Fighter || Lookism x Reader

20

You were just about to doze off on the couch when the doorbell rang. Groaning, you forced yourself up and shuffled to the door. You opened it, there stood Eli, his expression tense and apologetic, with a small girl tucked against his side.

"This is Yena," he said quickly, his voice almost pleading as the little girl peeked at you with wide, curious eyes. "I'm really sorry, but you have to babysit her. Just for a few hours."

"What? No, Eli, absolutely not," you said, shaking your head. But as Yena stared at you with those big, innocent eyes, clutching her plush toy tightly, your resolve wavered. You sighed, knowing you were already losing this argument.

"I wouldn't have come to you if it wasn't urgent, I swear," Eli said, his tone desperate. Before you could protest further, you stepped aside, allowing him to come in.

He set Yena down gently on the floor, and the little girl immediately toddled over to you. Her tiny hand waved in your direction, and without thinking, you waved back. Yena squealed happily, and you felt your chest tighten.

"I'll be back in a few hours," Eli said, handing you a diaper bag before quickly heading to the door. "I'm so sorry—I owe you big time!"

Before you could respond, he was gone, the door shutting behind him. You looked down at Yena, who stared up at you with a bright, curious expression.

"I should've said no when he asked if I was good with kids," you muttered to yourself, shaking your head.

Yena reached her small arms up toward you, silently asking to be picked up. With a resigned sigh, you scooped her up, her tiny hands gripping your shirt. "Alright, kid. What do you wanna do?"

She stared at you, silent but expectant. "TV it is," you decided.

You sat on the couch with Yena in your lap and turned on the TV. A message popped up on your phone just as you scrolled for a kids' show.

Eli
There's food in the diaper bag, just reheat it a bit.
I owe you my life!!

"Yeah, you do," you mumbled, setting your phone down. You found a show you used to watch as a kid and pressed play.

Yena settled in your lap, her little head resting against your chest as she giggled at the colorful characters on screen. Her laugh was infectious, and before long, you were laughing with her.

A few hours later, the doorbell rang again. You placed Yena on the couch with a pillow behind her and walked to the door. Before you could even open it, you felt a small tug on your pant leg. Yena had followed you, clinging to your side.

You opened the door to find Gun standing there, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp as ever.

"You weren't at training today," he said, his voice low. His gaze flickered down to Yena, who immediately grabbed onto your leg, hiding behind you.

"Yeah, sorry," you said, glancing over your shoulder at Yena. "Something came up. I forgot to tell you."

Gun stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his eyes darting around your living room. Yena peered at him cautiously, still clutching your leg. You picked her up and placed her back on the couch. "Stay here, okay?" you told her softly before turning back to Gun.

"Is this why you left?" Gun asked, his voice sharper now.

"What are you talking about?" you asked, confused.

"Her," Gun said, nodding toward Yena. "Is she yours? Were you pregnant? Is that why you disappeared?"

Your jaw dropped as he stepped closer, grabbing your shoulders. "Gun," you said warningly, "if you don't get your hands off me, I swear I'm going to break them."