Spring Day // Kim Taehyung ( V )

Chapter 54 - I think Im inlove again.

"I missed you too" I whispered softly, voice trembling with a mixture of longing and pain.

"But i'm ready to let go" I added, my tone strained but resolute. I reached out to gently cup his face, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. His shoulders shuddered as tears welled up, falling freely now as I held him close, trying to imprint this moment into memory.

For the first time, I understood that holding onto my feelings for Jackson was only hurting us both. It was time—long overdue—to release the grip I had on the past, on what could have been. I loved him, yes, but I'd come to realize that love also meant knowing when to let go. I needed to find love within myself, to stop waiting for something that was no longer meant to be.

Jackson's voice cracked, trembling with desperation. "I'm not ready to let go, George."

My heart clenched painfully. "You have to. It's the only way for us to find peace, to stop hurting. Neither of us can truly be happy while we're holding on to each other like this. You deserve to love Rosé, just as I deserve to love myself. She needs you now more than I do, and I need to accept that."

He pulled back slightly, eyes shimmering with unspoken anguish. "But it's hard to let go..."

I mustered a gentle smile, the kind that masks a thousand unspoken words. "I've been through it myself. I've learned that healing comes with time. It's painful now, but it will get better."

He looked at me, confusion and pain swirling in his gaze. "How can you say that?"

"Because I've faced it," I replied quietly, my voice steady. "I've found a way to be okay again."

It was true. I'd spent days wrestling with my feelings, questioning whether I could move on. But now, I felt a lightness inside—a sense of clarity that hadn't been there before. I knew I was truly healing because I no longer longed to be with Jackson. I was beginning to see my worth, thanks to someone who had quietly become my anchor amidst the chaos.

Taehyung.

Thinking of him brought a warm smile to my face. He had been my silent supporter, my quiet savior. He showed me that love wasn't just about grand gestures but about patience, understanding, and unwavering presence. He taught me how to love myself again, even when the person I loved the most couldn't love me back.

He had shown me that it was possible to carry on, even in the face of heartbreak. His small acts of kindness, his effortless patience—these had been my lessons in resilience. And though I had been blind to his feelings, I now saw the depth of his care, the sincerity behind his actions.

He always reminded me that I am valuable, deserving of happiness. And in his quiet, persistent way, he proved that love could be gentle yet strong—a steady flame amid the darkness.

Jackson's voice broke through my thoughts, trembling. "It's my fault," he admitted softly.

"What do you mean?"

"I hate seeing your eyes sparkle when you talk about Taehyung. I hate that I left you behind. It's my fault for losing you."

I watched him, the raw pain etched into his features. I understood that release, that catharsis—sometimes tears are the only way to unburden oneself. I didn't try to stop him; I knew he needed to feel everything.

He hesitated before speaking again. "But now... I can't help but see you with him. It's obvious you like him."

A sudden realization washed over me. Maybe I'd been denying it for too long, afraid of what that meant. For a long time, I'd been consumed by Jackson, convinced that he was my everything. But now, I saw clearly: Taehyung had become my source of stability, my sense of completeness.

I took a breath, allowing the truth to surface. "Yes," I finally admitted softly. "I do like Taehyung. More than I expected."

Jackson nodded slowly, a faint, bittersweet smile touching his lips. He leaned in, pressing one last gentle kiss to my forehead before stepping back. His hand lingered on mine for a moment, then he released it, walking away—leaving me alone in the quiet of the park.

I wasn't crying. Instead, I felt an unexpected serenity. My mind replayed the words Taehyung had spoken to me—the small gestures, the sincere encouragement, the quiet hope he carried. All of it made sense now. His words weren't just casual compliments—they were declarations of his feelings, his belief in us, and his patience.

From the first time he heard me sing, he offered words that seemed simple but carried so much meaning: "You have a beautiful voice."

He was never just a friend. His teasing remarks, his gentle persistence—they were more than that. They were a testament to his affection, his desire to see me happy.

And now, I could see it clearly: I was falling in love with him.

Taehyung had been my anchor when I thought I was drowning. His unwavering presence, his quiet strength—it had helped me rediscover my worth. I owed him so much more than I had given. It was time I acknowledged what my heart had been hinting at all along.

As I sat there, watching the world continue around me, I realized that my journey wasn't about forgetting Jackson but about embracing the new chapter waiting ahead. With Taehyung by my side, perhaps this was the beginning of something genuine—a love rooted in understanding, patience, and hope.

And for the first time in a long while, I felt ready to face whatever tomorrow would bring.

Walking home, a subtle smile lingered on my lips—an unspoken excitement that refused to fade. The anticipation of seeing Taehyung had become almost a part of me, a quiet rhythm that carried me through the evening streets. I was eager to return, not just to be in his presence but to finally share what had been quietly blossoming inside.

For a while now, I'd sensed the unspoken connection between us, the subtle glances and shared moments that hinted at something more. I wasn't interested in hiding my feelings anymore. I understood how he felt—there was a clarity in his gestures, in the way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't paying attention.

Tonight felt different. It was the moment to be honest, to reciprocate the emotions I'd been holding back. I knew this was more than just a passing infatuation; it was a genuine part of who I was becoming. As I approached my door, I felt a calm resolve settle over me. This wasn't just about returning a favor or matching his feelings—it was about embracing something real, something worth risking everything for.

With each step, I prepared myself to step into that vulnerability, knowing that whatever the outcome, I'd be true to what I felt. And in that honesty, I hoped, we could build something genuine—something that was worth every moment of uncertainty.