Spring Day // Kim Taehyung ( V )

Chapter 21 - the fangirl

"We're here," Jungkook announced with a bright smile, excitement evident in his voice.

The venue for the fansign event loomed ahead, bustling with energy. The crowd's screams grew louder as we drew closer, a tidal wave of anticipation and devotion. The sheer number of fans—fangirls and fanboys alike—lined up endlessly, their faces eager and animated.

How am I supposed to get through that? The thought alone made my stomach tighten. It's overwhelming, and honestly, I'd rather be anywhere else. I hesitated at the van door, about to step out when Jin's hand shot out, gripping my wrist gently but firmly.

"Where are you going?" he asked softly, concern flickering in his eyes. The rest of the group watched in silence, confusion etched across their faces.

Except for one.

Jungkook's gaze lingered on me with a knowing look, silent understanding passing between us.

I hesitated, then managed a half-hearted shrug. "Line up?" I said, voice uncertain.

Jimin tilted his head. "Why?"

I rolled my eyes. "Because I'm your biggest fan," I shot back, trying to keep my tone playful but feeling the weight of my words.

From behind, Taehyung chuckled, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. I knew he enjoyed my attempts at playing the part of an obsessed fan—probably finding humor in my discomfort.

Without further questions, the boys nodded and stepped back. The van drove off to the back entrance, leaving me alone in front of a sea of fans, their excitement palpable and deafening.

I sighed, already feeling exhausted just thinking about navigating through the crowd. The endless line stretched before me like an insurmountable obstacle. It was impossible—there was no way I'd get through this without hours of waiting.

Taehyung's POV

"Why would she line up like that?" Namjoon hyung asked, frowning in puzzlement.

"Beats me," Suga hyung responded with a casual shrug.

I kept quiet, knowing better than to reveal my secret deal with George. If I did, they'd start asking questions—questions I wasn't ready to answer. Jungkook, however, seemed to sense there was more beneath the surface. His gaze lingered on me, a hint of concern flickering in his eyes. I just offered a small shrug and returned my focus to my phone, trying to mask my thoughts.

We had moved into the makeup room now, the hum of activity surrounding us as stylists worked on our looks. The mirror reflected our tired, yet focused faces. My mind drifted to George—wondering how she was holding up.

Jungkook's words echoed in my mind. I shouldn't have involved myself in that deal. What if she's out there, overwhelmed by the fans? Those girls can be relentless, their adoration bordering on obsession when it comes to us.

Part of me felt guilty for the selfish desire—wishing I could see her fangirling over us, just for a moment. It's foolish, I know, but it's a small escape from the chaos.

"Boys, it's time to go," our manager announced, pulling me back to the present.

I cast one last glance toward the door, silently wishing her well. George—see you soon.

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George's POV

"Bangtan Sonyeondan!"

The crowd erupted in euphoria, voices overlapping in a chaotic symphony of excitement. Fans waved posters, their energy almost tangible in the air. I stood at the far edge of the room, hands pressed against my ears to block out the overwhelming noise. My feet ached, and my short stature kept me from seeing much beyond a sea of heads. All I wanted was to get out of there.