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Chapter 27 -Just say it

Maya's POV

It's Friday evening, the second day since Taehyung left.

I didn't think staying away from him for a few days would affect me much. In fact, I saw it as a chance to clear my thoughts. But what surprises me the most is how much I miss him already, just two days in. His absence feels like a void that I can't seem to fill, and it's making me question my ability to cope with these emotions.

My original goal in coming here was simple: finalize my divorce and move on, viewing this city as a temporary refuge between my past and future. I had a clear plan, wrap up the loose ends of my old life and then find a new path forward.

But lately, it feels like my motives are shifting. Now it's not just about getting the divorce; it's about figuring out what's my future with Taehyung. This wasn't a part of the plan. My feelings for him have grown deeper than I expected, making everything more complicated.

It's all so unexpected, and time is running out. My departure is looming, and the thought of leaving Taehyung behind is becoming increasingly unbearable. If I can't handle his absence now, how will I manage when I have to leave this place? How will I handle his absence for the rest of my life?

His dark brown, almost black eyes, always intense and yet tender when he looked at me, his smile that effortlessly melted away any worries, his lips that spoke volumes in a single kiss, his scent-a comforting mix of musk and something uniquely him, his hair-always perfectly tousled, sexy in every hairstyle, his warmth that enveloped me... I already ache for all of it.

Glancing over at their table, everyone else seemed to be immersed in their conversations and laughter, enjoying the evening. But Taehyung's empty chair stood out like a void, a stark reminder of his absence that weighed heavily on my mind.

My thoughts, consumed by memories of him, were abruptly interrupted when my manager, with an air of impatience, approached me. Without a word, he thrust a tray loaded with glasses into my hands, the clinking sound breaking the momentary silence.

"Table number 2, now" he barked, his tone leaving no room for argument, and I frowned in frustration.

I disliked being commanded like this. Who did he think he was, dictating my every move?

If only I had a clearer sense of how long I would be staying in this city, I might not have taken on these part-time jobs. But uncertainty about my future plans kept me from committing to a full-time position.

Part-time work had seemed like the perfect solution at first — less stress, easier to find, and enough income to sustain myself without overwhelming responsibilities. Money wasn't my primary concern; I simply needed enough to get by. Yet, I hadn't anticipated the managerial style here to be so abrasive and dismissive.

As I glanced at my manager, I couldn't help but compare him to my previous role as a team leader. Back then, I never relished giving orders; I preferred guiding and supporting my team rather than commanding them. The contrast between my past leadership style and my current subordinate role added to my discomfort.

With a deep breath and a fucked up mood, I walked towards the table I was asked to serve. A few steps in, I felt a lingering presence behind me, but I didn't pay much attention to it.

As I continued walking, the sensation of someone trailing me seemed to draw nearer. Slowing my steps, I suddenly felt a hand on my waist from behind, causing my eyes to widen in surprise. I turned around abruptly, only to find myself face to face with Taehyung.

"Taehyung," I whispered, almost in disbelief. He smiled at me warmly, and I took a moment to reassure myself that this wasn't a figment of my imagination. His hair was slightly damp, probably from a recent shower, his shirt neatly pressed and wrinkle-free as always, in a dark blue color that complemented him perfectly. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he grinned at me.