PARK SODA ⋄ [VIRAL HIT X READER X LOOKISM]

~ᴡᴇʙ ᴘᴀɢᴇ: 13

ᴡ.ᴅ.ʏ.ᴡ.ꜰ.ᴍ

ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏᴜʀʜᴏᴏᴅ

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ᴠɪʀᴀʟ ʜɪᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ- ?

ʟᴏᴏᴋɪꜱᴍ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ- 24 ; 25 ; 26

Working under Chairman Choi had it's perks. That included payment that trumped anything a CEO would earn. But that came with collecting payment from gangs, getting wrapped up with the wrong people. Since she had gone to school, collecting debts had fallen onto Gun and Goo.

She had a hand in forming the Four Major Crews and she hadn't even meant to. All because she ran away from the Chairman after discovering his secret. About the bodies. And she then had stumbled across that street. 

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Nearing the school grounds, (Y/N) could already hear the festival music. Apparently, some people who had graduated from Vocal and Dance Department had become a huge success and were the ones playing the music. At least some people from the school were making it.

Judging by the fashion department's... unique designs, she wasn't too sure how well they would fair after school. But they were kinda cute, if that's the sort of thing you're into. 

J High was well known for it's festivals. They were her favorite. The games, the food, the events, the costumes... Mainly the food, though. She noticed Zack in his boxing gear, a grumpy look on his face. He easily dodged the punches of those who stepped up, hoping to beat him with no training. He had refused to be apart of the Slave Auction, so it was his karma. 

'ʜɪᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ.'

(Y/N) observed the sign, contemplating whether to go up against the egoist boxer or not. She shrugged and shook her head, walking past. She had already beaten him before, bruising his ego again would be too cruel. 

A long line came into view, blocking her path. 'Jeez, who the hell is drawing that much attention?' (Y/N) thought, sweat dropping. After muttering a sorry, passing through the line, she squinted to look at what all the noise was about. 

Eli Jang from the Beauty Department was cutting hair. He was pretty cute, therefore many girls were willing to throw their money at him for a hair cut. Poor, doomed girls lined up. Noting his final products, (Y/N) decided it best to save her hair. He did seem really familiar, though. 

And him name...

The smell of fresh bread and other various baked goods immediately distracted her, the familiar handsome boy forgotten. "Hey! Fresh hot bread is ready! Buy one and get a free coffee! Step right up!"
The shyer one, with blush across his cheeks barely spoke, "Buy here..."