Spring Day // Kim Taehyung ( V )

Chapter 15

Taehyung's POV

"Hyung. Are you heading out? Jungkook's voice broke through the quiet, soft but direct. We were in the recording studio, each focused on our individual parts for the new song. The others lounged in Namjoon's room, relaxed and unaware of the moment unfolding nearby.

I responded casually, "Getting some water," and he nodded, turning back to his mic. The familiar hum of equipment filled the space, a routine rhythm we'd grown accustomed to.

Namjoon's voice cut in from across the room. "Just hurry back." I gave a brief nod, pushed open the door, and stepped out into the corridor. My legs moved instinctively toward the kitchen, my mind drifting in the quiet between the words.

As I descended, I caught sight of Jackson and George—standing close, sharing a kiss. It was unexpected, jarring. My heart skipped, and I froze, stunned by the intimacy. What was happening? Since when had they become something more? A surge of confusion and an inexplicable sting of betrayal washed over me. I felt a strange, uncomfortable mixture of surprise and a sudden sense of distance.

I instinctively turned away, my mind racing—trying to process what I'd just seen. George and Jackson, kissing. Was this recent? Or something they had kept hidden? Why did it feel like a personal violation, even if it wasn't directed at me?

I questioned myself—why am I feeling like this? Why does this sting so deeply? It's not my place to judge, is it? They're free to make their choices. But beneath that, a quiet voice whispered: What does this mean for us?

And then, I caught myself—silent, reflective, caught between understanding and the unspoken weight of the moment.

***

"That guy's here again?" Suga hyung whispered, a hint of irritation in his voice.

Both Suga hyung and I couldn't hide our discomfort. The others seemed to enjoy Jackson's company, engaging in proper conversations, but we kept our distance. It wasn't just the vibe—there was something about him that rubs us the wrong way. We found out recently that Jackson is a huge fan of Namjoon and Suga hyung, especially after Namjoon boasted about how cool it felt knowing someone like Jackson looked up to him. Pabo. Honestly, I wasn't convinced either—something about Jackson's eagerness felt a little false, like he was just trying to impress George.

"Jackson, my man! What's poppin'?" Jungkook called out, offering a handshake with a bright smile. Jackson grinned and accepted, reciprocating warmly.

Yah! Jungkook, are you forgetting that he's older than you?" Jin snapped, lightly smacking Jungkook's head. The youngest and the oldest started bickering again, their playful banter filling the air as Jackson and George exchanged amused glances, watching the scene unfold.

"Let me guess... You're not taking my mom's offer for dinner, huh?" George said softly, pretending to be upset but with a playful tone, trying to appear cute in front of Jackson.

She's so adorable—fluffy, sweet, and just... endearing. Or so I thought. Watching her do that to Jackson made my stomach twist. Jackson gently pinched her cheeks, making her pout—such a 'cute' couple, if you ask me. Sarcastic, of course.

"I promised my mom I'd have dinner with them tonight. I'll make it up to you next time, I swear," Jackson said, glancing my way with a look that seemed almost dismissive. What do you want from me, anyway?

"I have to go now. Thanks, Mrs. Roque—and you guys, too," he added, turning to leave.

Tsh. For what? We didn't even help him with anything. Suga hyung and I exchanged a quick look and started walking away. We settled into chairs, watching the rest of the boys chat with Jackson, their voices blending into the background. George followed him to the gate, and we both knew what was likely to happen next. At least, I did.