Beautiful, Dirty, Rich (Monsta X Fanfiction)

Chapter Seventy Five: Double Agent

When I returned to the building with my coffee, the meeting was already over. Handshakes and goodbyes were underway. 

"Welcome officially to the team," Wonho beamed, "Are you ready to lead the next generation of idols?"

"We're totally ready," Jooheon added, pulling Wonho into a hug.

"I can't imagine starting this endeavor with anyone else," Shownu added. "Once the building is finished, we can really begin. Next week we can start auditioning trainees."

"Perfect," Kihyun smiled. He noticed me as I walked into the room, "Will we be seeing more of you too, Yuri?"

I thought for a moment, "Yeah." 

Though I might have my hands full with my next endeavor. Hopefully I'd be busy networking.

I glanced at Shownu, who was busy staring at his loafers. Neither Shownu's parents nor Harin were here, but I could still see their chains were holding him down. His prison was more of a mental one than a physical one, and I knew it would be difficult to break away.

'I can set him free.'

If my plan prevails, no one in Korea would have to fear the Sohn Family ever again. All I needed was life-shattering blackmail.

Until then, I had to act indifferent. I'd pretend that I wasn't invested in the Sohn Family, and that I didn't care about Shownu's happiness, or anyone else's but my own.

"Are we going to see more of Harin too? I haven't seen her since we were kids."

Shownu looked up from his shoes, hesitating, before replying, "Yeah, of course. She's my wife."

Later that night, Wonho and I stood in the kitchen, making ramen. Since I wanted to get more invested in cooking, I might as well learn from Gordon Ramsey Jr. himself.

I held the famous red Shin Ramyun package in my hand, reading the nutrition label.

"This is... very unhealthy, is it?" I asked, my brow raising at the high sodium.

"Yep," Wonho replied, taking the package from my hand, "But it's delicious!"

Wonho fumbled with the packet, looking for the best way to open it. He underestimated his strength, as the package exploding in his grip. The dried noddles flew in one direction, the seasoning went off in another.

I chuckled, picking up Wonho's mess, "Woah there, you're excited."

"Well, I do love ramen," he chuckled, "And I'm very good at making it."

"You're pretty good at cooking everything."

While I swept up the last bits of noddles, I could hear my phone ringing. I wasn't too concerned about it, because no one had a reason to call me. I took the remains of the Shin Ramyun to the trash, sad that they were going to waste. 

Wonho glanced over at my phone, quirking an eyebrow, "Whose calling you?"

"Beats me," I muttered. 

The phone number wasn't one I recognized, so I declined the call.

I picked up another bag of ramen, opening it carefully, "See? That's how it's done."

Wonho tossed the block of ramen into the boiling pot of water. My phone beeped again, as a text came through.

"Someone really wants to talk to you," Wonho sounded suspicious, grabbing my phone. He read the text message, scoffing, "Rose has your phone number?"