Beautiful, Dirty, Rich (Monsta X Fanfiction)

Chapter Ninety Four: Interview With a Very Rich Man

The worst experience ever is to be trapped in a hospital for weeks.

My time there was some of the most boring and torturous ever in my life. The clock seemed to move in slow motion, every minute dragged out in apathy.

So naturally, to kill some time, I was glued to the television. And not just because it was salacious and interesting (although it was). There was nothing else to entertain me, since my family and friends/lover were all busy.

Every station was focused on the stories regarding the ultra wealthy. Every outlet was obsessed with breaking updates first. (Even though there were rarely any updates.) Soon it turned to speculation, until eventually reports took the streets to ask for the opinion of the public.

"What do you think about the teenage pregnancy rumors?" The reporter asked a small family.

The mother was immediately disgusted, her perm ruffling in anger. With a fire, she replied, "It's a shame to get pregnant at that age! That girl is making her family look terrible. Of course she should have hidden it." He husband nodded in agreement at her side.

The scene cut to the next person, a young woman, who replied, "The fault is on society for shaming young women who get pregnant, then blaming them for hiding it."

The friend at her friend shrugged, adding, "Whatever the outcome, I'm just glad she didn't abort an innocent child."

The TV was blocked for a moment as a nurse came into the room. She was doing her regular check and cleaning of my injuries. It had been a few days, and scrapes and bruises were healing nicely. But the gashes that required stitches were still recovering. My broken bones were, unfortunately, taking their sweet time to heal.

To avoid the pain caused by disinfectants, I focused back on the TV. The reporter had moved on to a more vague question, "What do you think about the Sohn family rumors?"

A group of high schoolers were there to answer the question. "I always thought there was something wrong with the Sohns, they're just too perfect."

The shortest of the group shrugged. "It's kind of hard to feel bad for rich people."

The next person to answer was an elderly woman. She said, "I'm a face-reader. I could tell that the Sohn boy would suffer in his young adulthood. This doesn't shock me."

The reporter was intrigued by the alleged face-reader. He asked the woman a follow-up question, "What do you think his future holds?"

The woman didn't hesitate, replying, "He has a bout of bad luck ahead. But once he overcomes it, he will live a long and happy life."

Even if the psychic's words were bullshit, it still made me smile. 'At least he'll be happy.'

That's all I ever wanted for Shownu. He deserved the best in the world. After overcoming this hurdle, things were going to look up for him.

The smile faded from my face when a college student spoke. "All I know is that Mr. Sohn won't get more than a slap on the wrist for attempting to murder that girl. Mark my words."

The assertion made my heart drop to my stomach.

'A slap on the wrist...'

He was right. Mr. Sohn was extremely wealthy. He could buy his way out of jail. People like him rarely faced consequences for their actions.

Mr. Sohn could be back on the streets before I even knew it, ready to retaliate against me and my family...

'Don't think like that. You should just be happy you survived.'