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..

"Wow, how safe of you." I teased trying to be lighter, hoping to kill the awkward silence that followed his statement.


While also trying to ignore the tight squeeze, his hand was giving me.


He opened the door; his home was massive.


"Woah, so this is how the other half lives?" I blurted out.


His home was immaculate, clean, sleek, and modern. Everything matched perfectly. The living room was walled with windows, giving a landscape of the city as wallpaper.


"The other half?" They both looked at me and asked.


"Yeah, people with wealth, you know, the ones who don't live paycheck to paycheck. The other half." I acted a little prejudice with how I said it. But it's true. I grew up wearing rags and fighting for scraps until I got a job and started feeding myself and shopping for my own things. I had to keep it all hidden. Eat before I came home. I couldn't keep food in the fridge.


Chapter 22 - Wow