Spring Day // Kim Taehyung ( V )

Chapter 29

George's POV

"Namjoon? What's wrong? Who was that?" I watched as Namjoon's expression shifted after he answered the phone. His face, usually composed, twisted with a mixture of concern and frustration. He couldn't sit still, pacing back and forth, his agitation contagious. The others noticed, growing visibly uneasy.

"Hyung, what's going on?" Jimin's voice was tentative, his hand landing gently on Namjoon's shoulder to halt him mid-stride.

Namjoon's jaw clenched. "It's Jungkook. He called — they're at the bar."

The room erupted in chaos. Jin's eyes widened in disbelief. "WHAT?!"

"And Taehyung's drunk," Namjoon added, voice tight. "Really drunk."

Everyone rose hurriedly, anxiety mounting. I sat back, observing quietly, a strange sense of amusement bubbling inside me. I knew I shouldn't feel entertained — but their faces, the panic, the way they scrambled — it was just too amusing to ignore.

Suga's voice broke through the tension, frustration evident. "For god's sake. What's wrong with him?"

I chuckled softly, drawing their attention. They looked at me, confused. I shrugged, pulling out my phone and opening Twitter.

'Good job, Taehyung. So much for that stomachache. LMFAO.'

It was a petty joke, but honestly, I found it hilarious how Taehyung's classic excuse still worked. Back in high school, everyone used it — apparently, some habits die hard.

The constant pacing was making me dizzy. I groaned loudly, earning everyone's gaze.

"Instead of wandering around stressing out," I said, rolling my eyes, "why don't we go get them? Let's pick them up."

I tossed the car keys to Jin, who caught them efficiently. Clapping my hands, I headed toward the car. The others followed quickly. I settled into the passenger seat beside Jin. Suga and Namjoon sat together, Jimin and J-Hope at the back.

"Jungkook just texted," Namjoon said, voice flustered. "He said he lost Taehyung."

Jin's grip tightened on the wheel. "What's gotten into him?"

We drove in silence, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

When we reached the bar, I saw Jungkook near the entrance, visibly shaken. His face was pale, eyes darting nervously at Namjoon and Jin, who looked furious.

"Jungkook!" I shouted as we approached.

He flinched, eyes wide with fear. Namjoon's voice was sharp. "You foolhead, I told you to go home, didn't I?"

He rubbed the back of his head, trying to explain. "We were gonna, but Taehyung told the driver to come here. I couldn't stop him."

Silence. The others looked at each other, then stormed inside, frustration evident. I stayed outside, a teasing smile tugging at my lips as Jungkook looked at me helplessly.

"Why'd he want to come here, anyway?" I asked, voice light but curious.

Jungkook muttered, "Because of you."

I blinked. "What?"

He hesitated. "Nothing. Let's just find Taehyung."

Inside, the noise was deafening. The bass thumped through my skull, the smell of smoke and alcohol assaulting my senses. I felt my head pounding, dizziness creeping in. I wanted out.

"Have you guys found him?" Suga's voice cut through the chaos, loud enough to be heard over the music.

"Bouncer said he left a few minutes ago with a girl," Namjoon replied, voice strained.

"How does he know it's Taehyung?" I yelled, frustration bubbling.

"Maybe because he's V — everyone knows him," Suga shot back sarcastically. I cringed inwardly at my own naïveté.

Jimin looked panicked. "We can't contact him. His phone's off."

Namjoon sighed heavily. "Let's head home. Maybe he'll come back tomorrow morning. We can't keep searching all night."

Reluctantly, we began to exit, the stench of the bar lingering behind us.

Taehyung, what trouble are you in now?

Taehyung's POV

I woke up with a pounding headache, regretting last night's foolishness. My head throbbed — alcohol, I supposed. I turned onto my side, trying to block out the noise and pain.

Then I noticed her.

A girl, lying beside me, smiling as if this was the most normal thing in the world.

My eyes snapped open. Where am I? Who is she? And most pressing — what happened last night?

Panic set in. I sat upright abruptly, scanning the unfamiliar room. It was definitely not my apartment. The décor was elegant, the lighting soft — not my style. My mind raced to piece together the night's events.

I grabbed my phone, heart pounding, and powered it on. The screen flooded with notifications — 22 missed calls, over 100 messages.

Great. Just my luck. I'm doomed.

The girl beside me stirred, smirking. "Awake already?"

I froze. "Who are you? And what happened last night?"

She smiled sweetly. "Lisa. Don't you remember?"

I gulped. "N-no. I... I hope nothing happened. Please tell me I didn't do anything stupid."

"Relax," she said, winking. "We just made out all night."

My stomach sank. She stole my first kiss? A stranger? That was supposed to be saved for someone I loved. I felt a cold wave of disappointment and frustration. Dumb, so dumb.

Suddenly, the door swung open. A familiar voice.

"Jackson?" She blurted out,  My eyes narrowing.

Jackson? Why is he here?

Lisa rolled her eyes. "Sorry, That's my brother."

My mind spun. Jackson's sister? The girl I just... made out with? This day couldn't get any worse.

He looked awkward. "Sorry, I didn't knock."

I quickly grabbed my shoes and phone. Ignoring Lisa's protests, I darted out of the room, heart pounding.

What if George finds out? If he learns I slept with his sister, I'm finished. Jackson would tell him for sure.

I kept replaying my mistakes — forcing Jungkook to drink, rushing into this mess. None of it made sense. I'd caused enough trouble for one day.

As I walked home in silence, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of a long, complicated road ahead.

The ride home felt unnaturally quiet. My mind was a storm of regret and anxiety. Every step echoed with the weight of my mistakes — pushing Jungkook to drink, ignoring the warning signs, and now this mess with Lisa. I kept thinking about the look on her face, the way her smile felt so casual, so innocent, yet I knew deep down I'd crossed a line I couldn't undo.

I replayed Jackson's words in my head. "Sorry, I didn't knock." Yeah, I'd be sorry too — especially when George finds out. How do I even begin to explain this? I've always prided myself on being careful, on staying out of trouble. But last night, I'd thrown all that away in one reckless moment.

The streets were quiet, the city lights casting long shadows. I felt like I was walking in a daze, each step heavier than the last. My thoughts kept circling back to Jackson, Jungkook, and the chaos I'd left behind. I knew they'd be furious, disappointed — maybe even angry enough to confront me. And I deserved it.

I paused for a moment, leaning against a lamppost, taking a shaky breath. What am I supposed to do now? How do I face everyone after this? How do I face myself?

The night had turned into a blur of mistakes, misjudgments, and the kind of trouble I'd never imagined I'd find myself in. But deep down, I knew I couldn't run from it. I had to confront the consequences, no matter how heavy they felt. Because the truth was, I'd lost control, and now I had to figure out how to fix it — if that was even possible.