Bad Girl Ch 27: When You Aren’t Around
I know you guys wanted a sexy scene with GD but for the life of me I could not write a sex scene, I don’t know why it just wasn’t happening so this will have to do. So if you don’t like this...that sucks. Side note! I have gotten two fan arts, one for bad girl of Joo in her wedding dress which is absolutely gorgeous by @chenrise! And another for Two bosses by @oh-beyond who is amazing! I was just wondering if anyone else would be willing to make me more? I love them so much! Pretty please! Not just for this story but any or all of them?
“Where do you think you are going?” Jiyong coos when he comes into the apartment and sees me with my jacket on. I was late kicking Jihyo out ten minutes ago and I can just imagine how anxious my daddies are getting with me still being out.
I raise a brow at his question, “Jiho is taking me back.”
He shakes his head, “Nope.”
“Oppa, we talked about this.”
“I just got back from a meeting with EXO,” He informs me.
I freeze and narrow my eyes on him as he swaggers over to sit down on the couch in front of me. “You did?”
He nods, he calls me over with a single curling finger, I come to stand in between his legs, his face level with my stomach. His hands snake around my waist and pull us closer together. “You are mine for tonight.”
“Why is that?”
“We had a meeting to discuss a better schedule that will work better for all of us.” As he speaks he pulls me down to straddle his lap.
“You guys were able to sit down and discuss without murdering each other?” I question suspiciously.
“Anything for you.”
Even when he gives me his usual heart warming smile I can’t help but hesitate to fall for it, “So if I call they will know about this? They won’t think I’m dead or out with Jihyo?”
“Beautiful are you really doing this?”
I raise my brows at him.
He huffs, “Fine, call them!”
Without hesitation I pull out my phone and dial Minseok’s number, he answers on the second ring, “Missing us already?” He teases but I hear the hope behind it.
“Is it true you guys had a meeting today and discussed my living arrangement without killing each other?”
He chuckles, “We did, are you impressed?”
“Very, though I would be impressed if you guys sat in a room together for more than five seconds without threatening to kill each other.”
“Oh there were death threats, mean words, people jumping to their feet but without you actually being there made things easier. We weren’t constantly worried about who is touching you at the moment, who is sitting closer, things like that.”
I hum, “Well if I would have known that me being gone would solve some problems I would have suggested it sooner.” I chuckle.
“Don’t say things like that.”
“Right, no disappearing jokes, I’m sorry.”
Jiyong’s fingers dancing on my thigh remind me that he is staring and waiting, mostly patient.
“Well you boys enjoy your night of freedom, it won’t last long.”
“He has you until Thursday night,” Minseok informs me.
“Two whole nights? Wow, how did you manage that?” I question the man now gripping my hips.
“I don’t want to discuss that at the moment, there is something else I would much rather be doing,” Jiyong winks with a soft thrust of his hips, grinding up against me. My thighs clench around his hips, warning him.
“Since you all know where I am and that I’m alive I hope you all have a good night, okay? See you Thursday.”
“Make sure to get some rest, there are young upset boys here still waiting for their time with you. I love you little one.”
I smile, “I love you too Daddy.” I end the call and set the phone aside before looking down at Jiyong.
“I have never been the daddy type but when that word leaves your lips it does something to me.”
I scoff, “I could say anything and it would do something to you!”
“That it true, but why have you never called me something like that?” He halfway whines.
“Because,” I muse wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer, “we both know you prefer when I’m screaming your name, not some pet name.”
He closes his eyes and rolls his head back with a moan, “That is also true. My god what in the world did I do to deserve you?”
I only chuckle as I bring him closer to place a few kisses on his exposed neck. His hips stutter once more, “Should we take this to the bedroom?” I purr in his ear.
He shakes his head, “I want you right here, like this.”
“Of course my love.” We kiss slowly at first, I make quick of his suit, throwing his jacket off, his shirt not far behind. He does his best to return the favor but I end up having to take my blouse off myself with a little chuckle at his frustration.
“Do you have any idea how much I missed you?” He mumbles in between our kisses.
I pull away to look down at him, “Jiyong, I thought you didn’t want to talk right now.”
He sighs, cupping my face his thumbs brush my cheeks, “I just want to tell you how much I love you, how I worship the ground you walk on. How I can’t even begin to imagine my life without you. Everyday I stop and think this is it. This is the day you will stop loving me, you will realize that you love all of them more or that you don’t love any of us anymore and leave.”
“Kwon Jiyong,” I snap gripping his face between my hands like him. “Listen to me, I am not, I repeat, I am not leaving you. I need you to look at me and realize that I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”
He smiles, wrapping his arms around me he pulls me into a tight hug with his face in the crook of my neck. He pulls away a moment later lacing our fingers together he brings my left hand to his lips and kisses the rings their softly, never breaking eye contact. “I know, I’m sorry, I forget but this,” He raises the same hand slightly, “will always remind me that I’ve got you. Till death do us part.”
“Till death do us part,” I echo, leaning in closer until our foreheads touch. He smiles.
“Now that we have that out of the way, I’m pretty sure we still have whip cream from last week in there, lets bust that out and have some fun.”
…….
I wrap my kimono around my body as I slip from my bedroom and tip toe down the hall. With Jiyong sleeping I try my best to not wake him up, don’t need him questioning me on where I am going. I reach the elevator easily, I just have to hope and pray to someone that he doesn’t hear the golden box ding when it opens on my floor. Stepping inside I press the button for Jiho’s floor, feeling the strong need to talk to him about this meeting. Even though I’m happy that my daddies and Jiyong were able to talk without murdering each other I’m not a fan of people talking about me behind my back when it actually effects me.
The door opens and I scamper across his apartment to the bedroom, at four in the morning I imagine him passed out in bed, most likely going to be upset by me busting in. I am not expecting to open the door and see Jihyo lying on the bed, her phone in hand wearing one of Jiho’s shirts. She must not be expecting me either because she rolls out of bed in surprise, hitting the floor with a thunk.
“What the hell did you do you idiot?” Jiho groans, stepping out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist. He freezes in the doorway of the bathroom, I freeze where I am at the bedroom door and Jihyo is still on the floor.
“Apparently you,” I giggle out with my hand over my mouth.
His face turns a bright red, with huff he grabs some clothes from the dresser near his door before stomping back into the bathroom. He slams the door with one more huff, Jihyo and I lock eyes for a minute before I join her on the ground in a fit of laughter. Jiho comes back out a minute later in sweats and a t-shirt, his face still that bright red.
“What are you two still laughing about?” He snarls, pulling me off the ground.
“Oppa!” I continue to die laughing in his arms.
“This isn’t that funny so stop with the giggles. What are you doing here so late?” Jiho sets me down on the bed before going to Jihyo to do the same thing.
It takes Jihyo and I a few tries to stop laughing, I have to remind myself why I’m here in the first place, with a deep breath I finally manage to stop dying and speak like a normal person.
“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you to have a guest,” I wiggle a brow at him.
“I wasn’t expecting any visitors so I didn’t think it mattered. Shouldn’t you be with those idiots?” He accuses.
“Didn’t you go to that meeting today?”
He shrugs, “I was only there for a few minutes, yelled at some people, got yelled at, left.”
“Well apparently they all got kind of buddy buddy and figured out a schedule for me.”
“When was Jiyong going to tell me about this change? As your head of security I should know your schedule better than anyone.”
“As me I should know my schedule better than anyone,” I snap back.
He sighs as he sits down next to me, “It really bugs you doesn’t it.”
I nod, “I’m happy that they were able to get along for me but I would like to at least know when they are discussing me. I’m not some child they are fighting for custody over, I’m able to voice my own opinion.”
“This is what happens when you let thirteen insane guys control your life,” Jihyo chimes in.
“Thank you so much for your opinion,” I glare at her over my shoulder.
She shrugs, “I told you Paris is still an option. You can even bring this one along.” She nudges Jiho with her toes.
“Really?” I tsk, “What did he do to deserve such an honor?”
“Me.”
Once again Ji and I are dying of laughter.
“Focus,” Jiho snaps his fingers in my face. “We are talking about your asshole boyfriends plotting behind your back.”
“Okay that is an exaggeration, they weren’t plotting, they were just figuring things out.”
“I say that they were plotting as well,” Jihyo once again chimes in with her hand raised.
“Plotting what? Are they going to fake my death again?”
She grimaces, “I mean do you really wanna go threw that again?”
“That will not happen,” Jiho deadpans.
“You’re right, it won’t because they are not trying kill me again.”
“Well what about Jiho oppa? Maybe they are trying to get rid of him, or what about me? They were not my biggest fans the last time I checked.”
“You guys are being ridiculous.”
“Maybe we are, maybe they are trying to get rid of us, maybe we are on a plain to Paris tomorrow morning, there are lots of maybes.” Jihyo clicks her tongue.
I sigh, realizing this conversation is going nowhere, “This was stupid, I’m going home, you guys continue whatever you were doing. Jiho, we are going to talk more in the morning.”
“Wait, let me walk you out!” Jihyo jumps to her feet and begins dragging me along with her. With a glance over my shoulder she leads me into the kitchen where she quickly begins digging in the fridge.
“Ji, what are you doing? I’m leaving.”
“We need to talk.”
Her sudden seriousness throws me off guard, “Is everything okay?”
“No, not really.” She pulls away from the fridge with a container of milk in her hand. Without anymore explanation she continues digging through his cabinets until she finds two bowls and a box of cereal. She sets up on the kitchen island, making us each a bowl before sitting down, dragging me down next to her.
“What do you mean? He didn’t hurt you or anything did he?”
She takes a few bites before mumbling, “I mean that they are hiding something.”
My brow crunches in confusion, “Who?”
She looks over my shoulder again, “All of them.”
“Jihyo could you stop being so cryptic? You are freaking me out.”
“Good! This whole situation should have you freaking out! These guys are full of bullshit!”
“What makes you so sure that it’s all of them?”
“Jiho mentioned something about them being pussies, that they think they are all high and mighty when they don’t even know how to handle something they should have figured out from the beginning. Mumbling something about how they don’t have the guts to tell you. Which means they are hiding something from you, whether it is about Jiho or Jiyong, I’m not sure but it has to be about one of them. I think that’s what they were talking about at this meeting, sure your schedule was an after thought but the main reason I’m sure was for this fucking secret.”
“That’s why they didn’t even mention it to me,” I rub my face in frustration. “Not because things are so much easier to discuss while I’m not there, they are just hiding things from me still. Will they ever just be completely honest with me?”
Jihyo hums, “Probably not.”
“What about Jiho though? I mean you said he could come along, why him?”
“Because I feel like he had a small part in it. Even though I imagine he has done some fucked up shit I feel like he was just the pawn.”
I hum, thinking all of this over. I groan as a headache begins to set in.
“I was thinking about it,” Jihyo mumbles softly which must mean she is about to rip my heart out. When she raises her voice at me, I know she is telling me things I need to hear and she happy to tell me because she knows that it is for my own good but when she does this. When her voice is soft and light and sounds similar to a mother talking to a child I know she doesn’t even want to say the words about to come out of her mouth. These words are never necessary, just something she feels that she needs to add when she really doesn’t. They are always things I never noticed, things I probably should have noticed but choose not to. “I think that they were able to figure things out easier because you weren’t there to hear how they talked about you.”
I just glare at her.
“I know you probably don’t want to hear it but once you think about it, it speaks to their idea of you. That you are theirs not your own in anyway. You said that you aren’t a child they have to fight over well you are wrong. In your daddies eyes you are a child, no ifs and or buts about it. I thought Jiyong would be bigger but he’s not, as much as you wished when it comes down to it he sees you the same way as them.”
“Jihyo please stop,” I half beg, my head begins to pound as I get more and more frustrated. “I need a moment to process this.”
She just eats her cereal in silence. I stare down at my own bowl, not hungry in the slightest. My minds swirls with her words, with all of my loves smiles, with all of their lies.
“Everyone thinks they know what’s best for me.”
“Do you think you think any of them really do know?”
I shrug.
“Do you know what is best for you?”
I don’t answer.
She sighs, “You don’t have to know, you know. As long as you know what is not best for you and avoid that like hell, you should be fine.”
I chuckle.
She pulls something from her bra and sets it on the counter, “Just in case.”
“Jihyo,” I give her sad look when she pulls her had away, revealing a passport I know is not my own but has my picture. A fake.
“Like I said,” She smiles softly, “Just in case.”
