yu x reader ⋮ spy! au ⋮ wc: 2.9k ⋮ suspense/fluff/action?/thriller⋮ warnings: implied sexism, corruption, creepy men, mentions of killing, breaking and entering, fires/arson, sharp objects, language, fainting, blood, mentions of mafia, manipulation, betting, arrests
you cursed under your breath, regretting your choice of footwear. you also curse tomoya, your so called ‘informant’ who wrongfully convinced you to wear a disguise. if it wasn't for him, you would be comfortable in your sneakers instead of the heels of hell you were forced to wear.
luckily enough, one of your capturers seems to have fallen for your black dress and red lipstick. you've almost gotten him convinced that you're just a girl in the wrong place. the only thing holding you back is his companion, who's made it his goal to make things harder for you. he doesn't seem the least bit influenced by your get up and even though you've tried to blink up at him innocently and subtly compliment him, he just won't budge. you give up on him and turn to his partner.
“i swear i didn't know, officer. i was told that this is the place for a party. my friend yeji even sent me an invitation,” you say, tears filling your eyes. thank heavens that chan had made yeji and amaru work on your cover story, or else you would've been toast.
you can see the officer crumbling but then the other one has to go and open his mouth.
“let's run a background check once anyway,” he says, turning towards the computer. you don't like him, you decide.
you turn to the first officer again, “my mom will be so worried.” you blink away tears and that seems to do it.
his eyes soften, “let her go.”
“what?!” the other looks up from the computer.
"Yu, she's just a girl. she probably meant no harm. let her go,” he says.
"probably isn't good enough, though. do you know how much crimes girls are able to get away with because of sexism and pretty privilege?" his partner, Yu or whatever his name is, looks indignant. you secretly roll your eyes.
"that only counts for pretty girls though,” you interrupt, playing the insecure card. men like this always like someone who isn't sure of their power.
"that's exactly what i'm saying, so we should check her," he ignores you, turning to the older officer. you stare at him.
"what, you think i'm pretty?" you ask with a little snort.
"let's not act like you've never looked in a mirror before,” he answers without sparing you a glance.