Spring Day // Kim Taehyung ( V )

Chapter 34 - bromance.

A/N : there wouldnt be any George's POV for awhile.
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Taehyung's POV

I was jolted awake by the muffled sound of someone snoring nearby. Blinking against the haze, I opened my eyes—only to find myself face-to-face with Namjoon Hyung, our faces mere inches apart as he clung to me in his sleep. The close proximity sent a jolt through my body. Awkwardness flooded in.

"Hyung, get off," I said, voice tight with discomfort.

He groaned softly and shifted, sitting upright while scratching his head. "Sorry... I didn't realize I fell asleep," he mumbled.

Silence stretched between us, thick and uncomfortable. He was still groggy, trying to rouse himself, while I wrestled with the strange feeling of nearly kissing my older brother figure. It gave me chills—an odd, unsettling sensation. The last time I kissed a man wasn't voluntary but a punishment, and I'd rather forget that chapter altogether.

"What time is it?" Hyung asked suddenly.

I reached for my phone, checking the screen. "4:00 PM. Wow, I slept almost the entire day." I chuckled softly, ruffling my hair, then pushed myself to my feet, leaving him behind to get some food. My stomach growled—severe hunger pulling me toward the kitchen.

George would be home soon. I needed to leave before she arrived. The last thing I wanted was to make her uncomfortable. If she didn't want me around, I'd respect that—stay away until she felt ready. It's for the best, I told myself.

As I headed toward the kitchen, the house phone suddenly rang. I hurried over and answered.

"Yoboseyo?"

"Is this Mr. Kim?"

"Sorry, he's not here right now."

"Taehyung?"

"Who's this?"

"It's Joan."

I paused. "George's friend?"

"Yes. Is she around?"

"Not yet, but she should be in a minute."

"Good. Can we do a video call? It's important."

I hesitated. "I don't know about that, but... give me your number."

"Okay. It's ***********."

"Alright, I'll contact you once I get home."

"Thanks. Bye." (A background voice: "Love you, V!")

I chuckled softly. "Alright, bye."

The call left me with a strange feeling—never before had I exchanged numbers with a complete stranger. Once I contacted her, she'd probably have mine, too.

Turning around, I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw Namjoon standing behind me.

"You scared me," I said, clutching my chest.

He chuckled. "You still haven't answered my question."

I sighed. "George's friend. She wanted to talk to me."

He looked at me with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. "What about?"

"She had something important to say. I told her I'd reach out when I got home." I shrugged. "George will be here soon, so I should go."

The thought of seeing her today was exhausting. The idea of avoiding her seemed best—no interactions, no awkward exchanges. I couldn't run forever, but I needed time to breathe.

"Alright. Take care. I'll see you tomorrow," he said with a smile, heading toward the kitchen.

I grabbed my bag and hurried downstairs, eager to escape before she arrived. But fate, as always, had other plans.

Just as I reached for the door handle, it swung open, revealing her.

"Oh, uh... hi, Taehyung," she greeted, her voice tinged with discomfort. The tension between us was palpable. The awkwardness was obvious—Namjoon's cough to break the silence didn't help, but didn't quite succeed. She glanced at Namjoon and then back at me. I avoided her gaze, offering a quick, strained smile before stepping past her.

My heart hammered in my chest as she returned my smile. Her smile felt like a reminder of how deeply I was falling for her—so obvious, so raw. I hope she didn't notice my face reddening.

The moment I reached home, I heard noises from the living room. The room fell silent the moment I entered. Jungkook's voice cut through the quiet.

"Hyung, where have you been?"

I looked up to see everyone's eyes on me—except Suga and Jin Hyung, who still hadn't forgiven me. That's fine. I deserved it.

"I... went to Namjoon Hyung's place," I mumbled, slipping into my room and shutting the door, locking it behind me. I needed privacy for what was about to come.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Joan's number. After a few rings, she answered.

Conversation

"Uh... hi?"

"Hey. Sorry if this is sudden or strange."

"No, no, it's fine. What did you want to say?"

"Well... George thinks we're going to Thailand for our little break."

"Oh, that's nice, I guess."

"Yeah. But there's been a change of plans."

"What is it?"

"We're surprising George. Instead of heading to Thailand—"

"You're coming here, right?"

"Exactly."

"So, what do you need me to do?"

"Our flight is Friday night. Can you keep her out of the house until then?"

I hesitated. "I don't know if I can do that."

"Why not?"

"Well, George and I aren't exactly on good terms right now..."

"Hmm. Is there anyone else who can help?"

"Her brother, maybe?"

"Nope, not him. We don't want to trouble him."

But you'd rather trouble me?

"Alright. I have someone in mind. I'll let you know when it's sorted."

"Thanks. Really appreciate it."

"Anytime. Talk soon."

"Bye."

As I hung up, I knew I had little choice. There was only one person I could ask for help when it came to George. I was certain she wouldn't go out with me, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

I had to go back to Jackson's place.