PARK SODA ⋄ [VIRAL HIT X READER X LOOKISM]

~ᴡᴇʙ ᴘᴀɢᴇ: 5

ʙᴀʙʏᴅᴏʟʟ(ꜱᴘᴇᴇᴅ)

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ᴠɪʀᴀʟ ʜɪᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ- 16 ; 17 ; 18

ʟᴏᴏᴋɪꜱᴍ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ- 9

Her middle school was never quiet. She cursed under her breath, trying her best to ignore the bullies that harassed some kid at the back of the class. Dowoon. He had light brown hair, he was kinda cute. 

"Lee Dowoon, you bastard!" He was slammed into the lockers and (Y/N) gripped her desk, knuckles turning white. Don't get involved, her classmates had whispered into her ear the on the first day.

"Didn't I tell you to loose the brown hair? Why don't you listen to what we tell you, Dowoon? Are you trying to provoke us or something?" One bully snarled, the trio leaning over the poor boy. 

What was wrong with his hair? Nothing, truly. They were just looking for excuses to bully him. If he did dye his hair, would that help? No, they'd just keep hurting him. They'd find another excuse. 

"That's not it... my father won't let me dye-"

But wasn't sitting around as a bystander worse than actually bullying someone? Oh, fuck it. She kicked the desk forward, walking over with her hands balled into fists. She wouldn't sit idly by. 

"Dowoon, didn't I tell you yesterday?  You're dead if it's still brown toda-" Two things that happened within seconds stopped the boy in his tracks. One, the deadly strong grip on his wrist by the (h/c) girl who had always been a bystander. Two, none other than Taehoon Seong with his hair, usually black, now completely brown, standing in between him and Dowoon.

"Hey, what's wrong with brown hair?" He asked, casting his gaze down on the bully. (Y/N) froze when his gaze travelled from his wrist up her arm, to her face. She let go immediately, and went to go help Dowoon back onto his feet. 

"T-Taehoon?" The bullies stuttered out. "Your hair..."

"What? Do you have a problem with brown hair?" (Y/N) and Dowoon looked at him, surprise across their faces. 

"N-Not at all! I-It looks good on you, Taehoon!"

Hell, it did look good.

"You look good in anything, Taehoon!"

"You're not going to tell us to dye our hair, are you Taehoon?"

"Maybe he should." (Y/N) scoffed, folding her arms. Hopefully their parents would give them an ass whopping after they were done sucking up to Taehoon and dyeing their hair.

"Let's go," Taehoon said, grabbing Dowoon by the scruff of his collar. 

"W-where?" Dowoon managed out in shock, dragging behind Taehoon. (Y/N) moved out of they way, watching in curiosity.