Some stories start off like a fairytale.
Some start off mediocre.
Phoebe's started with tragedies.

A boy raised by wealth and power.
Became a man of danger. Death and destruction follow Taeyung’s every step.

People are fake.
But not her. 
Her fire, her spite, her beauty. It was a trap and he fell right in. 
Consmed by need.
He’d burn the world for her.
He’d tear down empires.
Rip through Earth.
He would have her or no one else would.

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When Kim Taeyung came back to the room, he had a wheelchair in tow “Let’s get you outta here, Yeobo.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you. You’re the reason I’m even in here.” I snapped at him.
“I know, and I’m truly sorry, and deeply regretful for it. Please, how about we talk about it over dinner?” He asked me.
“Not even in your dreams, asshole. You’re literally crazy. Thanks for paying the bill, you kinda owe it to me anyways, since it’s your fault.” I glared daggers at him.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I literally said no!” I shouted back at him.
But he just ignored me, “There’s a Bibimbap shop not far from here that has some amazing food. Killer Kimchi too.”
“I just said no, are you just not listening to me?”
“I’m listening just fine; I’m just ignoring what you’re asking.” He just shrugged me off and came over to the side of the bed, offering assistance.
I surprised myself and actually took it.
Despite my better judgement, I let this psycho help me into the wheelchair and lead me out.
Everyone stared as we walked by. I ducked my head low, trying to shield my face some. People were filming and snapping photos. Being around him was like being near a celebrity. 
I did my best to be invisible, but I guess in a city that thrives on appearances, being good looking makes you famous and desirable.
I don’t get it. The way you think and what you do with those thoughts should be what makes someone famous and desirable. Like Keanu Reeves. Everyone loves him and he’s just like, the most wholesome and humble person. Or Tanjiro from Demon Slayer.
But Kim Taeyung was arrogant, conceded, avoidant, and very, very, attractive.
What the fuck? I shake the thoughts out of my head..

I giggled "You're funny. Do you do standup? Or is this impromptu?"


The professor came in at that moment, "Settle down kids, we have math to learn and then forgot after your exam, so let's get to this so we can all go home."


The professor was laid back and honest about all of our reality, and I respected him not beating around the bush.


We all needed this class, most of us weren't here to study math.


I could feel the eyes burning against the back of my head. I could hear the mutterings of my classmates, no doubt gossiping about me.


When class was over, the posey of snobby women appeared before my seat, their animosity pouring off them.


Mean girls. Guess I should have worn pink, instead of green.


"I don't see what they're talking about, she's nowhere near level of our beauty queen." One of the girls scoffed.


Chapter 19 - Jokes