Chances

Chapter 22: No Control

WARNING: This chapter contains sexual scenes. If you are uncomfortable or do not wish to read such content, please go to the next chapter. Thank you and enjoy!

Dahee's P.O.V.

After hanging up on my father, the adrenaline in me kicked in, typing  out my resignation letter as fast I could and sent it to the HR department without even checking for spelling or grammar errors. I contacted my landlord and asked to terminate the contract for my upper east side Manhattan apartment, there was no point in keeping it, I wasn't going to return there.

I received a call from the hotel I was booked, where my father currently was, the receptionist informing me that my luggage had been sent to the lobby and asked me what I wanted to do about it and had asked them to deliver it here. Shorty after, I was frantically pacing around the room, minutes after cutting all my credit cards in half. I pulled at my hair. Is this what going insane feels like.

For what felt like forever, I felt my eyes stinging in agony, no tears left to shed. God, I'm pathetic. I should've just begged for his forgiveness, I should've kneeled before him and pledged my loyalty to him, shedding my own blood if I had to. This was a mistake, I have to get out of here.

Just as I was about to reach for the door, Taehyung came in with what looked like hot tea in his hand. He was shocked to see me standing so close to the door his own eyes widening before giving me a small smile. I felt my only lips, shaking, trying to reassure him that I did not look crazy as I looked like.

I wrapped my hands around the mug, him not easily letting go of it in case I was too weak and dropped it, before leading me to the bed where he sat me down, encouraged to drink the tea, and went to get a hairbrush for my untamed hair. He brushed through it, sitting behind me on the bed, being careful when he came across a knot. When he was finished, I set the empty cup on the side table and faced him, this time being able to give a genuine smile of appreciation.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked.

"There's not much to say really, my father disowned me after last night, I threw a tantrum and basically threw out my old life, and now I'm regretting every bit of what I'd done." I stared into space, shaking my head and fidgeted with my hands, picking at the skin near my nails wanting to feel something else other than utter lose.

"Yah look at me," He took my face in his hands, tucking my hair behind my ears as he looked at me sternly "You shouldn't regret what you did, this way you don't owe him anything and ou can begin again. Plus even I haven't met him, I hate your father." He added making me chuckle.

And then the chuckle became bitter "I'm nothing with out him, Tae. I'm worthless and I'm miserable, I'm incapable of anything, everything he said about me was true." I realized. Not a single bone in my body felt like I deserved anything more than the suffering I was dealing with. My incompetency led to this, I was never enough, my life never worth anything more than being a slave to my father.

Taehyung huffed and tsked, shaking my shoulders and mushing my face in between his hands, looking angrier and seriously said "You are a beautiful, wonderful, talented, endearing, smart, sexy, amazing woman. Don't you dare say that about yourself." He didn't let go, my eyes going back and forth between his, trying to see the lie, wanting to know that he had any reservations about what he said, finding none.

"You think I'm sexy?" It was the most shocking description he had said. I don't think I've been called sexy since, well since I was in college, the last time I was in a committed relationship and this question obviously caught him off guard too. Letting go of my face and gulping his saliva, he slowly nodded.