Beautiful, Dirty, Rich (Monsta X Fanfiction)

Chapter Forty Three: Nemesis

"Wait, so you want to go to the engagement party... but you weren't invited?" Minhyuk asked during the drive home, "What the hell are you saying?"

"It's complicated," I sighed, "But Hyungwon gave me his invitation."

"Oh so he's a messy bitch too, like me. But... why do you want to go?" Minhyuk pressed, brow quirked, "I mean, it's going to be very awkward for you. If someone notices you're there... they might kick you out or worse." 

"I know, it's risky. But I have to do this. It might be my only chance to talk to Shownu one last time," I muttered, staring down into my lap, "He pretty much told me to fuck off back there. And I want to make him talk to me," I balled my hand into a fist to release some of my anger, "So, at the end of the day, no matter what the consequences might be, I'm going." My voice sounded stronger now, with more resolve. Even though I didn't feel so strong on the inside, it made me feel better to put up a front and act tough.

"Wow, you sound like a badass, (thanks to me of course)," Minhyuk smirked, "But I feel like you're going to be blacklisted, with posters and everything... You're going to need a disguise."

"Whatever it takes," I muttered, "I just need to be there."

Minhyuk turned his gave away from the road and over at me, "So we're crashing a party?"

I nodded, "Yep, we're going to ruin that party... And we're going to be fashionably late while doing it."

Minhyuk and I sat in my room, plotting our plan for the engagement party. It was being held this weekend, which only gave us a few days. 

Lowkey, I was angry that the information about this party escaped me for so long... Shownu and I were together for so long, I deserved to know about this. I suppose I owe Hyungwon a "thank you" gift for this.

"So... I'm think you'll need a wig," MInhyuk pondered, looking at me intently. He sipped the tea I made for us, a disgusted expression coming over his place, "this tastes cheap."

"Well, it is cheap," I muttered, shrugging, "We're broke since my parents blew all of our money on gambling and jewelry." 

"Tragic," Minhyuk frowned, setting down the cup of tea, "But, we have bigger issues at hand. Let's talk color scheme. The dress code is red and black."

"Dress code?" I asked, brow raised. How typical of a wealthy party like this to have an arbitrary dress code, "Maybe we should break it?"

"No, we don't want to get kicked out..." Minhyuk muttered, "So we'll follow the dress code, and we'll be the best dressed."

"Sounds like a plan," I replied, a smirk on my face.

How wonderful would it be if I outshone Harin at her own engagement party? It would be the exact type of revenge she deserved. She took away the love of my life, and I would take away the biggest moment of her life. After all, it would only be fair. And it would put a chip in that superficial exterior of hers. 

"I know just the gown," Minhyuk exclaimed, scrolling through his phone, "You'll wear Dior, and I'm going to wear Louis Vuitton." 

"Okay," I nodded, "When can you have everything ready by?"

"Tomorrow," Minhyuk chuckled, "I also have to get into contact with my wig specialist. I'll have to pick the right wig for you face. But what color?"