Spring Day // Kim Taehyung ( V )

Chapter 43 - Im here for you..

I kept moving forward, unsure of the direction I was taking, driven by a need to escape the weight pressing down on me. The stares from strangers blurred into the background as I fought back tears, my steps unsteady and relentless. I didn't care where I was headed—I just needed to be alone, to release the pain that had been building inside me.

Jackson was gone.

The love of my life had left me.

He didn't hesitate to walk away from that room, didn't look back. As if my presence was nothing more than a burden he wanted to shed. That abandonment shattered something inside me, leaving me hollow and broken.

What am I supposed to do now? The thought of losing him feels like a wound that refuses to heal. I keep replaying everything—what I could have done differently, why I wasn't enough. The ache in my chest is overwhelming, pressing so hard I want to scream, but even that feels futile. I only wish I could have him back, just for a moment.

Suddenly, I felt a soft drop of water on my shoulder. The sky had opened up, rain starting to fall, gentle at first but relentless. The weather seemed to mirror my sorrow—dark, heavy, unyielding.

I paused, tears streaming down my face, and let the rain soak through me. Memories flooded my mind—scenes of us together in this very spot, laughter and whispered promises that now seemed so distant. I clung to those moments, wishing I could turn back time.

A voice interrupted my reverie. "You might get sick," a stranger said, holding an umbrella beside me.

I looked up, then slowly stood and took a step back, distancing myself from the stranger's concern. Without a word, I kept walking, my focus fixed on the destination I knew I needed—somewhere familiar, somewhere safe.

Home.

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Taehyung's POV

I gazed out the window, watching the rain cascade down in relentless sheets. The sky was bright and clear, yet the rain persisted—a strange juxtaposition that mirrored my own feelings. It's funny how emotions can feel so contradictory, almost like the weather itself. You all know why, don't you? George and I have grown closer since our last date. I no longer feel the nervous tension that used to grip me—no more stumbling over words or making her uncomfortable with my awkwardness. Now, she doesn't hate me, and we genuinely enjoy each other's company. It's as if a heavy burden has been lifted from my shoulders, leaving me lighter than I've felt in a long time.

A gentle tap on my shoulder pulled me from my thoughts. I snapped back to the present.

"Taehyung? You still here?" Joan's voice was soft but insistent.

"Uh, yeah," I replied, my voice slightly hoarse.

Joan and I have also grown closer lately. She's the type who notices everything—she found out about my feelings for George the day they arrived. She didn't let up, teasing me mercilessly until I finally admitted I felt something. She's been endlessly talking about George ever since, eager to help but knowing her efforts might be futile—especially since George is with Jackson.

"Thinking about her?" Joan asked, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.

"What? No," I quickly denied, though an involuntary smile betrayed me.

Of course she knew. I think about George constantly. How could I not? She's been on my mind ever since we met. It's like she's become a part of me, impossible to ignore.

"Taehyung, can you grab some water?" Namjoon's voice broke through my thoughts. I nodded and headed to the kitchen.

I poured water into a glass, half full, when I heard the doorbell ring. Who would come at this hour? I doubted it was George. I set the glass down and went to answer the door.