Beautiful, Dirty, Rich (Monsta X Fanfiction)

Chapter Fifty One: Back to Reality?

It felt like a fantasy to wake up in the largest bedroom I had ever seen. It felt even more unbelievable to walk into the biggest closet I could never imagine having. My rows and rows of clothes were held up by hangers that all had matching colors.  

But, I wasn't getting ready for anything grand. To the contrary, I was just going to school. I got dressed in my usual uniform, following the uniform protocol to the 'T.' I patted on a cushion foundation and highlight. Then I put on some mascara and a nude gloss.

As I sat at my vanity, applying my makeup and perfecting my hair, my mind wandered back to last night. 

'Wait... Didn't I fall asleep on the couch?' I thought, quirking a brow.

Maybe I just imagined it. 

But I was certain I fell asleep while we were watching the drama. The couch was ridiculously comfortable. Perhaps I was wrong.

After I was presentable enough to leave the house, I got up and walked out of the closet. My Louis Vuitton book bag was clutched in my hand, the same one I'm now remember that Shownu purchased me.

'Maybe I need to get rid of this?'

It was never acceptable to throw out a good Louis Vuitton bag. So I'd keep it for now.

I stepped out of my bedroom, once again shocked by the sheer size and beauty of the penthouse. I didn't usually eat breakfast, but I found Wonho was sitting down at the dinner table, downing a protein shake like it was the only thing he would eat all day.

I blushed madly the instant I saw him, the kiss from last night replaying over and over again in my mind. I wasn't sure how to act around him.

Should I say good morning? Should I pretend he doesn't exist? 

Well, I didn't have to make up my mind about that. Wonho looked over at me once the glass was empty. 

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," I squeaked.

I averted my attention, so I could avoid speaking to him. There was an espresso machine in the kitchen that I decided to put to use. I went about my usual routine, grinding the espresso before putting the shot basket with the little grounds. 

The machine roared to life as it made a double shot.

I preferred iced americanos, so I poured the espresso over a glass of ice and was done.

"Can you make me one?"

I jumped when I heard Wonho's voice right behind me, nearly knocking over the coffee I just made. The more time I spent with him, the more I realized he moved like a ghost. Almost soundlessly. 

"Woah," He said, putting a hand on the cup so he could catch it before it fell. I felt his muscular torso pressing against my back, "Careful." 

I was kind of frozen is place before I stepped away, "I... Um..."

Wonho watched me confusedly before changing the subject. He got up on the counter, sitting down while he watched me make another espresso.

I was grateful that he did, itching to leave this uncomfortable moment. 

"You're very light, by the way," Wonho said.

"What?" I asked, taken aback.

It was such a random assertion.

"It's just," Wonho laughed before continuing,  "I carried you to your room last night. It was easy."

"Oh...." I muttered, blushing a deep red again.