to only talk to me and the boys, now you have a line of suitors fighting to get your attention.”
“They aren’t really fighting.” I laugh awkwardly.
“What are you getting?” She mindlessly changes the subject as she scans the menu.
“I don’t know, I usually get the steak but I’m feeling daring.”
“Should we just let them pick?”
I nod, waving Junhoe over when the nervous boy sticks his head out of the kitchen doors. “We decided to let the chef pick.”
I don’t know why but this seems to make him nervous, “Are you sure? I can suggest something, maybe narrow down your options.”
“Are you afraid we won’t like it and complain to your boss?” Jihyo can automatically tell what is wrong with him.
The boy stares at the ground nervously, “Yes.”
I sigh, pulling out my phone I dial Jiyong’s number, he picks up on the second ring, “Who do I need to kill?”
I laugh, “I didn’t know I needed to prepare that list, give me a couple days to get back to you with that.”
“What can I do for my beautiful Joo?”
“I was wondering what suggestions you have.”
“Is Junhoe giving you bad service?”
“No, no, of course not, he is very wonderful and patient, I just feel bad making the poor man nervous.” I give Junhoe an apologetic smile. “And since I don’t want anyone else being blamed for bad food I figured I would call the boss.”
“I’ll trust you.”
“Have fun on your night out. I really like that dress, you should bring it along next week.”
“How do you know what I look like?” I scan the restaurant again.
“Look up and to your left.” Following his directions I see a camera hooked to the ceiling. “Wave.”
I laugh waving to the camera, “Thank you for the suggestion, now get back to work. I’ll see you next week.” I hang up before looking back at a dumbstruck Junhoe.
“No matter how many times I see you talking to him it is always so strange,” He says without thinking.
“Is he really that cold normally?” Jihyo barely understands what’s going on.
Junhoe and I both nod, “Mr. Kwon is a scary man. Unless he’s talking to Miss. Jooyoung, then he becomes a completely different person.”
“I tend to do that to people. Jiyong oppa said option 7.” Junhoe nods before returning to the kitchen.
“I wonder if he’s single,” Jihyo wonders.
“I can ask Junhoe when he comes back if you are that interested.”
She shakes her head, “I mean Jiyong. He does all this stuff for you, you guys talk so casually, is he your boyfriend?”
“No, just a friend. Like I said, a male version of you.”
She doesn’t seem to buy it, “You love me, so how could you not want to date the male version of me?”
I sip my wine as I try my best to ignore her question. Jiyong is not part of that group, at least I don’t think he is. As I try to figure out whether or not I should consider him an actual suitor or just a friendly flirt our food arrives. But even with a subject change and delicious food in front of me I can’t seem to get my mind off the gangster.
“This wasn’t part of the plan Ji,” I groan as I’m dragged into the mansion that belongs to one of our classmates. The tall beauty looks back at me and beams.
“You didn’t expect me to tell them we were going to a party, did you?” With her hand still latched to mine I have no choice but to follow her threw the crowd of drunken teenagers. God I hate parties, filled with nothing buy snotty rich kids I feel out of place. “We’ll get a few drinks in you and things will be fine.”
“I’m already buzzed, I don’t think I need anymore. How about you go have fun and dance, I’m going to call the boys to come find us?” I try to shake her hand away with no luck.
“We are partying together, we are going to drink, dance, possibly make out, who knows, anything is possible.”
We find the drinks table that is filled with all kinds of expensive liquor that kids probably stole from the their careless parents or had an employee buy for them. I stupidly let Jihyo mix my drink while I stare at the beautiful house that is getting destroyed. It feels like a club with the flashing lights and the crazy bass that makes me tremble, there is a massive amount of bodies that are grinding together on the dance floor. I’m reminded of the last time I went out with Jihyo two months ago where we got shot at and I found my daddies. And as much as I love the situation I’m in with them, I would prefer not to add another guys to my list of mafia related friends or I guess boyfriends when I comes to my daddies.
She hands me the red cup filled with some blue horrible smelling liquid and I already want to throw up after one sip. Again, she grabs my hand and leads me away towards the dance floor. Thankfully we stopped at her house to change into something less formal, I found myself in a familiar leather skirt and crop top. My eyes scan the mansion for any sign of my daddies, figuring they could send Kai or Sehun to follow me but I would definitely know if they were here. There would be screaming or fainting girls at the sight of them outside of school which is apparently the rarest thing imaginable that this school. But once I think about it, it makes sense since they spend all of their free time at home with their brothers and me.
“Ya!” Jihyo yells bringing me out of my mind. “Dance, stop standing there like a deer in headlights.” She grabs my hips and begins moving them for me, making me realize she has already downed her toxic drink and is most likely feeling it. Great, guess we’re stuck here since I already know I can’t drive. She gives me her puppy dog eyes that give me no choice but to move my hips to the music. Of course she constantly encourages me to drink, not wanting to be alone in her drunkenness, and leave me alone in my sobriety. After about an hour my drink has been emptied and refilled three times, my feet hurt in my heels, Jihyo is a giggling mess, and I think we’re ready to go home.
“Oppa, oppa, oppa,” I sing to myself as I pull out my phone to call someone.
“Joo-ya, where are you?” Yoongi demands right when he picks up.
“Oppa! Why don’t you sound happy to hear from me?” I whine.
There is a brief pause before Jin comes on to the phone, “Joojoo, where are you?” He coos cutely.
“I’m not 100 percent sure, I asked Jihyo and she didn’t know, she just knew where the party was.”
“Okay, give us one second,” Again there is a pause of shushed talking and buttons being pressed. A few minutes pass of Jihyo and I mindlessly swaying to the music, beginning to feel tired. “We found you, now just go to the front door to wait for us.”
“Okay,” I sing before hanging up. “Come on my love,” I begin dragging Jihyo threw the party of already incredibly drunk teens, though I have no room to judge. I’m proud of myself for being able to stand at the point, especially with how sleepy I am. We sit down in the foyer on the last few steps of the grand stair case since it’s still pretty cold out. Her head is on my shoulder, our hands our locked together as we wait. Even with the booming bass coming from behind us, I feel extremely peaceful right now, happy that Jihyo didn’t abandon me for once at one of these things.
“I’m sorry I dragged you here,” She slurs half asleep.
“I had fun actually, you are a lot more fun at these when you don’t wander away,” I tease.
“Ugh, I’m such a bad friend. I’m sorry I’ve been such a shitty friend.”
“You aren’t a shitty friend.”
She scoffs, “I have a bad habit of picking fuck boys over you, I have abandoned you at so many parties, I’m rude, and mean.”
“And you always come when I need you. You can tell the second I’m upset and try to fix it. You protect me from all the bitches at school who are jealous that Kai and Sehun are always around me. You can be a bitch sometimes, yes, but when it comes down to it, if I need you to drop what you’re doing and come rushing to me, you will. If I need an organ you would give me yours or find someone who matches me and make them do it.”
She busts out laughing at that, “I love you Joo.”
“I love you too Ji.” We sit there for a little longer, just enjoying each other’s presence, something we haven’t been able to do for a long time, when some guy comes over to us, setting my alarms off the moment he gives me a drunken smile.
“Hey there ladies, you look like you need someplace to crash, there are plenty of bedrooms upstairs. I could show you,” His drunken flirtation only annoys my little side.
“No thank you, we’re waiting for our friend,” I do my best to sound polite.
“Come on, I can show you a good time,” He purrs leaning on the stairs railing.
My tone is firmer this time, “We are waiting to go home with our friends, no thank you.”
He huffs, “This bitch is supposed to be easy, if you don’t wanna go, I’m at least taking her.” He reaches for Jihyo but I slap his hand away.
“Ya! You leave her alone!”
“Who the hell do you think you are?” He snaps.
Before I snap back with a bitchy response alarms begin screaming, not the ones in my head but actual police sirens. I don’t have time to fully understand what is going on when people start scrambling to leave or hide. The bastard who was hitting on us scatters as well. Jihyo is too out of it to even sit up fully as police officers begin flooding the mansion in their full gear. I just groan, not even caring enough at this point to get up until two officers stopped to help us up. That wakes Jihyo up, once she realizes we have been detached from each other she gets a little crazy.
“Where are you taking us?” She growls.
“The station until your parents can come get you,” The woman officer responds. We are placed in the back of a police car with some other girl before being driven away from the house.
“Joo,” Jihyo attempts at whispering, “My parents are out of town this week. Can you call yours?”
“Mine are off moving my sister.”
“What about your hot roommates? They can do it right? Call them!”