masquerade//pjm

one

an// hello! once again, before you begin reading, please look at the warnings carefully and make sure there's nothing that will make you uncomfortable about this book. if anything does, please click out now and check out one of my other books! most of them aren't like this and i'd love for you to check them out :)

warnings for this book: heavy foul language (use of the word fuck in like every coversation that y/n and jimin have), mentions of sex, use of the word dick in like every sentence, rather suggestive, a little bit of violence, cheating, they're really really mean to each other, manipulation (of people. sorta.), underage drinking, use of drugs (not by any of the members or y/n though).

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"Move, princess." You rolled your eyes at Jimin's voice.

"Be patient, you asshole." He chuckled and waited for you to finish. "Why is your gym bag falling into my bottom shelf-- I barely have room for my jacket."

"Then put your jacket somewhere else." You took his basketball bag out and dropped it to the floor. He grabbed it. "Pri--"

"I need room for my jacket-- I just got it dry cleaned." You brushed it off as he moved you over to shove his bag back in. "If there's any dust on that, I will personally make sure you can't feel your ba--"

"Yo." Your eyes widened in a pleasant way as you turned away from your locker mate and to your soulmate.

"Oh-- I didn't even hear you!" you gasped, fingers reaching up to fix your hair. Yoongi sighed, pulling out his phone. "You are so quiet." You twirled some hair around your finger.

"Hey, y/n." 

You blushed. "Hi, Yoongs." You shut your locker, purposely locking it. Yoongi leaned against the locker next to yours as he scrolled through his phone. "What are you looking at?"

"Twitter." You hummed and rocked on your feet as Jimin reopened your locker with a glare.

"Well." You stepped closer to him and he backed up and turned on his side, leaning against a locker with his bicep. "I had something to ask you, Yoongs." He sighed.

"Yeah?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to take me to the spring dance?" You smiled.

"Uh--"

"Perfect! I already have my dress so I'll just send you a picture and the name of the colour and you can order a tie to ma--"

"He said no, princess." 

You glared at Jimin. "Stop calling me that." Your voice softened as you turned back to Yoongi. "What was that, Yoongs?"

"I said I wasn't interested, actually." He stood up and you staggered to the side. "But, uh, good luck with finding another date."

"But Yoongs-- you always do this!" He shrugged and waited. "Yoongi..."

"He said he isn't interested; isn't this, like, harassment?" You glared as Jimin spoke. "Also, I need these off of my shelf." Jimin dropped a box of tampons into your arms.

"I need them there-- there's no room on my shelf." You shoved him over to set them down. "You have plenty of room; learn to share, fuckface."

"Excuse me, princess, I get a whole shelf for my shit, not for your--"

"Well, where else am I supposed to put them? And what shit? You barely go to class anywa--"

"Can I go, Jimin?" Yoongi spoke up, still on his phone. 

You sighed. "See, now you've pissed Yoongi off too--"

"Actually, I just have robotics." Yoongi pushed off of the lockers and shook hands with Jimin, doing something with their thumbs as you watched. "I'll, uh-- see you around, y/n."