the weaker link: kjn&pjm!
@advjoori
That fucker that killed her father not only has a son, but he has a daughter too. The real Jennie would slam her fist on a hard surface, a shriek bubbling out of her throat at the thought of the former’s happiness, as though he can just carry on with maintaining a normal life after beating her father to death. But due to her wired personality, the only thing that can escape her lips that are robotically stretched into a large smile is an uncontrollable cackle.
Since finding out his family relations, she’s dedicated most of her time to finding out all of their wrongdoings that society would deem unacceptable, and she’s been disappointed to find that the son was squeaky clean. The daughter, though, not so much. Her past consisted of some terrible things—the most prominent one being illegal drug use—and upon coming across this knowledge, a relieved sigh leaves her chest. (Because if she finds out that both siblings are clean, Jennie’s not sure if she’ll be able to contain her temper, and if she’s unable to control her tantrum, she fears she cannot be held responsible for what comes next.)
Jennie’s done some recon on the male—Jimin—but has since come up blank. It’s utterly annoying, and she’ll admit it’s a bit of a cop out, but she momentarily halts all information gathering on the son and moves onto the daughter instead.
(This is an easier fish to fry.)
As a result of finding out about the two kids, Jennie’s temporarily stopped all operations of her games, and her supposed gamers are blackmailed instead to be henchmen. And today, she puts them to good use. She sends them a text from a private number, and makes them wait across the street from Joori’s house. (Her identity is still safe, of course, because they have no idea what they’re looking for. They’re simply told to wait.)
And so her plan starts to unfold.
She checks the time on her phone and notes that it is around this time that Joori comes home, and just as she had expected, Jennie is greeted with the image of the girl marching towards her home when she looks up from her phone. A sly smirk pulls at the corner of her lips as she stands and brushes the dust from her pants, then skips over to the girl.
“Yoo hoo! Joori, honey!” she calls in a sing-song shrill, and Jennie appears from the shadows like a person absent of good intentions, “where do you think you’re going, druggie? You’re not going home tonight!”
And then she halts when she’s a close distance from the latter, and she threatens with a bright smile, “ready to disappear?”