(Y/N) and I are far more alike than I would like to admit.
We both live two entirely different lives during the night and day.
Well, (Y/N)'s schedule needs to be a bit more flexible, but you get the point.
It was strange to see both sides of (Y/N), as Crystal was only really used to the cold and calculating version that she works with during business hours.
She remembered the first time she had met (Y/N), last year when she accompanied her father to the club that the other girl's boss owned. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ On the first floor was a dance club where she and her father were greeted by Huo, who led them to an elevator that was hidden behind the bar. They were instructed to go down to the basement.
Rather than the grungy warehouse that Crystal and her father were expecting, the basement was actually a classier establishment, lush furniture and dim lighting with every patron dressed in branded clothing.
In the center of everything, there was an arena that all of the expensive bar-goers were crowding around. Crystal's father wandered off to find (Y/N)'s employer while Crystal weaved through the crowd to see what the big deal was so she could report back to her father later on.
In the arena was a tall, muscled man pinned to the ground by none other than (Y/N), her taped fists mercilessly pounding his no longer recognizable face.
She only let up when a bell was tolled and (Y/N) removed herself from her opponent and made her way out of the arena, not waiting to listen to the cheering crowd and bask in her victory.
After that, Crystal went to find her father who was already deep into a conversation with a woman with short grey hair and a thick Italian accent.
After about twenty minutes of pretending to listen to all of the business talk, (Y/N) made another appearance. Gone was the sweaty tank top and basketball shorts she was wearing in the arena, she was now dressed in a tailored suit, her hair neatly arranged atop her head. Though the evidence of her fight was still there, her cheek was bruised, her knuckles were bleeding and she had a slight limp.
"Aye, There's my money maker!" The woman said excitedly, grinning up at the girl over her shoulder.
"Ah, Miss (L/N)! I've heard so much about you." Crystal's father greeted politely, but the girl's eyes were firmly set on the guard that they had brought with them.
Her boss only rolled her eyes.
"Don't be such a worrywart, (L/N)! I gave our new friends permission to arm themselves, everyone deserves to feel comfortable here." She said cooly.
"Besides, I've already informed them that with you here, nobody even gets a chance to make any attempts on my life." She boasted under the guise of reassuring (Y/N) of her safety.
"Really?" Crystal's father asked curiously.
"They're dead before they can even reach for their weapon." The older woman said with a smirk. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For Crystal, it was strange to see the girl who she knew as a killing machine befriending weaklings and feeding stray dogs.
But it was better to befriend the version of (Y/N) that she was seeing now than the one she had met a year ago. While she ruined her chance in her first body, she's confident in her friend making ability with her other body.
But she couldn't help but wonder, was this dealt (Y/N)?
How could this possibly be the same girl who rolled her eyes when she had a gun at her head?
The girl who was notorious for her scarily accurate aim?
Who is notorious for her ability to turn anything she touches into a weapon?
The girl who was rumored to be a gift from Satan himself in exchange for her employer's soul?
Crystal cocked her head to the side.
'Do her friends know that they hang around with one of the most dangerous women in South Korea?' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I wasn't exactly able to execute this the way I wanted to so if you have questions just ask lol
Also!
Nobody: Not a single soul: (Y/N):
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