Dream (Taehyung FF) - ON HOLD

Chapter 18

          Taehyung and I arrived at his home.

I stayed in the car, unmoved.

I felt so unalive.

Along the journey to his home, the random thoughts hurt me so badly.

What had I been doing for the past 6 years? 

Was it just a waste?

I had sacrificed everything for one thing but still, I couldn't get it.

At this moment, I was nothing but a girl with a failed life.

Taehyung opened the door for me and got me distracted.

I lifted my head to look at him.

He held out his hand to me.

I was hesitant.

I kind of felt it was because of him that I couldn't get to debut.

But thinking again, he was the only one that kept staying with me at my lowest.

Not even my own family.

I took his hand and got out of his car.

Then, he got my luggage in the trunk and pulled them to the front door.

I followed him from his back.

He unlocked the door and entered, then he still waited for me at the door.

"Come in, babe," he said.

I entered and he closed the door for me.

"Come on, I take you to your room," he said and pulled my two luggages across the living room.

I followed him.

It was the room that he gave me whenever I came to have a date with him at his home.

He pulled the luggage into the room, then turned at me.

He still saw the sad expression on her face and felt so hurt and worried.

He came to me and gave me a warm hug, then he patted my back.

"I know how you feel. And I know it is hard. I know you feel like you're a failure. Not just to yourself, but to everyone. Especially to your family... But I want you to know that you're not that in my eyes. All I care is to see the smile on your face. I want you to live a good life and be happy. And I'll provide you too. Anything you want. If I can't, I'll do anything to provide you" he says and loosens the hug to look at me.

There was no reaction from me. My eyes were still dead.

He pecked my forehead and let go of the hug. "Take your time. Get a rest. I love you" he said and turned to leave.

At the door, he stopped as he had something to say.

"I'll get you dinner in your room later," he said and left.

As soon as he left, my body felt weak and as I collapsed, I sat on the floor.

Tears ran wild across my cheeks.

I couldn't accept that I had failed.

My dream was to be recognized by the world and be famous.

My dream was to have people's eyes on me wherever I go.

My dream was to have my name running in people's mouths.

My dream was to have the paparazzi follow me, to get the lights of the camera flash every millisecond.

My dream was for the people to dream to be me.

That was how crazy I wanted to be famous.

But at this moment, it was destroyed.