Oneshots of John lock<3

Upset John.(bbc)

John had been silent with Sherlock all day, he knew he had said something to upset him but he couldn't imagine what. He tried talking to him but John wouldn't respond, making Sherlocks heart clench in discomfort. He even called Mycroft for help, but he told sherlock to give his lover a break, and that he'd been a handful since birth. But he couldn't. He set out to the kitchen, making John a cup of tea, placing a few biscuits on the side of the plate. If he approached him with a gift he couldn't just walk away, he couldn't. Small noises from the spoon hitting the sides of the cup echoed to apartment, he couldn't remember a time it had been this quiet. He starred at Johns silhouette through the crack of the bedroom door, the man was on his laptop at the desk. It was the perfect moment. Sherlock secured the plate with both of his hands entering the room.
"I made you some tea." The slender man hummed gently, placing it on the corner of the desk. He hoped for Atleast a smile, but instead got ignored. "John, are you feeling okay? I've apologised. I don't know what I've done." Sherlock was never good at interaction, he usually said the wrong things. He never meant to. He blamed that on this moment.
"Yeah, great." John picked up the tea walking back to the kitchen.
"John?" Sherlock stood outside the door, seeing John stare back at him as he tipped the freshly made tea down the sink. "Oh." Was all Sherlock could say, he was visibly hurt. Though John wasn't bothered, he pushed against the taller man entering the bedroom, closing the door on his face. Ouch. "I.. listen John, can we talk? I'll try fix whatever I've done."
"Piss off."

When night came sherlock had his violin placed against his chin, he was playing one of his favourite pieces while wondering around the living area. Though after a couple minutes he saw John staring at him from the bedroom door. "Oh, sorry. I'm guessing I was too loud." The detective placed his violin on the table staring back at John.
"I wanted to apologise."
"But I thought you were mad at me for doing something wrong?"
"I was, and am. You just don't know when your being insensitive. But, I shouldn't of that way."
"Oh.. we'll. your forgiven?" The uncertainty in Sherlocks voice couldn't be more obvious. Johns Arms opened, and Sherlock took no time to run over and hug John, feeling his worries slowly shrink away. "Humans are so confusing.."
John just chuckled in return, guiding them back to their room.