Believer 22 || 707 x Reader

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[Y/N] yawned, took off her large circular glasses, and rubbed her eyes. Little spots danced in her vision from having stared at her screen for hours without rest. She fixed her messy ponytail and yanked her headphones down so that they were resting around her neck. She glanced at the time on her laptop: 4:16 AM. Shit, she thought. She was exhausted, but her client had paid her to have the job done by 7:30 that morning.

She was about to get up to swipe a water bottle from the kitchen when she heard the bed creaking in her parents' room.

Evasive maneuvers, she thought, panicking internally, all traces of sleepiness vanished. Heart racing, she quickly and quietly closed her laptop and shoved it under her pillow. She took off the headphones and set them next to the laptop. She squeezed her eyes shut and threw her thin blanket over herself just as the door to her tiny bedroom swung open. Heavy footsteps walked dangerously close to the small mattress that served as her bed. The person, whom [Y/N] was almost sure was her father, fortunately didn't hear her pounding heart and heavy breathing.

"This isn't the bathroom..." he mumbled groggily.

Of course. He's drunk as hell.

[Y/N]'s father stumbled out of the room and into the bathroom. Once [Y/N] heard the toilet flush and the door to her parents' room close, she got her equipment back out. Her parents did not know she owned all this equipment. They could never know. She wasn't allowed to have any of that kind of stuff. After an hour, she finally finished her job. She sent the obtained information to her client and closed her laptop in satisfaction. By then it was 5:30 in the morning. [Y/N] decided to get some sleep, even if it would only be for a half hour.

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[Y/N] silently set a plate of eggs and toast in front of everyone sitting at the table. They ate, and [Y/N] took her own plate into the kitchen.

"It's getting late, Adrian. You'll be late to work," [Y/N]'s mother said to her husband, her Korean accent heavy as ever.

"Yes, you're right, Serina," he replied. "I'll be off now." He kissed his other children, Isaac and Kylie on their foreheads and walked to the door, followed by his wife. She handed him the lunch box [Y/N] had prepared and kissed him goodbye. [Y/N] finished washing the dishes and was about to go upstairs to her room when her mother stopped her.

"You are getting groceries on your way back from school. Here is some money. I want every cent of change back along with the receipt, understand?" She instructed in Korean.

[Y/N] nodded meekly in response.

"I don't want any money stolen. You were basically raised by that thief Louisa, after all. Oh, you are so lucky the police didn't find any evidence of your involvement."

[Y/N] bristled at the mention of her. "I already told you, I had nothing to do with her--!"

She staggered back, her cheek stinging where her mother had slapped her.

"Don't bother lying. I know you were involved somehow. I know you helped her escape."

[Y/N] said nothing. Arguing would be pointless. Instead, she turned around and sped to her room, grocery money in hand.

She locked her bedroom door behind her and checked her tablet. $100 had been added to her bank account. There was a new message from her client: thanks mystery dude. totally worth the 100 bucks lol

The corners of her lips curled into a tiny smile. She had everyone fooled. The whole town had no idea who she was...

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