✰Roomies

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟘~Ⓒⓞⓝⓢⓔⓠⓤⓔⓝⓒⓔⓢ

On the car ride back to the apartment, Taehyung and I began discussing how we were going to transfer everything up ten whole floors. Even with the elevator, our mission was going to be hard. Once again, Costco does not use plastic bags, so we both insisted on getting a hold of a luggage cart. This was seriously the last thing I wanted to do.

If you thought that was bad, Tae and I also had another challenge on our plate: discretion.

There was no possible way we could make this thing work if someone identified Taehyung and then saw him with me, a woman. That would certainly not be good. However, it was around 12:30, so I did have high hopes that we could succeed and do this in a smooth and timely fashion.

Before we arrived at the building, Taehyung pulled into the same alley Jimin was in earlier and parked the car.

"I have a plan." V stated immediately. "There's a side door over there." He pointed. "Since I have the key card to unlock it, I'll go first and get the cart, so start unloading when I leave."

Hmm, well it sounds reasonable so far.

"Alright, but how do we get to the elevator? Isn't it on the other side?" I questioned with a perked eyebrow.

"I'm glad you asked. When you enter that door, there is an elevator only a short walk down a small hallway. It's really just reserved for maintenance, but I get a free pass considering I'm me and all," Taehyung smirked haughtily.

Omg. I blinked at him, shaking my head.

"Goodness," I said, lifting my lips slightly. This guy though. "Okay okay, shoo. I want to go to bed, so hurry back please."

Taehyung nodded, and saying "Wish me luck," he unbuckled and got out, walking towards the side door. After he disappeared, I too left the warm embrace of the Porsche, and opened the trunk.

Just the sight of the groceries and appliances made me want to cry. Why did we even go to Costco in the first place? I mean, what about the E-mart he mentioned previously? Tightening my scarf around half my face, I reached for snacks first, piling as many of the small boxes and bags I could handle in my arms.

I ambled straight to the door, not bothering to close the trunk. The snow was falling harder, making it difficult to see where I was going. Praying I wasn't going to slip, I somehow made it the door.

But as soon as I placed my hand on the handle, something fell from my shaky grasp. Growling, I bent over to pick up whatever it was Taehyung had bought. To add to my irritation, another item landed in the thick snow right as I grabbed the first thing I dropped.

That's freaking it.

I let out a string of curse words Jesus would cringe at, and kicked the box in amped frustration.

Feeling no remorse, I tried with the door handle again, failing a second time. It was too slippery, and it was impossible to free my hands from this crap.

Wait. The door is locked. That blue-haired idiot actually left me out here! Where the hell was Taehyung anyway?! He was taking far too long!

Out of no where, something hit my foot. Hard.

"Ouch!" I cried. I glanced down to find a large, metal jar filled with pretzels lying on its side. When did we ever get that? It didn't matter how hard I tried to remember. Nothing was popping up. Taehyung must have placed it in the cart when I wasn't looking. Heck, I don't even recall grabbing it out of the trunk. And what jar of pretzels is made of metal, rather than plastic?

Then the box I kicked popped up in my mind, and I decided to go and find it before getting to the pretzels, which was in turn a larger container. Turning around, I shielded my eyes from the strong wind that had picked up, and spotted the yellow corner of the snack box near a dim street light.

All of a sudden, I swayed, yellow spots swarming my vision. Shit. I closed my eyes, feeling the overwhelming urge to lay in the snow and never wake up.

My stomach was not satisfied with the one cheeseburger I had more than five hours ago, and exhaustion crept its tendrils into my icy body. I needed to reboot and move, like I literally cannot die because of my stupidity.

Cracking my eyes open, I forced my right leg to move, and willed my left leg to follow. Fat snowflakes clouded my line of sight. Shoot, which direction was I heading in? The street light was acting like a broken lighthouse, not doing its best to safely guide me.

I wavered as I lamely walked, unbalanced due to the stack of food I was holding. Could this day actually get any worse? Why can't I find this damn box??

"I hate myself," I groaned, wishing I had never kicked the package. "I'm sorry snacky, I really am, please present yourself in any way, shape, or form, because that wou-"

The next thing I knew, the groceries fell from my hold, and I was flailing in the frozen air. I guess it really is important to be careful what you wish for.

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