Beautiful, Dirty, Rich (Monsta X Fanfiction)

Chapter Seventy One: Hyacinthus

Recently found out that Minhyuk is a Scorpio. What a king.

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That night, Wonho and I slept in different rooms.

I mean, we might as well make use of the four bedrooms that this royal suit had. But we weren't being practical. We needed space and time to think.

And think I did. Replaying over and over again in my head were those words:

"I love you."

To stop the racing of my heart, I redirected my attention:

Minhyuk.

The Atelier de Minhyuk had a fashion show, tomorrow.

And we needed to attend.

But how?

It's not like I know anyone involved in high fashion...

'Yes you do dumbass.'

I sat up suddenly, Hyungwon's pessimistic face coming to mind.

If anyone could get me into Minhyuk's fashion show, it was him.

I grabbed my phone, pulling up Hyungwon's contact. Without a second of hesitation, I rang him. The first time, the call went immediately to voicemail. I tried again and again until he finally picked up.

"What?" Hyungwon grumbled, voice deeper from fatigue.

My calling must have woken him up, but there was no time to apologize. "Hyungwon! Finally, you picked up," I sighed in relief.

"Yuri? How the hell did you get my phone number? Stop calling me."

"I need a favor."

He scoffed, "When don't you?"

"If you asked me for a favor, I would do it."

"Okay, then can you do me a favor and stop fucking call me," his voice raised in irritation.

"Please, it's important!"

"Get to the point before I hang up."

I mustered up the courage before saying, "I need you to get me into Minhyuk's fashion show."

There was a pause.

I could practically feel him flipping me off through the phone.

"I'll text you the contact number of the director of the runway show," Hyungwon said through gritted teeth, "Have your rich boyfriend call him and namedrop himself. I can't believe you're waking me up from my precious sleep. You don't need me for this."

"That'll work?"

"Of course it will work! Your boyfriend is fucking rich," he yelled before hanging up.

'Damn. That was rude as hell.'

Wonho and I both woke up early the next morning, around 8 a.m.. We existed in the same space, somewhat awkward aura surrounding our tired bodies. He turned on the tv, flipping through the channels, searching for something that we could understand.

I was curled up on the couch adjust to him, a cup of coffee clutched in my hands.

'We probably should talk about yesterday.'

I didn't want the rest of our vacation to be ruined because of that. Rather than avoid the topic, I decided it was best to rip off the bandaid and get it over with.

"Wonho," I said, uncertainty racking my voice. I was worried about hurting him further, "I'm sorry that... I couldn't say it back-"

"It's fine, I get it," he replied quickly, cutting me off, "Someone's got to say it first, right?" he  chuckled.