Spring Day // Kim Taehyung ( V )

Chapter 31

We settled inside the bus, the hum of the engine blending with the low murmur of passengers. Sarah was practically bouncing in her seat, her eyes alight with excitement as she bombarded me with facts about BTS. I listened, admittedly overwhelmed. Despite living with them, I realized I knew surprisingly little about their lives—something about her enthusiasm felt a little unsettling, like she was more invested than I expected.

The bus slowed, and I nudged Sarah gently. "This is our stop. Come on." I offered a small smile as I gently pulled her along.

It was the first time I'd be hanging out with Sarah after school, and honestly, I was eager for it. We'd never really had the chance to just hang out like this before. Something about her energy was contagious, and I found myself looking forward to spending time with her outside the usual routine.

As we stepped onto the street, she kept humming and singing snippets of BTS songs. I caught myself tapping my foot to the catchy tune, even though I had no idea which song it was. It wasn't really my style, but I couldn't deny the song's infectious rhythm.

"We're here," I announced, and Sarah's face lit up with a grin that told me she was clearly a dedicated fan.

I wondered who her favorite was. Might as well ask. Miss "Smart," right?

"So, who's your bias?" I asked casually.

"Min Yoongi," she said proudly, her eyes shining.

Min Yoongi. The name was unfamiliar. I realized I hadn't really paid attention to their members. The only thing I knew was their group name and a few generic facts. Maybe I should start asking them about it.

"Okay," I replied, feigning casual indifference. Inside, I was curious but a little distant. Whoever Min Yoongi was, Sarah seemed to adore him—so that meant he must be special in her eyes.

We reached my house. I called out, "Mom? I'm home," but silence answered me. It seemed she had gone out. I led Sarah into the living room, promising to return shortly. Heading to the kitchen, I grabbed some juice and snacks, trying to shake off an odd feeling that had crept in.

As I was pouring the drinks, a voice behind me broke the silence. I didn't turn around immediately, too focused on preparing everything. The voice was familiar, but not enough for me to recognize instantly.

"Hey," it said again.

I finally looked up, catching sight of a figure I hadn't expected. I was too preoccupied to tell who it was at first. The voice was low, calm, but there was an undertone I couldn't ignore. I didn't want to be rude, but a flicker of discomfort passed through me.

"Hey," I responded softly.

"Your mom went to Eun Gi's work, by the way."

That explained the presence. My muscles tensed slightly. I knew who this was now. An uneasy feeling settled in—one I tried to brush aside. I'd been building a fragile friendship with him, but recent revelations about last night with Lisa made me wary. The memory made my stomach tighten.

"Oh... thanks," I said, deliberately avoiding eye contact.

I finished setting the drinks and snacks, then headed back to the living room. I tried to keep my expression neutral, but I couldn't help but avoid eye contact with him altogether. As I passed, I offered a small, polite smile, head bowed slightly.

"George, about last—"

Before he could finish, I cut in softly but firmly. "Why Lisa, out of everyone?" I asked. My tone was calm, but my words carried weight. His surprise was evident; I could tell he hadn't expected me to know.