Lookism[Fan-made]

15:White Tiger Job Center (III)

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Yuujin stood, breath steady but shallow.

He lowered his weight, squatted slightly — shoulders relaxed, knees bent.

Defensive stance.

Tom Lee tilted his head, amused, like a lion eyeing a cub with fangs.

Then—

FWISH—

Tom Lee vanished from his spot.

BAM!

A devastating right fist flew straight at Yuujin's face.

Yuujin blocked it, forearms crossed — but the force sent him skidding toward the wall.

His feet dragged across the floor with a screech, his back nearly brushing concrete.

Yuujin exhaled sharply.

Eyes locked back onto Tom, just in time—

FWISH—

BAM!

Another step-in punch. This time, Yuujin dodged, weaving sideways just as the blow struck the wall behind him.

CRACK—!!

Cement shattered.

Dust exploded in the air.

The entire wall caved inward from the force.

Yuujin had the perfect chance to counter —

But he didn't.

Instead, he slipped behind Tom. Silent. Clean.

Tom instinctively spun, expecting a sneak strike—

But Yuujin was already gone.

Standing a few feet away.

Expression unreadable. Hands still raised.

Tom blinked.

"...You're making distance?"

A flicker of insult crossed his face.

He rushed forward, low and brutal, cutting the gap again.

Yuujin responded immediately — stance tight.

Tom unleashed a storm of punches.

BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM—!

Each one faster than the last.

Yuujin blocked.

Forearms, shoulders, palms — redirecting every blow, his body becoming a shield.

The sound of fists slamming into flesh and bone echoed across the concrete room.

Manager Kim blinked as the shockwaves shook the light fixtures.

Then—

Tom brought his knee up—aimed for Yuujin's gut.

Yuujin moved to block with his elbow—

MISS.

KHAK!

The knee dug in deep.

Yuujin grunted — his body flung backward, sliding on the floor.

Blood splattered from his mouth as he coughed, one knee hitting the floor.

Tom Lee stood, exhaling lightly.

He looked down at Yuujin, a bit confused.

"...Why aren't you attacking?"

Yuujin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

He looked up slowly.

Face still cold.

Eyes still burning.

And he asked—

"Why should I?"

Silence.

Tom Lee blinked.

Manager Kim raised his head, startled.

Tom let out a dry scoff. "You're one of those pacifist boys, huh?"

He laughed. Loudly.

Yuujin stood.

He stared at Tom. His voice dropped low — cold and sharp.

"Why would you beat someone for no reason?"

The laughter stopped.

Tom's smile faded.

Yuujin pointed at him.

"Is it okay to beat someone… just because you can? Does that make you strong? Or just a coward hiding behind power?"

Tom narrowed his eyes.

Manager Kim's jaw clenched.

Yuujin continued, unwavering.

"If someone attacks me, I block. If I don't understand the fight — if it brings me no purpose, no truth — then I do nothing."

His voice hardened, every word fueled by a storm of memory.

"That's my principle. That's what I learned in the last six years."

He wasn't just standing.

He was carrying something.

Tom stood still, eyes studying the boy.

Then—

"...You're annoying," he muttered, scratching his head like a frustrated teacher listening to a stubborn student.

"Alright. You want a reason?"

Tom raised his arm.

Muscles tensed.

A storm beneath his skin.

"Defeat me…" he said, stepping forward, "…and you would pass with flying colors."

FWUMP.

Yuujin's foot shifted.

His body realigned.

His breath deepened.

He took a—

Muay Thai stance.

Hands up.

Chin down.

Elbows tight.

No hesitation.

Tom Lee's face broke into a grin.

He began to roll his shoulders — his body expanding, veins dancing across muscle like lightning.

This was it.

Manager Kim looked at the time.

It was 4:45 PM.

He sighed while looking at the watch.

"This might take a while."

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