AMOUR TOXIC-KMG

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AMOUR TOXIC - KIM MINGYU 

Y/N's pov

August, Palermo, Italia,

People can't mind their own business. I learned it early in my life but it never fails to surprise me, even tho I was practically born to be shown.

I took another sip of the Dom Perignon the butler poured me minutes ago, taking my sweet time to appreciate every single aroma of that god's nectar. I love the way a good alcohol burns inside of my throat without getting me nauseous.

Each time I scroll on my phone, I'm amused to see another poor girl who while pu,tting a ton of cheap makeup on her face, is narrating what is happening in my love life. Funny isn't it? What is even more funny is the way she is wrong about every single thing she is saying, but she is still so confident while spouting nonsense to her lame 20k followers.

First of all, I was never engaged to my former boyfriend, god forbid! Yeah, I ended up trapped as his girlfriend during five -never-ending- months but Lucas was never that important in my life and most of all, he could never be husband material.

Lucas is my ex and it's a shame to have a mere pop singer getting that title. He was gaining popularity and fans of course but he cannot compete others. Or he couldn't. Because, despite what everybody is saying about the motives of our relationship, he was the one getting benefits out of it.

If he is a growing artist, I am Choi Y/N. Daughter of the Choi family the biggest chaebol family in South Korea. I am the sister of Choi Seungcheol. I am the one named "the nation's princess". I am the one who appears in every corner of South Korea. I am the one people are fighting to have on a talk show in America, a runway for the Paris fashion week or even a commercial in Singapore.

I am not only a worldwide famous nepo baby, I'm a worldwide famous model known for my beauty, but also because I'm good at everything I try to do. I'm intelligent and talented in every manner you can think of. I was famous even before he was born even tho he is three years older than me. I grew up with nothing but luxe and wealth while he once had to work to achieve his dream of being a singer. If I wanted to, I could surpass him in the music field in less time than he needs to lace his shoes.

He has half my follower amount on social media and somehow, for the plebs, I became the one who dated him in hopes to gain a bit of popularity. To be honest while dating him, I lose more than I gained. But since I'm a woman, everybody thinks I need the help of a man to achieve something, it doesn't matter that I already have everything within easy reach. It's unnerving but it's the world we live in.

I roll my eyes when the TikTok girl dare to say that I got cheated on by my ex and that it's the reason behind my absence within the "bling-bling" world. It's true that I only post on Instagram, I haven't attended any type of event for a long time but it's because I don't find any interest in going there anymore. Somehow I find it boring. The runways are not fun anymore, the parties are full of nouveau riche and I hate to see them behave as if they belong to that society with their cheap clothes. No you can't wear a full LV outfit with the brand's logo all over you, why are they losing all their fashion sense while gaining money?

A long sigh get out my mouth as I lock my phone, I knew that we should have announced our break up publicly, but Lucas insisted that he didn't wanted to share informations about his private life anymore, as if it was possible to hide from journalists, what a beginner. But since he begged me I agreed. Little did I knew that sir "my hormones are on fire" would go to every fancy party in America to dip his biscuit anywhere into anyone without being careful of any camera around him.