Fighter (Lookism X Reader)

42 - Memories.

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The loud clacking of Y/n's heels echoed in the large hallway. Y/n gripped her bag as she made her way to the elevator. She stepped inside, seeing some new employees. She nods at them and takes out her phone as she hears it ring. 

"Hello?" She asks, tiredly. 

"Ms. Choi! I called your office phone, and you didn't answer! Is everything alright?" Mr. Jeong asked. Y/n hummed. "Yes, everything is fine, Mr. Jeong, i just...decided to leave early." Y/n answered. Mr. Jeong let out a sigh of relief. "Oh well, in that case, everything is fine on our side, too. I just called to let you know the dinner with Chairman Choi is in 30 minutes."

"Thank you, Mr. Jeong. I guess i'll be dropping off at my dad's house a little early." Y/n finished the call, turning to the new employees. The flush nervously.

"Hello. New faces, i haven't seen you three around here?" Y/n says, quietly. One of the guys blushes, deeply. "Y-yes, W-we're new! We're going to a meeting."

"With Mr. Jeong. We heard you talking to him on the phone." The woman says, then her eyes widen. "B-But i'm sorry! I didn't mean to eavesdrop!" The woman bows. Y/n chuckles. "Hey, hey, its fine, no worries." She says, waving them off. 

Then woman tilts her head. "You...must have a v-very high position, if Mr. Jeong is managing your schedule." The woman says, timidly. 

Y/n shrugs. "I guess, you can say that. My name is Y/n Choi." 

The three new employees go white. The elevator dings and comes to a stop at the first floor. "Anyways, i hope i can see you three around. See ya later." She says, unfazed. 

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A black car waited for Y/n to come outside to escort her to her father's house. She kept in mind what she read on Jake and Alexander's letters. She couldn't stop thinking about it either. So she didn't have a choice. 

Y/n placed her head o her palm, her eyelids feeling heavy. 

"Hey, Mr. Driver."

The driver hummed in response. "Do you have some candy?" She asked. The driver laughed, and handed her a lollipop. "Thanks." She smiled, sticking it into her mouth, after slipping the wrapper off. The driver wasn't uptight with Y/n like he was when he drove other PTJ owners. They were very cocky, or just didn't like to interact with the drivers unless giving directions. Y/n on the other hand, was very down-to-earth, and she liked to talk to the drivers when she was alone. 

Y/n watched cars slowly drive by. She placed her head in her palm, seemingly bored of seeing so much traffic. Her mind drifted back to the group of people who se had been thinking of not too long ago. Just in her office, actually. But one specific person came to mind. Y/n covered her eyes, preventing any stupid tears. 

"Uncle..." 

She sighed, twirling the lollipop. Her eyes started to close as she finished her candy. She yawned deeply and laid her head on the head rest of the seat. 

The honking of the cars in traffic slowly quieted down as she fell into a deep sleep. 

People say...that the last thing you think about, or something you think about a lot is most likely something you'll dream about while you sleep.  Well....

About a year ago...

Y/n stood behind Sin, braiding his hair, as he ate some noodles.