Hold Me Tight (Completed) ✔️

Chapter 31

Taehyung's pov

I was still standing on the balcony holding onto the rails staring at the starry night. I could not help myself but think back about how supressed my life was back with my family.

Tears were flowing and I didn't try to stop it either. I have been bottling it inside for a long time now. If I don't let it out know it is just going to hurt me more.

"Hey, what are doing here?" A soft voice called out to me.

I turned around to see Eliza standing over there hugging the cardigan close to her body, while carrying a blanket along with her.

I quickly wiped out my tears but it was already late, I knew she saw me crying.

"Hey." I smugly replied.

"What happened? Are you okay?"

"Not really." I admitted.

"If you want to talk to someone, I'm free." She suggested with a small smile.

"It's nothing really." I did not want to burden her with my messed up family.

"It's okay, if you don't want to. No pressure." She did not press further to get it out of me. And I was glad that she was understanding.

"So how about we play something and get you back to smiling?" She cheerfully asked. And I could not say no to that.

"Sure. What do we play?" I asked before sitting on the wooden bench on the balcony. The air was getting colder, making me regret not taking a jacket along with me.

"Mobile games." She said as she fished out a mobile from her pocket. "Here take this." She handed over me the blanket she was carrying.

"No, you keep it." I declined.

"I am wearing a cardigan, it is you who is in a t-shirt." She pressed the blanket onto my chest, forcing me to take it.

I wrapped it around me and then took out my phone.

We thought of playing Among Us first. I became the host and invited her in. We both sat in silence as we waited for other people to join.

"Got7." My eyes lit up seeing the name.

"Huh?" Looking at her, I realised she was confused.

"It is a Korean group. Their songs are awesome." I informed her. I forgot the fact that she was not Korean and does not know much about it.

"I will listen to their songs for sure." She told as the game began.

"You were the fricking imposter. I was sitting just two inches beside you, we could have formed an alliance."

"Sorry bud, maybe next time." I chuckled hearing her frustrated sigh.

"Next up is fruit ninja. Imma beat your ass there." She hyped up as I just sat there enjoying her enthusiasm.

"Let's see." I challenged her.

"Haa I told you." I should not have provoked her. She was really competitive and won all the five rounds.

I checked the time and it was already 2 a.m. I didn't realise time passed by this quick. I really enjoyed the time with her and it also somehow made me feel like I could trust her.

"It is really late, we should go to bed." She spoke as she checked the time. "Come on now, you don't want any dark circles, do you? Not that it could affect you anyways." She chuckled and suddenly went silent, when she realised what she said. She just indirectly called me handsome. Cute, I thought to myself.

Before she could escape from the situation and go inside, I stopped her.

"It was my dad." I didn't look at her, my back was facing her, as I stared at the dark sky.

"Huh?" She stopped in her track and frowned not catching what I meant.

"Earlier, my dad called me. I was sad because of that." I felt her coming closer and she stood by my side. Her hands held tightly onto the rails as her eyes stared at me, telling me she is listening.

"Well they are very strict, my parents, especially my dad. He controls every single part of my life. I never got the chance to explore the world by myself. He made me feel like my decisions doesn't matter. He made everything about him." I looked at her and she nodded for me to go on.

"I love to write and compose. I wanted to pursue my career in music. But he was against it. And my mom didn't support me either. Only my brothers stood by my side. But that was not enough. There life was not much different either."

"They also lived his dreams." She completed.

"Yes. But they were in a way interested in what my dad chose for them. But for me the path was totally different from what I wanted to follow. He even burned my years of hard work just to compel me to do what he wants me to do. I know it is complicated for you to understand."

"No, I understand." She mumbled, I would not have heard her if it wasn't for the complete silence. I looked at her hoping she would continue.

"I can relate to what you just said. My life is not much different from yours. My dad is just like yours. He left us to choose our own careers but everything else is upto him. If my father was here I would not even be here talking to you. He would have already locked me up in a room, for talking to a boy this late at night." She chuckled, but I knew there was pain behind those laughs.

I was hoping she would open up more. I know I have met her today only. But I already feel like I should know more about her. It is crazy, I know. But I could not help it.

"Enough about my sad story. Let us hit the bed. Goodnight." With that she quickly left the balcony, leaving me alone.

I know there was more to her story. But she might not be comfortable enough to talk about it. I didn't want to pressure her either. My mind is telling she will tell me when she is ready.

I went back to my room and collapsed on my bed. As I snuggled onto the blanket, I could not stop thinking about her. How she managed to pull me off my sadness within minutes. How she cheered me up with such ease, and ,made me feel comfortable that I felt like I knew her for years when it has been only about twenty four hours. I felt too light and free as I drifted off to sleep that night.