𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 | Lookism Reader Insert [SLOW UPDATES]

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I do not own Lookism or any of it's characters. This is a fan fiction of the Webcomic created by Taejoon Park.

[I don't know a thing about adrenaline shots. Please don't @ me]

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The young girl sat stiffly as the man next to her, in his drunken stupor, continued to press up against her, body pressing into her side as he spoke into her ear. His hot breath grazing against the shell of her ear as he urged her to dance with him. His breath reeked of alcohol, a hint of cigarette smoke accompanying the nauseating smell. Y/N couldn't help but be genuinely surprised at the fact that he wasn't blackout drunk yet, he'd been downing shots the entirety of the night.

Glancing down at her watch she frowned, she was nearing the end of the time limit she'd had to have this guy at some warehouse in one of the port cities. If he wasn't there by 12 then the client would no doubt, dox her pay.

I do it for the money.

With a tired sigh, she rolled her eyes. A lazy smile made it way onto her face as she turned to him, leaning against his body and grasping onto his arm, faking a drunken state as she leaned in to whisper into his ear.

"Why don't we take this back to my place, so we can have some fun, yeah?" She held back a gag as she awaited his, no doubt, enthusiastic reaction.

A wide grin spread across his face as he hopped from his seat on the bar stool, stumbling over his own feet as he did so. What would she make for dinner after she finally got rid of this one?

He slung an arm around her shoulder, rough hands squeezing her against his body as he began his feeble attempt at dirty talk, his words slurred and unfinished.

He leaned against Y/N for support, walking by her side and attempting to grope at her a few times. Easily avoiding his clumsy movements with small twists of her body by simply walking in from of him and dragging him behind her.

This was perfect for her as she could finally stop with the drunken act and let her cheeks rest, she weaved her way through the crowded dance floor full of drunken bodies, occasionally glancing back with a lazy grin thrown on my face to make sure he was still there she wasn't about to lose a good wad of cash.

Glancing ahead of her, Y/N made her way outside of the back door of the club, leading out into an alleyway. It was dark now, the music that had been blaring in the club growing faint as the door slammed shut behind her and the man before she felt the familiar feeling of his hand creeping along the side of her waist.

Holding in her scoff of disgust she turned to him and took the back of his head in her hand, her fingers weaving into the shaggy locks on his head and curling into them as her nails dug into his scalp. Pulling his head back as he slowly took in the situation at hand, she slammed his face into the brick wall of the club they'd just exited.

The sickening crack of his nose breaking filled the air for a brief moment, she let go of his hair, smearing the gel he'd used to style his hair against the fabric of her dress as she watched his limp body slowly slide down the wall, slumping against the ground with an unimpressive thud.

The road was becoming more bumpy as Y/N drove, the potholes growing in quantity and size as she maneuvered her way as best as she could along the horribly constructed streets that lead her closer and closer to her destination.

Glancing up at the rear view mirror, she briefly took in the sight of the knocked out stranger. His mouth has been covered in duct tape and his hands and feet were tied together tightly, if she looked closely enough, squinting her eyes through the dim lighting of the scarce street lights she could make out rope burn beginning to form on his skin, the irritated flesh turning a bright red color.