Chapter Fourteen

Gigi

Taeyoon took a deep breath. Probably to choose his words properly. After 30 seconds, he still hadn't started.

"Speak." I ordered.

He stared at me. " . . .Um, okay then."

I frowned and crossed my arms. I shouldn't have. He looked even more nervous now.

I sighed. "How about I ask you, then? Would that be easier?"

Taeyoon nodded slowly. "Maybe."

"Okay, so let me just straight out say it: Where have you been?" I asked in a slightly angry tone.

Taeyoon gulped. "Uh. . .Uh..."

I continued to stare at him.

"Um . . . uh. . ."

I glared. "Were you cheating on me?! With another girl?"

Taeyoon stepped back in shock. "What?! ANI!!! NO!!"

I sighed. "Then where were you, Taeyoon? Tell me."

He gulped. "Um . . . at work."

"Huh?"

He looked away, playing with his hair. "Well, I got this job. . . and well. . ." He looked back at me. "I really missed you, I really did. I wanted to talk to you. But this job has strict rules. I can't use my cell during work hours. If I even take it out, it'll be taken away. That's why I couldn't reply to your calls, or your texts."

I tried to think around his answer. "What about after work?"

"My friends told me that it isn't polite to call back late at night. I wanted to, though."

"Your friends work with you?" I asked.

He nodded. "Uh. . .ye."

"So. . . the reason why you couldn't contact me was because of work?"

He nodded. "Mianhe."

"You've been working? Where?" I asked.

" . . .Uh. . ." he didn't say anything at first. "The. . .the workshop near my friend's