Beautiful, Dirty, Rich (Monsta X Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty One: Dear Diary

"So, Hyungwon just gave you a diary?" Minhyuk asked during the drive home.

"Yeah..." I muttered, staring at the small book in my hand, "I just don't think it would be right to read it."

"Right?!" Minhyuk asked incredulously, "After all of the times he's screwed you over, you're still worrying about what's "right?""

I shrugged.

I didn't need any bad karma coming my way. Life has already been terrible without it. 

"I don't know. If I were you, I'd photocopy that shit and post it all over school," Minhyuk huffed.

As much as it would make me happy to expose Wonho like he did to me, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Sure, I could pretend to be a bitch 24/7, but it was hard to be an actual bitch. I'm just a good-ish person by heart, certainly not a bitch. 

Plus, the thought of Wonho's dead mother's ghost looming over my shoulder made me afraid to do anything bad to him. I didn't want to be haunted for the rest of my life.

Minhyuk stopped in front of my house. I stepped out of the car tentatively, the book in my hand. He rolled down the car window and yelled after me, "I would read it if I were you! It might make you feel better. Then send me the highlights!"

I chuckled, shaking my head, before walking into my house. 

'I'm not going to read it,' I told myself, tossing my backpack and other belongings onto my bed before heading into the kitchen. 

I prepared myself a post-school snack and tea. After relaxing for a while, and watching Youtube, I was going to do my homework. It was becoming harder and harder to focus on my school work with all the drama going on. The little breaks from life helped be focus better on my homework.

As I poured the hot water into my porcelain cup of choice, I started to wonder...

'What tea would I find in that diary?'

I shook away the thought quickly.

'No, no! It's not right to read someone's personal stuff!'

I snatched the tea and snacks, and carried them into my room. Some of the hot water splashing onto my hands as I walked hurriedly. 

"What should I watch?" I muttered, scrolling through the videos on YouTube. 

Makeup videos? Murder mystery videos?

'I guess I could just... read the diary... only a little' I thought, peeking over my shoulder, 'No,' I shook me head, 'that wouldn't be right.'

I finally decided on watching a makeup video. My skills were subpar, and I needed to improve so girls at school wouldn't have a reason to bully me more. I wasn't going to give them any topic to pick on me about, outside of the whole Shownu situation. 

Eventually, I felt my attention waning. Sure, I could really benefit from learning how to properly apply setting powder. But I couldn't force myself to watch.

I glanced over my shoulder at the small book that sat on my bed. It was tiny, but still took up a huge portion of my mind.

Somehow, I felt a menacing presence in my room. Was it my conscious telling me to stop being such a nosy bitch? Or was it Wonho's mom, standing in the corner of my room, glaring at me disapprovingly? 

But that feeling didn't hold me back, curiosity got the better of me. And I opened the small journal tentatively.

'Just a little.' I thought.