Beautiful, Dirty, Rich (Monsta X Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty Eight: Enlightenment

"Haven't you... noticed something different about your life?" Wonho asked mysteriously, pacing around me as I stood, frozen, "Your life seemed like a fairytale before, didn't it? But now it's a nightmare. You had a handsome, rich boyfriend. Everything was perfect. The only problem was that you had to keep your love a secret. Now your love life is out in the open, and it's just getting messier and messier," I scoffed, tried to disagree, but he continued, "I didn't do much. So you can't blame all of your problems on me. I simply shed light on the dark side of your life."

"Like, before I ever pulled any strings, you thought your relationship was infallible, right?" Wonho chuckled, "I'm sure you thought Shownu infallible. Now look at him. Take power away from a confident man, and he crumbles."

"He hasn't crumbed!" I argued, anger flaring up in me. Wonho was talking all this shit about Shownu, but he wasn't even half the man Shownu is. 

"On the inside, he has," Wonho explained, pounding a hand on his chest, "Shownu hides it well, but he doesn't know how to handle being second to someone. Second to me, of all people. Someone who hasn't put effort into anything since fifth grade."

"So now you know Shownu isn't perfect. All I did next was introduce a little... temptation," Wonho continued, "You've never doubted your relationship until Harin showed up, have you?"

I glared at Wonho, who waited for me to respond. Though, deep down, I knew he was right. I just couldn't admit it. I didn't want to give Wonho that power.

"So I convinced a top model to leave Paris and join Shinwa Academy. Harin, a goddess among the average woman," Wonho chuckled, "She makes you doubt everything about yourself, doesn't she?"

I was tired of Wonho's villainous speech, wanting nothing more than for him to just shut up, "Why are you doing this, Wonho?"

I wanted to turn and leave. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of listening to his bullshit. Though, I knew I'd be hopelessly lost since I had no idea where we were. And for some reason, my feet felt like they were glued to the ground.

"Because I want you to realize," Wonho stepped closer to me, his cologne filling my nose. I clenched my fist at my side, trying to hold back my anger, "that your life isn't perfect."

"You think I don't know that?" I yelled, clenching my jaw as I glared ahead at this handsome douchebag. 

Wonho was taken aback, pausing. His expression was unreadable.

"What isn't wrong with me?" I muttered bitterly, "I'm not that smart or good at sports. My family is poor, and I'll never be able to change that. I'm not pretty or tall either. I'm insanely jealous. There is no amazing future ahead of me. And I'm beyond pissed that you're making me think all of this right now!"

Wonho opened his mouth to speak, but I was tired of his vapid exposition.

"But you're no better than me," I growled, poking my finger into his hard chest, "You mess with people for fun, probably because you've never felt any genuine happiness in your life. It must be so boring being born into unimaginable wealth. I might be 'poor.' But at least I know what hard work is."

Wonho sneered at me, "You think I don't know struggle?"

I folded my arms over my chest, shaking me head, "No, I don't. And the end of a hard day, you get to go cry in your matte black Ferrari."

"You're right, I have everything I could ever imagine," Wonho shrugged, "Monetarily."

"But money isn't everything," I replied, "Soon enough, you'll be miserably... if you aren't already miserable now."