Spring Day // Kim Taehyung ( V )

Chapter 44 - Help me get over

Taehyung's POV

The silence in the room was heavy, each of us lost in thoughts about what could have broken George's spirit so completely. It might seem like an overreaction, but her well-being matters deeply to us all. We've always treated her like our little princess—my princess—and given her the protection she deserves, especially since she's Namjoon Hyung's sister. It's our duty to keep her safe, no matter what.

Suddenly, Namjoon Hyung broke the quiet. "Do you think it was Jackson?"

The question hung in the air. We all shared the same suspicion—who else could evoke such despair in George's eyes?

The faint sound of a door closing drew our attention. As the four girls entered the room, George looked even more fragile—like a flickering candle about to go out. Her face was devoid of the life we knew; she looked drained, almost hollow.

Jungkook moved first, rising from his seat to make room. He sat beside me, giving her space to approach. Joan gently guided her down next to Namjoon Hyung, who offered her a comforting smile.

"Want to tell your big brother what happened?" Namjoon Hyung asked softly.

George's voice was barely above a whisper. "You probably already know," she replied with a faint, forced smile, leaning into Namjoon Hyung's shoulder.

"I knew it," Suga muttered quietly, a hint of understanding in his tone.

"What did he do?" I asked, my voice edged with frustration, careful not to sound too angry but unable to hide my rising fury.

"She said he dumped her," Joan answered, her tone gentle but firm. George's tear-streaked face betrayed her pain, and she reached for a tissue, her hands trembling.

"Dumped? You? Why?" Jin Hyung's voice was concerned, probing gently.

"I... I don't know," George whispered, tears threatening to fall again. Her voice cracked, betraying her emotional exhaustion.

Seeing her like this was almost too much. I was used to her bright, carefree demeanor—the girl who always had a smile, who radiated warmth. Now, she looked broken, as if the light inside her had been extinguished.

Namjoon Hyung's voice was calm but serious. "Do you want me to talk to him?"

"No," I cut in sharply, my tone sharper than intended. "There's no point. Why would we want her to go back to someone who caused this pain? Who knows if it'll happen again?"

The room grew tense. Some nodded in agreement, others simply stared at George—her eyes fixed on mine, searching for something. Her gaze was steady, almost defiant, despite her fragile appearance. I quickly looked away, unable to bear her hurt expression or let her see the conflict raging inside me—the guilt, the protectiveness, the anger.

"Tae—"

"No, Namjoon," She interrupted this time, voice firm. "He's right."

George looked at me, a faint, fragile smile playing on her lips. It wasn't much, but it was real—weak, yet genuine. In that moment, I saw her strength—her willingness to hold on, even when everything felt like it was falling apart. And I knew, somehow, that she'd find her way back from this—because that's what she did.

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George's POV

'There's no point. Why would we want her to go back to someone who caused this pain? Who knows if it'll happen again?'

The words echoed persistently in my mind as I lifted the steaming cup of hot chocolate to my lips, seeking some semblance of warmth. Outside, the rain continued its steady rhythm, each drop a reminder of the quiet solitude I'd chosen. The girls had gone grocery shopping with the hyungs, leaving me behind with the maknaes, who were absorbed in their video games inside. I preferred it this way—alone with the rain, with my thoughts.

A gentle voice broke the silence. "Feeling better?" Taehyung approached, a subtle concern flickering behind his warm smile.

I hesitated, then offered a faint smile. "A little."

Truthfully, I wasn't. My eyes still felt swollen, the tears lingering just beneath the surface. I wanted silence, distance—space to process the ache in my chest. Yet, when Taehyung entered this quiet space, I found it easier to let him stay. Maybe because, despite everything, he's become a kind of refuge—a friend I trust more than I expected.

He stepped closer, draping a soft blanket around my shoulders. "It's cold," he said gently. "Thought you might need this."

"You didn't have to—"

He shook his head, voice steady but kind. "I figured you wanted to be alone, so I brought just a little comfort."

I looked at him, surprised by the tenderness in his actions. Taehyung has a way of surprising me—an innate kindness that I'd overlooked before. I used to see him as merely an annoyance, a source of frustration. Now, his presence feels different—necessary, almost. It's a strange realization, given how much I once wanted to keep him at arm's length.

"Stay warm, okay? I'll give you some space," he said softly, turning to leave.

"Wait..."

He paused, glancing back. "Hm?"

"Stay... here," I whispered, voice trembling. "Please."

A soft chuckle escaped him as he settled beside me. Silence stretched between us, only broken by the rain's gentle patter. The sky was obscured by heavy clouds, hiding the stars and moon.

It was uncharacteristic of Taehyung to indulge such a request, but he didn't question it. Instead, he sat quietly, a steady presence I found myself clinging to.

"You don't usually ask for favors from me," he remarked with a light laugh, breaking the quiet.

I managed a weak chuckle in return, taking another sip of hot chocolate. My mind felt heavy. The words I'd been avoiding finally slipped out in a murmur. "I... I'm hurting."

He looked at me, eyes soft with understanding. "It's okay to cry," he said simply. "You don't have to hold it all in."

I met his gaze, searching for something—comfort, reassurance, a reason to believe in tomorrow. But all I saw was genuine concern, a kindness that felt more profound than mere friendship.

And in that moment, I realized something else: I trusted him. More than I wanted to admit.

Slowly, I shifted closer, resting my head on his shoulder. Tears escaped, unbidden, as I allowed myself to feel the pain I'd buried deep.

The pain of losing Jackson.

God, how I loved him. How I still do.

It's unfathomable—how swiftly everything changed. One morning, I woke up to a future I'd envisioned with him, and by nightfall, I was left with nothing but the memories and an ache that refused to fade.

I miss the way his hand felt in mine, the warmth of his embrace, the sound of his voice whispering 'I love you'—so simple, yet so profound. Now, those moments are just echoes, fading into the background of a life that feels incomplete.

How do I face the days ahead? Jackson has always been my anchor, my distraction from the chaos. Without him, everything seems fractured, fragile.

My story, our story—it feels like it's ended, closure I never wanted. And yet, part of me refuses to accept it. How can love be so easily abandoned? How can he say those words and then walk away?

It doesn't make sense. It can't.

Perhaps I've been deceiving myself, clinging to the hope that he still cares, that there's a chance to undo what's been broken. But deep down, I know. Jackson doesn't love me anymore. Not the way I want him to.

That realization is a heavy weight. It's a truth I don't want to face, but I can't deny it.

I want him back. I need him to come back.

"Taehyung..." I whisper, voice thick with emotion.

He turns to me, eyes gentle but knowing. "Yes?"

"Please... help me get over this. I don't know if I can do it alone."

He nods softly, a promise in his eyes. "I will, George. I promise I will."

In that quiet moment, with the rain as our backdrop, I felt the faintest glimmer of hope—fragile but present. Maybe, just maybe, I could find a way forward.