Perfect Illness || lookism x reader

75. Nothingness

hey guys SO SO sorry for the huge delay. The chapter has been 90% complete since the last chpt was published i just never had the time to copy the lookism fight sequence and even now its not that detailed 😭😭

btw chapters a little heavy so at ur own discretion

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Song of the Chapter: FML, Kanye West

same as before, listen after, during, before, or whenever, and lmk how appropriate it is !! 😃😃

The booming music made her head spin more as she stepped into the large and crowded space. In typical Gangnam style, the air was heavy with the smell of rich people, cologne, and expensive perfumes, mixing with sweat.

She sat at the barstool, unnerved.

Clink! A glass of orange juice was set on the table in front of her, by the bartender, whose eyes tracked the golden executive badge on her lapel. "Ms. Jang, right?" he asked. "This is courtesy of the director, she's expecting you."

"Thanks," she mumbled, grabbing the glass and chugging it. Goddamn you Johan. She was totally thrown off her game. The drink did seem to calm her a bit, sending stillness through her fidgety body. Maybe I should take a pill too. The wild emotional rollercoaster had sent the typical chemical reaction through her body. She pulled the foil pack out of her pocket, popping out the small pill.

"I'm Xialong, the executive of this Worker's branch. Eugene said you were coming for a meeting?"

She quickly closed her fist around the pill to hide it, and glanced up at the newcomer, a tall man, taller than Johan, but shorter than Jake, likely around Sinu's height. He had long hair, intricately braided into double french braids, an athletic physique, and steely, challenging eyes despite his seemingly civil words. "Yes, that's me. Did he explain the nature of this meeting?"

"Not quite. If you'll follow me, Ms. YN Jang–"

She slid off the barstool and followed Xialong, taking notice of how frequently he checked his watch. "Waiting for something?"

"Yes." He didn't elaborate.

Okay then...

Xialong lead her to a small purple room set with some more drinks and a few cookies. "Please wait here."

He resumed a post near the wall.

YN clutched the glass of orange juice and swallowed the pill, before chugging it. "We can keep this short, Xialong. Gun is getting suspicious of illegal activities, and you need to cease them. Or at least hide them better."

"Did you know a VVIP just came, saying something similar. Something about how the workers wouldn't allow drugs anymore." Xialong closed his fingers around the a staff.

YN was starting to regret taking the pill as numbness was setting in her body. She had only taken it to calm the nervousness from her interactions with Johan, but now she might not be able to fight properly.

"But the workers know about our drugs. We collaborated quite successfully with a cult called Pungsan."

A cold prickle went down her spine. Johan's not going to be happy to hear about it. She almost shivered, predicting his rage.

"So we obviously sent him away, as he was a fraud. But not you. Mr. Eugene himself called to inform us. He said you're quite intelligent." He jabbed the staff forward, stopping the curved blade centimeters below her chin. "But I think Workers have forgotten that this is Club Vivi."