complicated love | k.th x h.mm x j.jk (completed)

ch | 18

'Well, everyone else does.' Momo sighed, closing the book and shifting her gaze to the table.

'It's just a diary Momo, we won't make fun of it.' Taehyung walked up from behind her, rubbing her shoulders to calm her down.

'Hm, I guess,' she said, 'but aren't we supposed to be packing?'

'Oh! Right!' the two boys said in harmony, getting to work instead of lounging around.

It didn't take long for them to finish since Momo I insisted that she didn't need much things, so only three boxes needed to be carried back. They each carried a box, Momo with the lightest since the boys had said that she couldn't handle the weight of the heavy ones.

Although she hadn't told them that she had to carry four boxes by herself when moving from Japan to Korea.

Since their houses weren't far away they had no problem with walking there. Taehyung first initiated a conversation and they happily walked together, laughter filling the whole neighborhood.

Momo was so engrossed in their conversation that when they turned a corner she didn't notice the person walking towards her. That person, too, wasn't paying attention and they bumped into each other.

The box slipped out of Momo's grip and onto the floor, the corner slowly getting soaked due to the fact that it had fell in a puddle. Everything fell out - including books, a table clock, and her diary.

Jungkook was quick to get the diary, knowing how upset Momo would be if she saw it soaked.

Momo's once injured ankle started to linger with pain once again as she clutched it, not caring that her hair (which she had spent hours perfecting) was getting ruined. A wave of pain surged throughout her body, starting from her foot all the way to her head. She grunted and rolled around, too many places aching and only two hands to hold them.

The person she had bumped into was rubbing their head whilst slowly getting up, more concerned about the condition of their clothes rather than themselves.

'Momo? Wha- Taehyung? Jungkook?'

Taehyung, whose attention was solely on Momo, jerked his head up and saw Dahyun.

'Dahyun?'

'Oh my god, Momo, are you okay?' Dahyun staggers towards Momo, being careful as to not let her shoes get ruined in the process.

She cupped Momo's cheeks whilst Momo continued groaning, hands constantly moving from her ankle to her head. Dahyun, being inexperienced, had no idea what to do. Neither did Taehyung or Jungkook.

'Uhh, someone carry her!' Dahyun exclaimed, fidgeting around.

Jungkook immediately walked over and scooped up Momo into his arms. To him, she weighed like an eight year old, so it was quite easy to carry her. He still had her diary in his hands. Taehyung had laid his box down on a dry surface and began collecting all the contents that had fallen out of the box Momo was carrying.

'Jungkook?' Momo rubbed her eyes and looked up at Jungkook, who in return smiled down at her.

'It's okay noona, you just hurt your ankle.'

This seemed to trigger her memory as she instantly clutched her ankle again. Thinking about the pain made it worse, she guessed. By now Taehyung was carrying two boxes - his and Momo's - and Dahyun carried Jungkook's. Although, she was doing quite a bad job doing so. She constantly reached one hand down to her skirt, checking for scratches and leaving the box in one hand, almost falling.

Soon enough they reached their destination and Taehyung was in a rush to open the door and Jungkook lay Momo's delicate body in the couch. The pain was slowly withering and she was quite sure that she could walk now. (I've never had a sprained before so..)