FORGET-ME-NOT | kth

Chapter 12- The Beach

Taehyung's POV

Sunday morning, I woke up feeling more energized than ever, despite the lack of sleep the previous night. My mind was too occupied with excitement to rest properly.

I jumped out of bed, eager to start the day, and headed straight to the shower. The invigorating aroma of eucalyptus and mint from my shower gel filled the bathroom, and soon the scent spread throughout my kitchen as I prepared breakfast.

After enjoying a simple breakfast of toasted bagels with cream cheese, savouring each bite by the window, and I returned to my bedroom.

I paused for a moment, catching my reflection in the mirror. My hair had grown much longer than I'd realized. I made a mental note to cut it the next day. My skin, on the other hand, looked radiant. The expensive skincare routine was finally paying off, and it was hard to contain my smile as I noticed the improvements.

Turning to my closet, I sighed, preparing to choose my outfit for the day. I wanted everything to be perfect.

Today, I was determined to be punctual, and it was only 8 in the morning. I had promised her to be at the lobby by 9 a.m. the other day, and this time, I was resolved not to be late. I looked forward to the moment of waiting for her, eager to enjoy every minute of anticipation.

I reached for my favourite white shirt, its crisp lines and soft fabric were always a comforting choice. Yet, as I slipped it on, something felt amiss. With a flick of frustration, I discarded the shirt onto the bed.

Next, my hand gravitated towards my second favourite—a serene blue shirt that usually exuded calmness. Today, however, even its soothing hue failed to align with the electric buzz coursing through my veins.

The clock ticked on, a reminder of my impending promise to be punctual. I tried a few more options from my wardrobe, each garment telling a different story of past moments and moods.

Finally, my gaze landed on a crisp, light grey shirt tucked away in the corner. It had been a while since I wore it, but something about the colour and the way it draped resonated with my mood. I pulled it out, feeling the smooth fabric between my fingers, and quickly paired it with a pair of dark denim jeans.

As I dressed, I couldn't help but smile at how well the outfit came together. It was casual yet polished, with just the right amount of style to reflect my mood of excitement and anticipation.

As I applied the final touch of perfume, a sense of satisfaction washed over me. Glancing at the clock, I noted it was 8:45 am, leaving me with a precious 10 minutes before I needed to head out.

A smile played on my lips until my gaze fell upon the pile of clothes strewn across my bed. Initially, I considered leaving them for later, rationalizing that I could deal with it when I returned.

But then, like a sudden echo, Jungkook's words reverberated in my mind, "Am I seeing changes in you, Mr. Kim?"

That simple question halted my steps. I turned to face the bed, the clothes now seeming like an unspoken challenge. There was a decision to be made—ignore them and rush out or take a few moments to restore order.

With a deep breath, I decided to tackle the pile. However, each item I picked up seemed to amplify my anxiety. The need for perfection gnawed at me as I meticulously folded each piece, ensuring every crease was precise and every fold aligned perfectly.

Minutes ticked by, and I found myself lost in a cycle of checking and rechecking, unable to break free from my compulsions. Despite my efforts, the pile remained largely untouched, and the clock showed that time was slipping away.