Spring Day // Kim Taehyung ( V )

Chapter 10 - Little Trip to Busan (part 2)

After several hours of travel and what turned out to be an unexpectedly enjoyable ride, we finally arrived at our destination. A sense of melancholy crept in as I realized this meant parting ways with the group—especially the 'Hyungs.' Being with them had been a highlight; those moments felt genuine and easy. During the trip, I picked up a new word—'Hyung'—which Namjoon used often when addressing Suga and Jin. Curious, I asked what it meant. They explained that 'Hyung' is what younger guys call older brothers. For girls, the equivalent is 'Oppa,' a term I found a bit awkward—mainly because I once saw a girl in a porn video call a guy 'Oppa.' No judgment here; I didn't watch it myself—just a friend's accidental glimpse. Still, it made me think. Sometimes, you have to keep an open mind, right? Although, I swear, it was just once.

Anyway, enough of that. Let's focus on the moment. As we stepped out of the car, I helped Namjoon unload some things from the trunk. Jin, however, insisted I stay back and let the guys handle it. I watched quietly as Jin approached, a gentle smile on his face, and effortlessly carried the luggage I was supposed to have helped with. There was something about his demeanor—kind, considerate—that made me think of Angela, who's always been a fan of Jin's charm.

Honestly, I could see myself falling for his kindness if this kept up.

Wait—what?

Suddenly, I was pulled back to the present by Taehyung's voice. He stood beside me, offering to help. "Need any help?"

I hesitated, then whispered, "Actually, I need you to step back a few paces."

He looked at me, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "You really hate me that much?" he asked with a genuine smile—unusual, not a smirk. I wondered if I'd unintentionally offended him.

Before I could respond, he nodded and turned away, leaving me in a strange silence. What just happened?

Taehyung's POV.

After a long journey, the boys and I finally reached the beach. One by one, we stepped out of the car, the salty air hitting us as we took in our surroundings. Our manager, ever cautious, reminded us to be careful and told us to inform him if we needed a pickup. We insisted he come along, but he gently declined, emphasizing the importance of independence—"Everyone needs some time of their own," he said with a knowing smile.

Reluctantly, we said our goodbyes, watching as he drove off, leaving us to wait for our Hyungs. Moments later, they arrived, stepping out of the car with their usual casual ease. My gaze immediately landed on George. To my surprise, she was genuinely enjoying herself, her laughter ringing through the air. I hadn't expected her to be so at ease after the ride—especially since I knew she wasn't keen on joining us initially. But seeing her smile like that, it stirred something inside me—an unexpected warmth, a kind of admiration that I couldn't quite explain. She looked undeniably beautiful in that moment, and I found myself unable to look away.

As they approached, we moved to help carry their things from the trunk. George reached out to lend a hand, but Jin Hyung gently stopped her, offering to handle it himself. She stepped aside, a bright smile still plastered on her face, though I noticed her cheeks flushing—a blush that seemed involuntary, almost subconscious. My eyes drifted from her face to her gaze, following her line of sight, only to settle on Jin Hyung.

Was she blushing because of Hyung?

The thought lingered, and a strange, uncomfortable feeling crept in. Why did it bother me?

"Need any help?"

I caught her whispering under her breath, "Yeah, I need you to step back," even though her words were soft, clear enough for me to hear. That disappointment hit hard—I'd hoped for a different reaction, maybe a sign that she wasn't entirely uncomfortable around me. But her expression changed, her smile fading just enough to be noticeable.