The Regret:The Sequel: Lies, Lust and Betrayal

~Chapter Twenty Eight~

"Y-your name is Jisu?" I stuttered. It was obvious that I was shocked to meet the woman who broke Taehyung's heart and left him for another man. It felt like a bolt of lightening had struct me. I didn't know whether to be mad, be professional about it or pretend that I just didn't hear her actual name. 

"Yeah" She sighs "You've probably heard about me. Heard a lot of nasty things about me to be more specific. How I thought his dreams were stupid and how I left him for another man..."

"Well...I've heard about you but..."

"I'm sorry for making this so awkward." She says pinching the bridge of her nose "I know you probably don't want to have anything to do with me. You probably think I'm such a bi-"

"No. I barely even know you. I can't really judge someone I've just met. I can't really judge someone based on their past mistakes either."

She sighs deeply palming her face, groaning with guilt and embarrassment "This was not how I wanted to start at all. I just wanted to start off right but I'm already messing things up. I gave up my short career as a doctor to be here. I went through fours years of medical school because of my strict parents but they didn't know I was secretly taking dance lessons. I quit being a doctor after six months. Attended every dance audition in all parts of Korea possible until I was accepted. I desperately wanted to be part of a big kpop company just so I can get back with Taehyung."

I felt sorry for her but still doesn't take away the awful knot that had formed in my stomach. What was I supposed to do? Tell her to quit and go try finding another company to work for? No, I'm not in charge of hiring or firing employees. Do I let my own personal feelings interfere with my job? That's a yes and no. Then again this is my first time meeting this woman. Hyungsik did say that people can change, so why not give her chance. But would I rather help get her back with Taehyung and risk seeing him get hurt again or go back to Big Hit to avoid being involved in this situation? Why must this happen all of a sudden?

She uncovers her face, revealing her swollen red and wet eyes "I realize that I loved him after all. I didn't mean to hurt him."

I felt so indecisive. It's possible that she may still love him. "Jisu...I don't mind talking about this...but since you're late we don't have time to discuss this. It's best that we discuss this maybe later on. Maybe once we get better acquainted."

She wiped her tears away with the back of her hands. I reach for a box of tissue and hand them to her. She takes out a couple, thanking me, before she wipes the remaining tears. "Thanks. I'm sorry for meeting like this."

"No. It's okay." Offering her a soft smile "Lets head to the dance room. Haejin is waiting for you anyways."

Once I found her name in the files I placed them on the desk just so I can be prepared and ready when I come back to work on it. I walk us out of the office and took her to the dance room. We had a couple of small talks here and there along the way. She asked me if Taehyung's personality is the same. Whether he had already started dating or not but I knew one thing, I couldn't tell her about the affair I had with him. Not even the engagement. Honestly I found it difficult talking to her about anything related to Teahyung.

We were at the floor of the dance room and loud music could be heard. I pointed her to the door down the hall.  She bows to me and thanks me before running towards the door and opening it. I sigh in relieve and head back to the office. I hope that working on her salary won't mess this day up or else I'll be coming home feeling like shit. I don't even know if I should tell Taehyung about her.

I walked into the office and got started on some other paper work that needed to be don't first. With a cup of water on the side and a piece of chocolate in my mouth I was typing away and organizing them on excel. After about two hours with a few small breaks in between, Hyungsik comes in with a hot cup of coffee in his hands and his jacket over his shoulder. He puts his things away and greets me before sitting down in his cubicle.