LEGO HOUSE

Chapter 13: Moving

You hung the heavy shopping bags onto your thin arms, and hoisted some onto your shoulder before starting your hike back home.

You were lucky the weather was cold, or you'd be sweating up a storm from the high-intensity workout.

After what seemed like an eternity, you were at the complex, and in the elevator.

You just prayed that you wouldn't run into Jungkook on the way in, but with your luck, it was inevitable.

Which was why you weren't surprised to see Jungkook unlocking his door when the elevator doors opened.

He looked up, smiling softly when he saw you, but you ignored him, bending down to pick up the grocery bags you'd set down momentarily to rest your red arms.

But before you could get the remainder of the bags into your hands, Jungkook's familiar hand gathered the rest, and he held the elevator door open for you as you exited.

Still ignoring him, you walked to your apartment, Jungkook silently on your tail.

Typing in your passcode, you walked in, Jungkook following you with your groceries.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked, setting the bags down on the kitchen island.

"Just because you helped me doesn't mean I'm talking to you." You snapped, crossing your arms and turning away stubbornly.

"You just did." He retaliated, and you could hear the smugness dripping from his smooth voice.

You didn't acknowledge him, walking past him to put the groceries away.

"You're welcome for letting you stay the night." Jungkook added, but you simply rolled your eyes, taking your anger out onto the gallon of milk you were trying to shove into the crammed refrigerator.

"Y/N, I'm sorry." He finally said, a defeated tone to his tired voice.

You stopped assaulting the milk, turning to Jungkook, who sat at the island, his face in his hands as he rubbed his temples.

"I didn't even mean what I said, I don't even know why I said it." He mumbled, clearly feeling guilty about the harsh words that were spoken a few nights ago.

"But you did." You crossed your arms, frowning.

He looked up, running a hand through his hair.

"I know I did. And I feel terrible." He groaned, tugging at the roots of his hair.

"Stop that." You mumbled, approaching him and gently taking his hands out of his hair.

"I know you didn't mean it. But that doesn't make it okay." You said, softly, taking his large hand into your significantly smaller ones.

"But," You started, and Jungkook looked up, his eyes glistening.

Your breath caught in your throat.

He'd been crying, and unshed tears clung to his eyelashes.

He looked up at you, through teary eyes, his hair tousled messily and his skin glowing.

He looked ethereal.

Quickly clearing your throat, you put on an awkward, yet reassuring, smile.

"But," You started once again. "Because I'm such a generous, kind, forgiving friend," You paused at the sound of muffled laughter coming from Jungkook.

"I forgive you." You finished with a frown.

You looked at Jungkook, who had tears rolling down his face, but something was off.