spectrum【fem!reader .lookism】

. viii

For the oc here, I used the usual Western order for the names since I wrote everyone else down with their English names!

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After days of returning home empty handed, luck finally found its way to (Y/N)'s grasp. Or, well, she'd name it that.

Because she scored a part-time job! Finally!

They'd managed to work around her schedule as a student so that she could go to work even with classes. At the expense of her sleeping hours, though.

But it's okay! Because she's used to staying up late!

The job is vastly different from her previous one. When she used to earn a wad of cash with every challenge she receives in a day before, the current one wasn't really as generous.

It was a clothing shop somewhere around Gangnam, because no one would hire her around Central Seoul.

They would never know what they're missing.

Upside is that she gets to look at the many clothes hanging in the racks and imagine herself wearing them. Some of the styles aren't really her type, but she entertains the thought of dressing herself up with something different.

As for the downside...she is unbearably broke. Therefore, she cannot but the clothes she likes, and could only watch in envy as other, richer people come by and snatch one that caught their eyes.

(Y/N) was working after school hours when she received another frantic phone call from Daniel.

"There's a problem," he whisper-shouted.

Rolling her eyes, the girl responded with, "Of course there is."

"This is serious! Mom is here!"

"Hold up, backtrack there. She is?!"

"Okay, never mind. I can handle this."

"Don't you dare hang up on me, you little shit. Answer my ques—"

Beeping sounds cut off her words. She stared at her phone screen, smiling dangerously, unable to believe the audacity for not telling her what the heck is going on! Why is mom is Seoul?!

She needs to go home...!

But...her job...!

Goddammit!

The other part timer that popped out of nowhere looked at her strangely when she inhaled deeply and soundlessly let out a scream.

"You good?" he asked her with an eyebrow raised. He subconsciously brushed away the overgrown bangs of his styled mullet.

Who was this guy again? (Y/N) glanced down at his tag to check.

Yujoon Lee.

"Just absolutely fantastic." She swore she didn't mean to let the sarcasm drip from her voice, but it just escaped by itself.

"Wow, okay Ms. Moody. I was just asking."

"I just—" she glanced up at the clock and sighed. "I remembered I have something to do."

Right. There was no way she was admitting she wants to see her mom because it's been waaaay too long. Sure, she's been away from home a few times before, but that was a voluntary choice!

This situation here, however, definitely wasn't.

"You know," she grumbled. "You should maybe get a trim sometime."

The guy froze in the middle of swiping away his hair again. "...Uh, sure?"

"Don't act like it's weird."