Spring Day // Kim Taehyung ( V )

Chapter 18

Today began differently—like waking inside a film that I never wanted to end. There was a clarity to the air, a sense of renewal that made me feel truly alive. As soon as I opened my eyes, a genuine smile crept onto my face, as if I'd been waiting for this perfect moment all along.

I find myself wishing every morning could carry this same lightness, this spontaneous joy. And more than anything, I wish I could carry that feeling of love with me into each new day.

After my usual routine, I headed downstairs. Surprisingly, I moved with purpose, almost faster than usual. Was it because I knew Jackson was coming to pick me up? That thought alone sparked a flutter in my chest—anticipation so strong it felt almost electric.

Entering the kitchen, I saw my mom already dressed, busy preparing breakfast for the boys. I paused for a moment, observing her. Despite the fatigue in her eyes, she worked tirelessly, managing breakfast for all eight of us with a grace that seemed effortless. It struck me how much she carried on her shoulders—how demanding that role must be.

"Good morning, Mom," I sang softly, leaning in to kiss her cheek. It was a small gesture, but it felt like a reassurance—the kind of connection that speaks of comfort and understanding. I knew she was tired, especially since Eun Gi was rarely home these days, caught up in his own busy schedule. Most of the responsibility fell on her.

She turned, a gentle smile on her face. "Woke up on the right side of the bed again, I see," she said, wrapping her arms around me from behind.

It wasn't just that I'd woken up well. Today felt different—like I was caught in a vivid dream, yet everything was strikingly real. It was as if reality had shifted just enough to make everything feel more intense, more meaningful.

"Are you almost done? Just wait a little; then we can go," she added, flipping a pancake with practiced ease.

In the back of my mind, I remembered Jackson's visit. I had almost forgotten to mention it. I glanced at the clock—he'd be here any minute now.

"Actually, Mom, I—" I started to speak, but—

"George?" Namjoon's voice interrupted as he peered into the kitchen, a casual tone that still carried a hint of curiosity. "Jackson's outside. Should I invite him in?"

Perfect timing. Jackson was here.

"Yes, please," I responded, trying to keep my voice steady. My mom shot me a quick look—an unspoken question, maybe a little amused, but not scolding.

I took a breath. "Actually, I won't be going to school with you today. Jackson and I are heading there together," I said, a nervous smile tugging at my lips. I hoped she wouldn't press me too hard.

She chuckled softly, nudging my side. "You and Jackson are getting pretty close, huh? Care to share what that's about?" Her smirk was playful, but her eyes held genuine curiosity.

"Oh, Mom," I muttered, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks as Jackson's footsteps drew nearer.

He appeared in the doorway, greeting everyone warmly. "Good morning, Aunt Ane," he said with a genuine smile that always seemed to make my heart skip a beat.

"Morning, Jackson," my mom replied warmly. "Be safe on your way to school."

He nodded, returning her hug with a confident ease. "We will. See you later," he said, flashing that charming smile my way.

I felt a surge of happiness—almost like a secret thrill—every time he looked at me like that.

"Bye, Mom. I'll see you later," I said, leaning in to kiss her again before heading out.