𝕴 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝕾𝖔 (𝕾𝖆𝖊-𝖇𝖞𝖊𝖔𝖐 𝖝 𝕱𝖊𝖒!𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗)

𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖞

   You know that saying "Money doesn't grow on trees."? Yeah well that is 100% correct and also the main reason why I'm running for my life right now. What did I do? Simple. Nothing...

Okay so maybe I stole someone's wallet but it's not my fault I didn't see he had a body guard.

Y/ns pov:

As I run through the street, I shove some people in my way. Frantically looking around, I see some men in well dressed suits coming after me.

As I run, I can feel myself wheeze slightly after running for about a half mile.

Damn it I never knew how unfit I was. Well now I know why I failed gym.

I find a small alleyway to hide in for the time being. Yelling gets louder and louder as  the people chasing me runs by. Well they aren't the smartest. I wait to make sure they're all gone before I  make any moves. Once everything is calm I check the wallet to see how much that man had in his pocket.

" Now lets see.. one, two, three, four, five. Not bad just about 50,000 won." I mutter to myself quite proud of how much I have. Yeah, not much to do a whole lot but it'll do.

 As I walk through the streets I see a small store, hopefully with snacks because healthy stuff is of the devil. I open the door and look around hoping to find something before I head home. I find y/f/s and walk out not bothering to acknowledge the person behind the counter.

"Uhm.. excuse me are you going to pay for that? Hey!" The clerk yells to me.

I pull my hood up and just keep walking with my head down. I've gotten so used to just taking things and getting away with it that it doesn't cross my mind to pay. At this point I feel like I'm just barely making by each day. I mean what do I expect? I cant find a job because I don't look professional. It's not my fault I look hot with my tattoo's and few piercings. I mean, come on if you're jealous that I look hotter then you just admit it. 

 Though there was this one time where I worked at a strip club. It didn't end very well though.

-flashback-

I walk around in my waitress uniform going around asking if the old creepy men want refills as they stare at the girls who are probably 40 years younger than them. 

I cant lie, the girls are very attractive...

"Hey, you! The one holding the tray. Give me a whiskey and how about a smile with my order doll." I hear a man, snapping out of my thoughts, and he was no doubt talking to me . I turn around to see a man sitting with a group of people, all in about their 50's who looked like he lived in his mothers basement but why was I not surprised.

I put on the most fakest smile ever "Of course!" God I hate men. I go to walk by getting his drink and he smacks my ass and grabs my wrist and whispers in my ear "You've got a nice body, anyone tell you that? How about a little something with my drink if you know what I mean" Oh god. I think I threw up in my mouth. 

"I'm a waitress sir, not a prostitute. So now will you let go of me so I can get your drink or are you going to cling on my arm?" I say hoping it sound as nice as possible but I was screaming on the inside. 

He reluctantly lets go and I can feel him staring me down as I walk to the counter.  I mumble some swears under my breath before I hear a chuckle.

"How many times are you going to let them get to you?" Mi Cha laughs on the other side of the counter. 

"Just a few more times if he touches me" I grumble looking to the man who was staring at a girl on the stage in disgust.