𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ~ ＯＮ ＨＯＬＤ~

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As I stood there facing him sheepishly, my heart racing with regret, I managed to mumble out my apology.

"I...Taehyung...I'm sorry..." His stern expression softened slightly at my words, but his tone remained firm as he responded.

"Of course you're sorry. You're late, and if you haven't figured it out, I like people who are punctual. And in this country it's rude to call your boss by his first name." He said, his voice carrying a tinge of disappointment mixed with authority.

I could sense his disapproval as he took deliberate steps closer to where I stood, his hands casually tucked inside his pants pockets, exuding a commanding aura that made me feel even smaller.

Feeling a surge of guilt and determination to do better, I quickly assured him, "I'll be careful next time, sir." I couldn't help but wonder if my past tardiness was the reason behind his sudden change in demeanor. Was I the cause of this shift in our dynamic?

In a gesture that dismissed me for the moment, he motioned towards my office. "You can go to your office, I'll call you when I need you." He instructed calmly, his gaze now focused on the laptop screen before him, engrossed in whatever was displayed there. As I turned to leave, the weight of his words lingered in the air, reminding me of the importance of timeliness and respect in our professional relationship.

"Taehyung, I...I'm sorry" I barely whispered, my voice heavy with the weight of unspoken words that lingered between us. As I met his intense gaze, I could feel the echoes of our shared past haunting the present moment. The room seemed to shrink, suffocating me with memories of what once was and what could have been.

His words cut through the silence, each syllable laced with a mix of longing and accusation. "You are not sorry..." Taehyung's tone wavered between anger and hurt, his eyes searching mine for a trace of the connection we once shared. The pain of our unresolved past hung heavy in the air, a palpable reminder of the love we had lost.

I felt the weight of his words like a physical blow, each syllable a dagger to my already fragmented heart. The mention of Korea and London acted as geographical markers for the rift that had torn us apart. I tried to speak, to explain, but the words caught in my throat, choked by the raw emotions that threatened to spill over.

His accusation stung, the realization of missed opportunities and shattered promises hitting me like a wave. The tears that fell from my eyes were not just tears of sorrow but also of regret, of a love that had slipped through my fingers like sand. Taehyung's presence felt like a silent reproach, a reminder of the choices we had made and the consequences we now faced.

"Taehyung, I...I don't know what to say or do..." My voice trailed off, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the charged air between us. That moment, etched in my memory, when the opportunity slipped away like sand through clenched fists. The words I had rehearsed over and over in my mind, words of love and longing, never had the chance to bloom on my lips.