PARK SODA ⋄ [VIRAL HIT X READER X LOOKISM]

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ʟᴏᴏᴋɪꜱᴍ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ- 17

(Y/N) chewed her bottom lip as she watched Taehoon walk away with that guy, Kim Moonseong, that was more beast than human. But she wouldn't worry about him, the once in a century spin-genius. Maybe that's where his superiority complex came from.

She was more concerned about Dowoon. Before Cockatoo hair could approach him she stood by his side. "(N/N)? What's wrong?"  After the time of the streets she had sworn to never raise a hand to hurt anyone. Not that she wouldn't get into fights. That's why she hoped she would never have to actually hurt someone. Ignorance is bliss.

As the man and the gang swarmed them, she gritted her teeth. "What's with that look, sweetheart?" Cockatoo hair said, hand reaching out to her. (Y/N) slapped it away, a tsk escaping her mouth.

"Watch your hands girl." A thug snarled, grabbing onto her wrist. She should watch her hands, huh? Grabbing his wrist, she used the technique Jae had taught her and twisted it, hearing a bone pop. 

"Watch your own hands punk."  The man crumbled at her feet and she looked to Dowoon, seeing him in the air, performing a 1080 degree kick that took years to master. And it was... magnificent. 

"Dowoon! (Y/N)!" 

A bloodied Taehoon stood shocked as Cockatoo hair landed right beside him, staring at Dowoon. (Y/N) tossed the man's wrist, stepping over him, running to Taehoon. She gave him a tight hug, and felt his hand hover above her head.

But it dropped when she let go, Dowoon now hugging Taehoon. She looked up at him with a smile but it stopped as it formed, seeing him staring down furiously at Dowoon. "What happened to your face? Did you trip or something?"

"Lee Dowoon." Taehoon said, surprising the young boy that was beginning to sound like him. His expression was full of a furious rage and (Y/N) stopped her hand that was aiming to touch his shoulder, mid air  "Get off." 

"What the fuck, Taehoon?" The girl asked, dropping her hand. So, Dowoon had completed a move he hadn't learned yet? Big fucking whoop. 

She sat in the hall outside the principal's office, awaiting her turn. She had broken that guy's hand. (Y/N) looked down at her hand, trembling. Had her promise to herself meant nothing? The door opened and a man, probably Dowoon's father, stepped out with a lethal look on his face.

Making herself small, barely noticeable she watched their interaction. The only noise she made was a gasp when Dowoon's father ripped his earrings out, leaving them bloodied on the floor. After school, she ran after him, catching up to him in the streets. "Dowoon!"