Spring Day // Kim Taehyung ( V )

Chapter 47 - take a chance on me

We finally unpacked and settled into our respective rooms within the cabin that Namjoon had purchased over a year ago. It wasn't sprawling, but spacious enough—big enough to comfortably host all twelve of us. The girls and I shared the master bedroom, which was surprisingly luxurious for a cabin in Jeju. With five of us sharing, it was cozy but functional. The boys, naturally, paired up into two rooms, while the remaining three—Jin, Jungkook, and V—claimed the living room as their territory. Their constant banter over who would get which room was amusing, yet ultimately pointless; none of them ended up with the space they initially argued over.

Jimin and J-Hope occupied the room next to us, while Namjoon and Suga took the other. Despite the slight chaos, the atmosphere was relaxed, filled with the low hum of shared familiarity.

Later that evening, we congregated in the living room, debating where to dine. The idea of eating out won, mostly because none of us felt like cooking after a long day. It was also an excuse to explore the surroundings—something about Jeju at night makes everything seem a little more magical.

"You guys good with this?" Jin asked, a gentle smile on his face.

The others nodded without hesitation. Hunger had a way of making decisions simple. The restaurant we chose was semi-fancy, and the moment we stepped inside, the staff's recognition of the boys was palpable. The receptionist's flirtatious charm was unmistakable, and we couldn't help but giggle at her eager attempts to impress.

She led us to a large, round table with a breathtaking view of the ocean, shimmering under the moonlight. I felt a surge of gratitude—being with BTS made every moment feel extraordinary. The service was impeccable, and the atmosphere was intimate and lively at the same time.

Michelle leaned in, eyes wide with admiration. "Wow, you guys are really something. This view... it's like we're the only ones here."

We all chuckled, amused by her awe. Namjoon, ever the leader, clapped his hands. "Let's order. I'm starving."

Patting my stomach enthusiastically, I nodded eagerly. "Yes, please."

Taehyung, seated beside me, whispered with a teasing grin, "You seem really hungry." His tone was light, but I caught the flicker of concern in his eyes.

My stomach's growl was impossible to ignore, and I didn't bother hiding it. Everyone here was hungry—no shame in that.

Within minutes, our food arrived, and the aroma was intoxicating. I swear I could almost taste the flavors just from the smell. My mouth watered, and the temptation to dive in was overwhelming.

"Let's eat well," Jin announced, raising his glass. We all echoed the sentiment, digging into our meal with gusto.

This was perfect—a rare moment of pure joy, a break from the worries weighing on my mind. I savored every bite, feeling like I hadn't eaten in ages.

An hour or two later, we were back at the cabin, exhausted but content. The girls were immersed in their nap, their peaceful faces a contrast to my restless thoughts. I stared at the ceiling, the silence pressing in. I didn't feel like napping despite the long hours of travel. My mind kept circling around Jackson—hoping for a message, a call, anything that might confirm he still cared. A part of me clung to the hope that he'd reach out, that he'd say he still loved me, that it wasn't over.

But deep down, I knew better.

Tears welled up, and I hugged my pillow tightly, sobs muffled in the fabric. The pain felt fresh, unrelenting. I told myself I'd get through this, that I had to—yet the ache lingered.

Suddenly, a soft knock at the door broke the silence. I quickly wiped away tears, trying to appear composed. I brushed my hair and stood, heading to the door and opening it to find Taehyung standing there, his face etched with concern.