PARK SODA ⋄ [VIRAL HIT X READER X LOOKISM]

~ᴡᴇʙ ᴘᴀɢᴇ: 32

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ᴠɪʀᴀʟ ʜɪᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ- 86 -103; 111-118

ʟᴏᴏᴋɪꜱᴍ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ- ?

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(Y/N) stood before the Yoo Hobin Company home, a thick folder tucked under her arm. Jinho Lee... Of course, she had been right to contact Kouji when she needed information. She had expected most of the stuff on this file, but she wasn't sure if Hobin and the others would. It worried her that this new information might scare them off him. 

His whole history started when his parents died in a fire. A tragedy, apparently. Although, some other opinions stated that he was a psychopath, setting the fire himself, unable to feel any emotion. He started working for the big-shot gangster Cheon li-Seop, of the New International Branch, being his own personal chauffeur. With the death of his wife, eyes turned to him. He was her killer, and he killed all the other gang heads until it was just him. Now he was the leader of the New International Branch. Then there was the business of him smuggling drugs between Korea and Japan, using people as drugs mules but killing them just as the shore was in sight. Using a boat as a drug manufacturing lab wasn't exactly dumb. 

That was how he had met Seongjun Baek. 

(Y/N) decided that she'd at least warn them before looking at it. She took the steps two at a time, pushing the door open. "Hey! Anybody home?" She called out.

"(Y/N)!" Rumi greeted with a smile, placing a large cardboard box on the table. 

"What's this?" She asked, placing the file on a counter top and moving to examine the foreign object. 

"It seems like Hobin's got a package." Rumi mused, reading the labels stuck on the side. Whoever did that really put care into it, just slapping the sticker lop-sided, (Y/N) hummed to herself. Her eyes raked across the print, freezing at the name of the sender. 244. The audacity of this man- Meanwhile, Rumi went to fetch the infamous Yoo Hobin. 

"What package?" Hobin's voice came from the hallway.

"You don't know?" Rumi asked, "It's from 244 it seems."

"From 244 again?!" Hobin seemed overly excited about this. "Oh, come on. Why is this old guy doing this?"

"It's probably a mail bomb." (Y/N) chided, with a deadpan expression on her face, watching Hobin jump at her appearance. "He seems like the type."

"(Y/N)!" Hobin blurted out, "That's not helping. I- I mean, respectfully Miss-"

"Just open it." (Y/N) grumbled, slapping the back of his head. 

"I'm opening it-" He began, looking inside Pandora's Box. He grew silent. 

"Hm? What happened?" Rumi probed, "It is really a bomb or something? Just what is it this time?" She leaned over the box, going completely silent beside Hobin.