Bring it on
DestinedTaehyung's PoV
"Liz?!" I gasped as I opened the door slowly. She seemed like a mess, her hair falling all over her face, her lipstick stained around her lips, her black mascara spread all across her cheeks and eyelids as she squeezed them shut, barely managing to open them again to see me.
However, as soon as she got a glimpse of me, she throwed her thin frame on me. I caught her immediately to help her stand properly.
"Lizzz.." I called out, as I broke the hug to have a look at her state. She smiled crazily like a psycho and trust me for a brief moment; I was scared. She reeked of alcohol, so strongly that it made me want to puke.
"Oppa—" She laughed, wrapping her arms around my waist again.
"Liz, you're drunk?!" I asked as I held her face to make her look at me. She nodded slightly, before laughing once again.
"Why?" I asked in a low voice, bringing her chin up to face me.
"Why?! You're asking me that?" She started crying suddenly, her hands balled into fists, she started hitting on my chest lightly
"You're asking me why am I drunk when you're the reason." She cried.
"Liz—" I grabbed her wrist to stop her from hitting me as I continued, "You should not have drunken this much when you have low tolerance, look at you."
"I was hurt, it hurts so much oppa. You hurt me, I couldn't tolerate the pain so I had to get drunk to reduce my pain." She said in a low vice, sniffing in between.
"I-I am sorry." I apologized even though I believe I shouldn't be blamed for her state. I pretty much not ever hinted her that I am interested in her, in any way.
She looked at me, her eyes softened as they locked with mine. My heart swelled when I saw her in this breakdown state; as no matter how much I don't want to admit it, she's still someone I care about. She hugged me once again, this time, even tighter than before.
I tried to pull away many times but it just ended up her holding me even more tighter. I gave up on protesting and we stayed like that for atleast 10 minutes, that's when her arms loosen around me.
I break the hug instantly, glancing at her. She looked calm.
"Let me take you home, Liz. It's late." I said, cupping her face as I placed a kiss on her forhead.
"No— I don't want to." She whined. "I want to stay with oppa" I gasped.
"Liz, oppa will take you home, okay? Liz is a good girl, right?" She nodded "Oppa is too tired, let's go." I tried to convince her softly. She shook her head rapidly, teaaring up once again.
"I want to be closer to you." She said before burying her face aa into my chest. I gasp at her sudden action and held her shoulders to pull her away. I sighed loudly, too frustrated of the whole situation.
"Uncle and aunty must be worried about you, Liz." I said, shaking my head in disbelief.
"I don't care about anyone. I care only for you." She raises her voice in anger "B-But you just care about your girlfriend, don't you?"
I sighed, tucking the fallen hair on her face behind her ears, my thumbs caressing her cheeks lightly to calm her down.
You see, when someone is drunk and is venting out his/her anger on you, although it's much much more frustrating for you, you've to keep your calm. You have to think and act wisely, to control them from doing unacceptable things.
And that's exactly what I am doing.
"I care about you too, Liz. And you know that, very well." I say softly.
"But you treat her so much better." She whines.
"Because I love her." I reply.
"I love you too." She says softly, looking down.
"I know. And Oppa is very sorry for not being able to reciprocate the feeling." I say, gulping. She shakes her head as she looks me in the eye. Her eyelashes glistening due to tears.
"I won't forgive you." She says, holding her head, as she scrunches her nose in pain.
"What is happening, Liz?"
"I-I am feeling dizzy." She stutters, her hand falls on my chest as she leans her body onto mine for balance. "I feel like puking." She says in a low voice.
". Not here." I panicked. I carried her bridal style and ran as fast as I could while carrying her tightly, to the nearest washroom. I flung open the door harshly and placed her near the sink, right at the moment she puked. Thankfully my bathrobe was saved.
I slowly rubbed my hand onto her back, while holding her hair locks away from her face with other. We repeated this for 4 times after that. By the time, her stomach was empty she was so weak
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