𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄, reader insert

001

——— WARNINGS: gore themes, mentions of blood, degradation(?), swearing.

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"Hey, Y/N! Grab me another bottle!" The drunk man who Y/N used to call her father with joy yells out, sluggishly walking through the front door with uneven steps.

Y/N, who sat in the couch just staring at the wall, stands and sighs, making her way to their fridge. She pulls the fridge door open and stares, the fridge bearing almost nothing but beer and soda. She sneers.

How is this man still alive?

She grabs a bottle and makes her way back to her father who sat on a chair and had his head laying on the table, eyes barely keeping themselves open. He turns to her and an expression of disgust etches itself onto his face. He reaches a hand out towards the bottle in the girl's hands, but is barely even close to grabbing it.

Y/N rolls her eyes at this and places the bottle on the table with a thud, walking past the man who was sneering at her and walking out the front door. That man had literally just finished his long drinking session with his friends and he's still asking for alcohol. She was surprised he still remembered where he lived.

"Tch, useless piece of shit. You're the reason why your mother left your sorry ass." Y/N hears before she officially closes the door shut, muffling his drunken mutters and she closes her eyes, breathing in.

She strides down the halls of the rented apartment and makes her way to the exit, hearing muffled yells of other drunk men and crying of young children as she passed by doors with numbers etched into the plaques, stuffing her hands in the pockets of the jacket she wore and trying her best to ignore everything.

Once she finally takes a step outside, the wind blows by her and greets her with a wispy kiss on her cheeks. This prompts the girl to close her eyes and inhale, enjoying the moment of freedom, opening her eyes once again. She walks down the sidewalk, the afternoon sky painted a light orange as it made its way into the early night, tinting the concrete with a pretty hue and giving the wilting leaves on the trees a look of life.

Turning to walk down an alley for a shortcut, she arrives at the town's local market, filled with busy stores and loud merchants. Ignoring the group of men who gave her a perverted look as soon as she stepped onto the road, she makes her way down to a little store she knew very well.

Standing in front of the store, the smell of fresh fish slivers into her nostrils and she scrunches up her nose. An old woman's head pops up from behind her little wooden counter and a smile lights up her face, recognizing the girl immediately.

"Oh, hello darling." The old woman greets, walking towards the girl and giving her a hug after wiping her hands on a cloth.

"Good evening, Lady Seo. Sorry for not getting here earlier. Father was drunk again." Y/N informs, and Lady Seo frowns.

"Don't apologize. I understand." Lady Seo gives the younger girl a pat on the shoulder, before a forcing smile again. Y/N nods in acknowledgment to her words.

"Anyways, come help me with this box. This old woman can't really reach high shelves, so you know what to do." Lady Seo shoots a playful wink towards Y/N, prompting a genuine smile to etch onto her youthful features. She walks over to where Lady Seo was stood, and Lady Seo nudges the box mentioned towards her using her leg, counting the money she earned during the day at the same time. Y/N chuckles and bends down, grabbing the box into her hold and shifting to stand straight again.

"Which shelf do you want me to put this in?" Y/N asks, eyes grazing over the store's walls.

"Over there, please." Lady Seo replies, pointing somewhere, and Y/N nods, moving over to where she gestured.