The Idol's Deadly Obsession [On Hold] | kth √

38. Only You Matter

It's been hours since your father took you away from Daegu. Your eyes have formed dark circles, your cheeks and nose red, because all you've been doing is crying- even your father has been trying to comfort you but it's not happening.

All you want momentarily, is to go back in the arms of the man you love.

How you hate this world for being so cruel.

Thou you knew something like this would happen once, but now it has happened, you don't think you were mentally and physically prepared for all of this- for the whole separation, for the moment you will desperately need to hold Taehyung's hand firmly but it's slipping away.

The moment where Taehyung pleaded to your father, is still replaying, you saw him crying to your father telling him to stop but your father is acting too cold- you know he is doing it for your own good but what you want is him to understand that your happiness lies in being with Taehyung- no one else.

You only want to be with Taehyung.

You don't even know how you slept and how your father has called your name to wake up, you look at him with that gaze, but filled with hurt and pain.

Your father wipes your face, a small smile on his lips but his eyes can tell that he is hurt too, he is trying to be strong for you- he knows the dangers awaiting for you.

He don't want you to be involved in another scandal.

You already suffered in the past, he doesn't want it to happen again, his only wish is you staying happy in another country.

He sighs when he sees your face looking devastated, his heart breaks at the sight; he won't deny that he wants to make you happy by taking you back to Taehyung but he can't- he just can't.

You're his only daughter- he don't want you to lose your essence.

Your father sighs, wiping your face, looking so bad because of the whole night you've cried.

"It's your birthday, Dear. Cheer up." He says, lowly.

"I hate being born, Dad." You spat, not looking at him.

You quickly get up, walking fastly to the bathroom. Your father gives you calls but you reply neither of them, your mind is messy and devastated at the moment.

You can't seem to think correctly.

Getting inside the bathroom, you take a glance of your miserable look on the mirror. And same words starts screaming in your mind, it starts echoing like someone is saying those words to you.

'I'm ugly!'

What you are thinking is an ugly person doesn't get what they deserve, your life is messed up because you're ugly, the poor of being devastated with everything, the power of your mentality being pushed to its worse level.

Violently, you start washing your face, you don't want to look bad as you're looking at the moment, you're looking so miserable, your reflection on the mirror, reflecting how you're feeling inside- it's hard to explain how you exactly feeling.

Looking yourself at the mirror again, nothing changes, the face gets more redder, your eyes are red abd dark, the look is more worse than the one you had in the morning.

"Aaaah!" You scream louder, breaking the glass showing your reflection, a piece of glass scratches your cheek bit you care less, you start breaking things.

Venting out your miserably life at everything you are seeing, you toss up things, angry at everything, your mind crowded with nothing but hate, you hate everything, you even hate your own existence.