Beautiful, Dirty, Rich (Monsta X Fanfiction)

Chapter Sixty Three: All We Are

"Minhyuk? Listen, I know that you're confused. Because I'm really confused too. But we can't leave things like this."

Another pleading voicemail, "Please. Call me. I want to talk. We don't have to stop being friends now. I..."

My voice was cracking as another call was declined, "Minhyuk, I need you-" I wondered if my verbiage was too pushy. "You're my best friend. I..."

My hand fell to my side in defeat, the cellphone slipping and falling to the ground. I didn't worry about the screen shattering, hardly flinching. I was desperate to get my friend back. 

Then it hit me... I was losing another important person from my life. First Shownu, now Minhyuk? This had to be my fault, it had to be me. I felt stupid for not noticing his feelings. 

I thought girls and guys could be friends without one developing feelings for the other. Sadly, I was wrong.

I reached up and brushed my fingers against my lips, the moment he kissed me replaying in my head. It was so surreal.

He was so dainty most of the time. But when he was confessing to me, he was so masculine.

'I'm confused.'

I couldn't imagine facing my future problems without him by my side. Minhyuk was the only I comfortably relied on for emotional support. He was the person I had the most fun with. 

I would never have a friend like him again. He's the only best friend I ever had...

I burst into tears.





I don't know how long I sat in Minhyuk's chair, staring off into the distance. A chilling sadness gripped me to the core. My phone ringing was the only thing that snapped me out of it. I hurried to pick it up and answer.

"Hello?" I croaked.

"Yuri, where are you?"

I was disappointed that it wasn't Minhyuk calling me back. It was just Wonho.

"Are you crying?" He asked worriedly, "Listen. I didn't lie to you. It's not what you think."

It slipped my mind that I had a fight with Wonho. It seemed so trivial and unimportant now that I had lost my best friend.

"Minhyuk, he," I started to say, but decided to gloss over the kiss, "he's leaving."

"That's what you're worried about?" He asked, somewhat relieved, "My parents were asking about you, and I had to leave because you stormed out."

I rolled my eyes, "My best friend is moving to Paris because of me, and you're worried about me walking out on 'family night' with your not-dead mother?"

Wonho groaned, clearly annoyed.

"Where are you? I'll come pick you up so we can talk."

"Minhyuk's salon," I replied curtly before hanging up.

In the meantime, I walked around the empty salon. My own footsteps echoed back  into my lonely ears. I stopped in front of Minhyuk's station, seeing the stickers and decorations that exemplified him. Louis Vuitton, Off-White, and YSL stickers littered his mirror, along with headshots of models he styled. Minhyuk had a couple pictures of himself stuck to the mirror. Each of the pictures were taken after some drastic hair transformation, and he grew slightly older in every picture. He went from having black hair, to platinum blonde hair, to light brown hair. All of the looks were stunning on him. 

I started to wonder what Minhyuk was like as a child. I imagined he was very sassy and bougie. He was probably super kind to his parents and friends, but snippy to those who weren't close to him.