𝖲𝖠𝖬𝖲𝖠𝖱𝖠 : 𝖆 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 [𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝟒

Surprise, surprise.

Another game of Guess Who.

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Y/N HAD BUMPED
into someone's chest—and to say it was very big but definitey not feminine was an under statement. Whoever this was never skipped out on chest day, it seemed. For a moment, she almost felt like staying there and enjoy the feeling of being pressed up against—nope, she had to remind herself that this could possibly be a grown ass man.

"Watch your step, young lady." The stranger said as she looked up. A man who was in his late twenties with orange, spikey hair and orange eyes. He wore a suit, and just as expected—his voice was quite deep. If only she wasn't in a child's body.

[𝖡𝖠𝖤𝖪 𝖸𝖮𝖮𝖭-𝖧𝖮: 𝖫𝖵. 70]

Y/N could feel all eyes around her, some camera flashes as well. She quickly backed away and mumbled out a quick 'Sorry' and bowed.

His face was a little too familiar, like she had just saw him a few seconds ago. On her phone, maybe?

"Sir Baek Yoon-Ho, please look this way!" One of the photographers holding up a phone with a blinding flash yelled out.

Y/N realised the situation she was in. She wanted to run away and never see him again-but with him staring her down like he was reading into her very soul—that was the part that kept her in one place.

"Are you a hunter, perchance?" The suit-clad man that looked and talked like he meant all business asked, his hands inside the trousers pockets.

Y/N just shook her head, "Uh, no. I'm not." she said and immediately tried to make a run for it. The internet was a scary place, brr.

"Ah," Yoon-Ho grabbed her arm and made her stay put. Y/N definitely felt like a puny little bug by now. "Just a second, young miss."

This man was keen on whatever the hell he was trying to pull her into. It seemed that his beast instincts were kicking in, and there was just something odd about this stranger he met by coincidence. And what he wanted to figure out was if that was a good or bad thing-but of course, Y/N will never know.

Y/N sweat-dropped. "Right, uh... what do you need, mister," It wasn't really like she was asking or anything—but she still wanted to sound polite. With this many eyes on her, it made it difficult to not listen to him. I mean, c'mon—what are you even supposed to say to a man that wears a suit around and possibly even looks like a damn mafia leader? This ain't no wattpad story!

"Could I vouch for your rank?" He asked. "What I mean is—could I ask for you to get your ranked evaluated? I just need to check something out, is all." His face held a trusting smile, hopeful that the young girl would agree. Or he'd have to resort to...more bribing methods. Baek Yoon-Ho never goes back on his word.

Y/N knew what this meant. He was definitely trying to coax her in to joining his guild or whatever. Even if she didn't want to-again, how could she deny with that many cameras? Plus, there was his looks that definitely needed some discussion. But then again, she was a good-for-nothing! A useless piece of shit that clearly doesn't know what she's doing!

She forced a smile, "Uh... How much money for the evaluation?" Y/N wanted to drag this out for as long as possible.

"I'll pay. Rest assured, you won't have to worry about the price too much." Baek Yoon-Ho nodded, clearly satisfied by her indirect assent. And just because of that, Y/N came to the conclusion that it definitely cost a lot(it, infact, did not).