Behind their masks

Who did you like better as a boyfriend, Jaehyo or me?

"Did we really have to do all this today?" I grumbled, wrapping my arms around the last box and trying to make my way to the house without falling over.

"You promised to move in with me after we got engaged." Jimin popped, standing there being useless as he swung his keys around his fingers, watching me struggle to carry the boxes up.

"Yeah but, it's not even been a week." I huffed, dropping the last box onto the front porch.

"So?" He shrugged, closing the car door and making his way to me.

"You're not even helping!" I groaned. I picked up the largest box and shoved it into his arms. "Here take this." I snapped, grabbing his keys and opening the front door.

"Where's Jaehyo, he was supposed to help us." Jimin whined, making his way into the house.

"He's at work." I popped, grabbing another box and following him in.

"I thought he quit." He asked, helping me drag in the rest of the boxes.

"He's working at a pub now." I said, pushing up the last of the boxes to the end of the staircase.

"Ahh," He hummed. "Do you wanna go later?" He said, stretching his arms before picking up the big box and carrying it up the stairs.

"If we finish up moving my stuff in then sure." I popped, bringing my other things up.

"Why do you have so much stuff?" He groaned, dropping the box down in my room right near the door.

"Why are you so annoying?" I mumbled under my breath, pushing the box with my foot so I could get by with another box in my arms.

"What was that?" He popped, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Nothing," I said quickly. "Let's just bring the rest of the stuff in." I hummed.

"I'll put this down here." He said, placing the last box near the foot of my bed.

"Kay, thanks." I hummed, opening up the boxes and beginning to fill the room with my things. "Hey, could you pass me the stuff in that box?" I asked, glancing back at the box near him.

He looked down at the box. "No." He popped, siting down on my bed.

"Why not?" I grumbled.

"You told me not to touch your stuff." He said simply.

"All I'm asking is for you to pass my things from the box, not snoop through it." I retorted, rolling my eyes and moving to the box myself.

"That's still touching your stuff." He shrugged.

"Yah, when I tell you not to call me babe, you don't listen then?" I shot back, pushing the empty boxes to the other side of the room as I went through each of them.

"That's different." He hummed, leaning back and resting his head on the pillows.

"It really isn't." I grumbled. "If you're not gonna help, can you leave?" I shot, pulling up a chair near the window to fix on of the fairy lights that had stopped working.

"What if you need help?" He popped.

"Bitch, you ain't helping now." I snapped, glaring at him.

"I don't feel like helping right now," He scoffed. "Maybe later."

"Maybe you should fuck off." I shot, rolling my eyes again.

"It's my house I'll stay wherever I want." He retorted.

I turned back to the small bulb, twisting it gently until the light flicked back on. I smiled lightly, "These lights are really pretty." I popped loudly, looking back at him to make sure he hadn't fallen asleep or anything.