Fighter (Lookism X Reader)

34 - A Way Out.

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After spending time with Gun and Crystal, Y/n finally got home, extremely late. She sighed as she threw herself on her bed, resting her sore body. 
“Wow... Gun’s gotten even faster.” She whispers to herself, remembering their bout. She was barely able to win, of course, when she did, she wouldn’t let it go and kept rubbing it in his face. He got irritated but he knew that she was just joking around. 

Y/n stared at her ceiling. She grits her teeth. “I knew it... I’m getting rusty.” She groans, holding her head, where she had gotten a bruise. I mean It was really nothing, though, just Gun being his normal merciless self while fighting. 

She felt her head sting. Gun hardly grazed her, yet her head was killing her. He puts 100% into each punch. Was Y/n really losing her touch? Before, she was able to give It her all without getting tired. Now? She literally was 50 minutes into the fight and she couldn’t even catch her breath. It was until Gun lost his focus that she was able to getting a small second window to strike. She was barely even able to pull THAT off. 

First, she struck him with a kick to the abdomen, and while he blocked the kick, she brought both her hands to knock him on both sides of his temples. He blocked one hit to the temple at the same time but wasn’t able to block the second. His vision had blurred out for about half a second. And THAT was Y/n’s window. 

She was close to losing, she couldn’t believe it. Gun kept saying that he felt she was the same, that she HADN’T lost her touch...

“That’s the thing, though.” Y/n said glaring at her feet. Gun and Crystal stare at her, slightly confused. 
“I AM the same. I haven’t got worse, sure- but I haven’t got BETTER, and that’s what worries me.” She sneers. “I can’t believe I’ve let myself get distracted.”

Gun stares at her, then frowns. She...hasn’t reached her prime...? Then she wasn’t going 100% with me?

Y/n sighs, as she forces herself to stop thinking about the bout. She deadpans as she hears her alarm blare. “Ugh....welp, time for school--…"
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A FEW DAYS LATER....

Jace and Y/n were starting to leave the café, after finishing their shifts. 
“Dang, look at all that rain.” Y/n huffed, slipping on her coat. Jace nodded. “It’s pouring.”
They spoke for a while as they grabbed their things, then suddenly, they hear the door slam open. 
“Sorry we’re closed- Ah? Jiho??” Y/n stops, as her eyes lay on the short boy who was drenched in water.  Jace and Y/n exchange weary looks. 
“John....he...”
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“Did he get of work, you say?” Jace asks, slipping his cap on. “The day he left with you...he quit.” 
Jiho looks up at us with a horrified face. 
“C-can you contact him?? His number isn’t in service.” Jiho sniffed, battling tears.
Y/n shook her head, still wondering why he was asking, but answering anyways. “Apparently, he always changes his number so...”
Jiho stumbles out of the café once Y/n says that. And he continues to slowly walk away in the rain, until he disappears completely into the night. 
Vasco gets up from his chair where he had been quietly listening, and waiting for his two friends. 
“Y/n... Jace, what’s going on?” He asks. Jace looks at Y/n, speaking with his eyes. Don’t say anything. She feels him say. 
“We don’t know, Vasco...”
“But that kid... He’s friends with Daniel... right?” Vasco asks, frowning. 
Something’s definitely wrong
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“Okay, guys. Whatever you decide to do... Just call me. I’ll be at the convenience store by my house, okay? I need to buy some drinks.” Jace nods as he watches the girl open her umbrella and wave the guys goodbye. The guys look after the girl, until she’s completely out of view. 
“So...?” Jace asks, turning to look at his best friend. Vasco nods. “Let’s go.”