Spring Day // Kim Taehyung ( V )

Chapter 6 - The perfect Karma

It's been five days since I arrived in Korea, and I still find myself adjusting to this new environment. School remains a source of discomfort—an awkwardness lingering from that first day. Fortunately, the girl who caused that chaos has kept her distance. I've made a conscious effort to avoid her whenever she's in the hallway or at the cafeteria, but I can't say it's been entirely successful.

Today marks the final day of the school week — the promise of two days to disconnect and recharge. I descended the stairs, searching for my shoes, and as expected, the boys were there again, immersed in their practice. It's not that I begrudge their dedication; it's just that their presence has become almost invasive. I feel like I live among them, their faces a constant reminder of how little privacy I have here.

I approached the shoe rack and greeted softly, "Morning," before darting to grab my shoes. Time was tight; it was 7:45, and class started at 8:00.

"Gina, hurry up. You're going to be late," my mother called from the kitchen.

"I'm almost done," I responded, tying my laces swiftly. I then moved to gather my bag—left there the night before, buried among yesterday's homework. The proximity of V, seated nearby, made me hesitant. Asking for my bag felt awkward—rude even—but I couldn't stand the thought of waiting.

"Uhm, excuse me, V?" I hesitated, avoiding eye contact. "Could you please hand me my bag?"

He looked up, a gentle smile on his face. "Of course," he replied, passing it over.

I felt my cheeks warm. It had been days since I'd experienced this flutter of nerves around him. When we crossed paths in the kitchen, I couldn't meet his gaze. His squared smile, the way it made my stomach flutter—such simple gestures, yet they overwhelmed me. I wasn't sure what I was feeling—an unfamiliar mix of attraction and confusion.

"Thank you," I murmured, offering a shy smile. We shared a brief, almost silent moment—eyes locking for a beat—before my mother called again. I snapped my gaze away, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks, and heard a cough from one of his friends, signaling the awkwardness wasn't lost on them either.

Looking at the clock, I realized it was 7:50. I cursed under my breath and bolted outside to the car. Settling into the seat, I plugged in my earphones and reclined my head, attempting to relax. But my mind kept replaying that moment—V's gaze, that shared look—and I couldn't shake the feeling.

What just happened? I asked myself. Honestly, I felt a mixture of embarrassment and fascination. George, get a grip.

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The day's classes concluded with Mr. Lee bidding farewell, signaling the start of the weekend. Sarah, ever the realist, expressed her disdain for the upcoming PE class, and I couldn't resist teasing her about her stamina.

"Low stamina, huh?" I joked, earning a playful glare.

She shot back, "Hey, I'm pretty fit, okay?"

Over the days, I'd grown somewhat accustomed to her presence. She was the only person I felt I could rely on here, and I figured I shouldn't be so dismissive. After all, we'd be stuck together for the foreseeable future.

We changed into our PE uniforms in the locker room, which, I have to admit, fit snugly—more than enough to highlight our shapes. I caught Sarah eyeing me critically.

"Girl, with that figure? I'm impressed," she said, a teasing smirk on her face.

I blinked in surprise, then laughed softly. My curves—especially my backside—were my best assets. My chest, however, left much to be desired. As I slipped into my sneakers and tied my hair back, I felt a flicker of confidence—brief, but real.