Spring Day // Kim Taehyung ( V )

Chapter 30

Taehyung's POV

Jin's voice sliced through the tense air, sharp and commanding. "WHERE WERE YOU?"

The door burst open abruptly, startling me. Jin hyung's anger was unlike anything I'd seen before—eyes blazing, jaw clenched. Fear crept in unexpectedly.

"I—Hyung, I'm sorry..." I stammered, voice barely above a whisper.

His expression was a storm of frustration. "DIDN'T I TELL YOU NOT TO GO THERE? What if the paparazzi saw you? This could go public, and you know how that'll turn out!"

The weight of his words pressed down on me as the other members hurried into the room, their faces etched with disappointment. Suga hyung was the first to step forward, his calm voice trying to diffuse the tension.

"I believe he has a reason. We'll hear him out," Suga hyung said, eyes flickering with quiet authority. His gaze lingered on me, a mix of concern and expectation. I caught Jungkook's apologetic look from the corner, and my heart clenched.

It was my fault. Last night spiraled beyond my control. I'd crossed lines I shouldn't have, and now Jungkook was tangled in the consequences. I should be the one apologizing.

One by one, they left, leaving Jungkook and me alone. I sank into my chair, fingers running through my hair, frustration mounting.

"Hyung... what happened last night? I heard you left with a girl," Jungkook asked softly, sitting beside me, a tentative hand on my shoulder.

I stayed silent, trying to contain the rising tears. The stress, heartbreak, guilt—all crashing over me. I'd betrayed my friends, hurt George, and now I was waking up beside a stranger—the sister of her boyfriend, no less.

God, I was a mess.

"George was worried," Jungkook added quietly.

That hit me hard. She'd gone looking for me—probably worried sick. And now I wondered how she'd react if she found out I'd woken up at her boyfriend's place.

My voice was barely a whisper. "Does she know I was with a girl last night?"

Jungkook hesitated. "We all do, hyung."

A sinking feeling settled in. George, my close friend, was probably feeling even more distant from me now. And my members—how could I face them?

Before I could dwell further, the door slammed open again. This time, it was Namjoon hyung. His expression was serious, but not angry—more worried.

"Taehyung-ah," he said softly, kneeling beside me. "Are you okay? What happened? Where did you go?"

My voice cracked as I apologized, words tumbling out in a jumble of regret. "Hyung, I don't know what got into me. I'm sorry." I avoided his gaze, feeling tears threaten to spill. Just looking at him reminded me of George.

I didn't want to think about her anymore.

"It's okay," Namjoon hyung said gently. "But you need to explain everything. Jin hyung is strict about these things. You know that."

I nodded, finally calming. But beneath the surface, a storm of uncertainty brewed.

George's POV

"Sarah! I've been looking everywhere for you," I called, playfully tapping her shoulder. I'd spent the day alone, unable to find her. The emptiness gnawed at me—no Jackson, no Sarah. It felt strange.

She turned, smiling warmly. "Sorry, I was in the library finishing my research. What's up?"

I sighed, exasperated. "What's up? I've been alone all day. You're not in class either!"