Roommates | PJM ✔

xii. Moving Boxes

He turned to Alice who was on the ground and held up the frame. "Keep?" He raised his eyebrows. She looked up and squinted toward the picture, observing it for a second before looking back down at the plates.

"Throw it away."

He furrowed his eyebrows at her words before glancing back at the picture. He figured it was because of her mother standing next to her. He frowned, knowing the hurt Alice felt because of her mother, but he didn't want to throw it away because she might regret it after. So, instead of opening the huge trash bag, he placed it underneath the previous picture's frame upside down and continued on the shelf.

Another hour or so had passed and many boxes were filled, and they just had to tape them closed. The boxes were named accordingly, some designated for donation and some for storage.

"You didn't have to help me pack, you know?" Alice looked over and said to Jimin, putting her hands on her hips after taping a box. She wrapped her arms around the box before picking it up, furrowing her eyebrows when realizing how heavy it was. She had to bring it to the door and she was basically waddling like a penguin.

"I couldn't let you do it alone," Jimin replied while sitting down and taping a box. He noticed her in the corner of his eye and quickly stood up, dropping the tape he was holding. He jogged to Alice and put his arms around the box in her stead, carrying it as if it was nothing.

"Thanks, to the door please," Alice nodded and pointed to the door. She made her way back to the other box she had taped and picked it up slowly, it being heavier than the last one.

Jimin set down the box with a huff and saw her struggling again. He couldn't help but stifle a laugh before jogging to her again, getting the box out of her hands. He grunted a bit at the heaviness. "What is in here? A baby whale?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?" Alice chuckled before turning around again. A laugh fell from Jimin's lips before he shifted the box in his arms.

"Don't make me laugh, I will drop this," he chuckled and threw his head back. 

"Poor whale," she joked as she picked up tape again.

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Alice's eyes scanned the empty living room before letting out a sigh.

Only a couple days had passed and all of the furniture was gone, either being sold, donated, or put into the storage unit. It was difficult, but fortunately she had Jimin with her to do the heavy lifting. She felt guilty that he was taking his practice time away to help her, but every time she would tell him to go home, he would refuse without hesitation.

"I think that's everything," Jimin wiped his hands on his pants while walking from the hallway to the bedrooms. He had checked each room one last time before they were off to go to Jimin's house. He looked up at her and noticed the sadness radiating off of her expression as she looked around the room. He couldn't help but frown.

"Hey, you okay?" He walked to her and put a hand on her back, looking at her face. She only nodded in response, avoiding his eye contact. When he rubbed his hand up and down her back, she could tell that he didn't believe it.

"I'm just worried that my mom will come back and see that everything's gone," she mumbled, eyes meeting Jimin's.

"As long as she's back," a quaint smile formed on his lips, in attempts to brighten the situation.

"As long as she knows it's her fault," Alice swallowed and looked back at the room, crossing her arms.

Jimin released a sigh as he stepped behind her, softly resting his chin on her shoulder, bending over due to the difference in their height.