PARK SODA ⋄ [VIRAL HIT X READER X LOOKISM]

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The girl's beat up crimson-red converse crushed the remnants of a broken beer bottle that had been unfortunate enough to roll across her path. Two more sets of footsteps followed behind her down the alley. Their camera woman was at home. 

Wind picked up and nipped at her neck, causing her girl to bury herself further into her neon puffer jacket, which was a few sizes too big for her. Just the way she liked it. To any normal person, it looked as if the trio were headed down a dead end. But to the trained eye, they would notice the rough indents of the alley wall, a slot like one that would be fashioned into a mail box.

She knocked absentmindedly, rolling the sour purple lollipop around in her mouth. A series of clicks were heard before a slot was lazily shoved to the side. "What's your business here?" They asked in a forced 'threatening' voice.

"Are you serious?" The girl exclaimed, eyeing the slot and pulling the lollipop from her mouth, meeting with another beady set of eyes. The two men behind her shared a look.

"Miss (Y-Y/N)!" A voice shrieked from the other side of the riddle door. "I am so sorry!" 

(Y/N) (L/N) huffed, impatiently moving her head from side to side as the clicks and locks were hurriedly performed, opening the mystery door, sliding into the dark alley.

"Right this way, ma'am!" The employee said with a deep bow, flourishing his arm to show her way. With a smug look back at her companions, she put her lollipop back in her mouth, taking a dramatic step forward.  This was gonna be way easier than she thought.

"You know, you should seriously consider telling your boss to install a secret password. It would be much cooler than 'what's your business here?'" The girl said, sloppily impersonating the employee who's sweat dropped at her actions. It was ironic, actually. 

"Your suggestion will be passed on, Miss (Y/N)." The man said as Jae and Eun-Hyuk pass the threshold, the door slamming shut. The trio knew there would be no chance for that, of course. 

They were lead down dingy metal steps, their feet clanging eerily as they travelled further down. Soon, the roar of a greedy crowd could be heard, and they finally stepped into the sharp, artificial light. 

They were met with hundreds of people crowded around a cage, circling an arena, where two men were pummeling each other. "Place your bets! Place your bets!" 

A sinister grin spread across (Y/N)'s face as she heard the thud of blow after blow and she was swept up in the crowd's desperation. A man beside gripped his cash tightly, his knuckles a ghostly white. He must have made an incorrect bet.  Was the fight rigged? Sure. Had she bet? No, rigged fights took all the joy out of gambling.