Spring Day // Kim Taehyung ( V )

Chapter 5 - welcome to college..again

A/N

Long chapter ahead.

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The alarm clock sounded at 6:30 a.m., a familiar jarring reminder that another day had begun. Normally, I skip breakfast—despite its reputation as the most important meal—because I rarely have the time. Today was no different. My routine was set; I took an hour to prepare myself, knowing well that every minute counted.

I settled onto my bed, mindlessly scrolling through Twitter for five minutes, a habitual distraction before starting the day. Fortunately, I had my own bathroom—an oasis of privacy amid the chaos.

Shower time: twenty-five minutes. I know, it sounds excessive, but with a face to wash, hair to condition, and the inevitable cleaning of my space, I wasn't rushing. By 7:00 a.m., I was ready for my outfit. I allotted myself thirty minutes, but the process of choosing what to wear often leaves me indecisive. The options are plentiful, yet I find myself overwhelmed—should I go simple or bold? Colorful or subdued? Bright or dark? Ultimately, I grabbed a plain white shirt, sleeves naturally rolled, paired with denim boyfriend jeans. On my feet, my classic black Vans Old Skool High Cuts. Looking at myself in the mirror, I wasn't entirely satisfied but shrugged it off—who was I trying to impress, really?

My makeup was minimal, yet I spent an eternity on my brows. Concealer under my eyes, bronzer, a touch of highlighter, curled lashes with mascara, and a nude lipstick completed the look. I was ready. It was 7:30 a.m. When I grabbed my white Jansport backpack, phone, and earphones, I headed downstairs.

On reaching the living room, I expected to wait for my mom, but instead, I was greeted with an unexpected scene: six extraordinarily attractive boys seated in the living room, all eyes fixed on me. My stomach tightened with discomfort—what the hell? I internally cursed my language.

"Good morning," a voice called from behind me. I turned, startled, to see none other than Rap Monster—though the name made me suppress a laugh. Not to be mean, but the nickname always sounded amusing.

"Morning," I replied, attempting a smile that felt awkward. I scratched the back of my head, a gesture that betrayed my unease. The boys looked at me expectantly.

"Oh, right. Sorry. George, these are my members—Jin—"

"Jin?" I echoed, raising an eyebrow.

"Jin," he confirmed softly with a charming smile, his accent unmistakable. He was undeniably handsome—an almost angelic presence, with features that seemed unreal. I caught myself thinking how Angela would be enraptured by him.

And then, Namjoon continued, pointing to a guy with dark brown hair: "This is J-hope." The man greeted me with an enthusiastic wave and a wide smile, which I returned, feeling a flicker of warmth.

"Next, Suga," Namjoon added, indicating a more composed individual. Suga returned a small, calculated smile and a wave, giving off an air of cool detachment—perhaps a bit of an aloof personality, but intriguing nonetheless.

Then, a shy-looking boy was introduced: "This is Jimin." He offered a modest wave and shy smile. I mirrored his gesture. There was something about his expression—confident yet reserved—that drew my attention, especially considering his seemingly innocent demeanor.

And, of course, the youngest member, Jungkook, was next: "Sorry, what?" I asked softly, caught off guard.

"Jung-kook," Namjoon clarified patiently.

He looked slightly embarrassed for not catching his name right away, but his smile—bright, genuine—made up for it. His features were striking, his body clearly conditioned from regular workouts.