PARK SODA ⋄ [VIRAL HIT X READER X LOOKISM]

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Jae, Gun and Goo were in a meeting with the Chairman that morning. (Y/N) was supposed to be there, but must to Elite's annoyance, she was no where to be found. After all, the only reason he kept her alive right now was because she could help form the crews as a street rat, as well as her Ultra Instinct. She didn't even know about it. Little did he know, this would soon change. This worried the three boys, but they didn't show it. The Chairman was briefing them on a new money making scheme. Employing minors in forms of Crews and having them pay fees. Form the Four Major Crews.

It was an excellent idea, but (Y/N) wasn't told about it. All she could think about was getting as far away from the Chairman as she possibly could manage. She was in danger. Once Charles Choi found out that she knew his deepest darkest secret, he may just kill her. Not even one of the ten geniuses could help her now. She had to help herself. 

Screw them anyway, she had survived by herself longer than she had been in their gang. Shoving clothing in her black duffel, as well as some non-perishables and water bottles from the pantry, (Y/N) (L/N) was almost ready to run away from Charles Choi. It hurt her to leave the boys, but Elite would find out soon enough and she'd be in more danger staying in the compound than on the streets. She wouldn't say goodbye. Walking down the long halls with a determined look on her face, she pulled a safety pin out from her pocket. Stopping at a dark grey door, she picked the lock and slid the door open as silently as possible.

The filing room was hardly touched, but (Y/N) knew Elite kept files on everyone in the building and people out on the street he kept tabs on. Once she stole hers, she could leave. Following the cabinets in alphabetical order, she paused by her initials and pulled open the draw. Noting that some files in here didn't even contain the same letters as their label, she frowned. They really needed a secretary. She pulled out the first one and read its contents. 

'Seo Haesu.' Run away, blah blah blah, juvenile prison, blah blah... responsible for the stabbing of (Y/N) (L/N) a few years ago.' She stilled as she read the words. They knew who had stabbed her that day they met? And hadn't done anything about it. Really showed where loyalties lie. Shoving the file into her duffel, she kept searching. Seeing her name, she breathed in relief. Grabbing the thick file, she frowned. He knew too much about her. Now, that would change

The file suffered the same fate as the last, shoved between packets of food and clothing. Closing the cabinet, she walked towards the door. At the sound of voices, she jumped into action, gently shutting the door to avoid raising suspicion.