Chapter 41

                                    

                                          
Her eyes rolled at the sound of her ringtone. It was the eleventh time he had called her that morning, and she was already losing every bit of patience with him. She was convinced that one of her biggest regrets was ever telling him to call her whenever he felt lonely, or whenever he needed help with something. She was thinking of helping him go to the bathroom from the couch or the bed, preparing him food whenever it was time for lunch or dinner, but not for her to pick up the TV control for him, because it was too far from the sofa. 
She stepped inside his house, using the keys he had given her for those circumstances, just to find him lying on his couch. And, by the way he was moving, she was convinced he wasn't in that posture seconds ago, but probably he moved last minute so she wouldn't find him out. 
—What is it now? —she dragged her feet toward the door that linked the entrance with the living room. 
—I noticed that the framework is a bit crooked to the left —he pointed with his head toward the abstract painting at her right. 
—Did you seriously call me for that? —she sighed— Ignore it —she rolled her eyes. 
—It's driving me nuts —he huffed—. You know I would get up and straighten it out myself, but I'm afraid I could make the injuries worse by doing it. 
—I'll straighten it out in your head, let's see if that's okay —she mumbled, walking to the painting. 
—What was that? 
—Nothing —she falsely smiled at him. 
Going back to her pissed off expression as soon as she turned around, she proceeded to fix the position of the painting. And Jungkook stared at her, admiring her features: her slightly parted lips while she tried to calculate distances in her head, her frown slightly furrowed while she tried to get the right position. He was sure the framework was even more crooked than when he called her, but he didn't mind. 
—Anything else? 
He shook his head with a happy smile, letting her walk just to the door before he stopped her again. Jungkook didn't hear her huff, but he could see it on the way her head fell to the back while her shoulders dropped, before she turned to him again. 
—Can you bring me some snacks? 
And while she had wanted to curse at him and leave, she still felt weak for the way his eyes looked at her while asking. She headed to the kitchen without saying a word, without arguing back, coming back with a small bag of chocolate chocolate chips cookies. 
—Anything else? 
—If you worked here, you wouldn't have to ask that question. 
—If you weren't a pain in the ass, I wouldn't have to worry about asking that question —she corrected him. 
—You can use my desk. 
He pointed at the gall desk he had on the right corner of his living room, a few meters away from the door to his room. 
—It's not like I can play anything on it in my state. 
By the end of the day, Y/n had settled in his apartment, partly to save her own sanity and primarily because she wanted to check whether he was okay or not. It was a way of calming her own self whenever she wasn't near.
The ridiculous requests dwindled but were replaced with Jungkook just watching her, a faint, satisfied smile on his face as she went about getting things ready for him. When she caught him looking, he just raised an eyebrow and shrugged.
It gave him so much peace to have her there. 
—I know what you are, Jungkook —she mumbled, keeping her eyes away from him.