masquerade//pjm

two

"Those tampons of yours better be gone." You felt Jimin stick his head in the space between your head and the locker door. He rested his chin against your shoulder and you groaned. "Still there."

He pulled away as he grabbed the box. You slapped his hand away and grabbed your things. "Can you not wave this around for everyone to see?"

"Oh, come on, princess-- everyone knows what tampons are." You grabbed the box and shoved it back into his shelf. "And what is it with the whole thing anyway-- don't you all have exploding uteruses anyway? What's the big deal?"

"Shut up before I knock your teeth out?"

"Ouch." He pressed a hand to his heart and you stepped away to shove your textbooks into your bag, pulling your knee up to rest your bag against it as you attempted to zip it. He picked up the box again and pulled a tampon out. "How do these things work anyway?"

"Grow a vagina and find out."

"Oh, the things I would do if I--"

"Ew." You finally pulled the zipper shut on your bag and sighed in relief. He glanced down at you before gabbing his gym bag.

"Any luck with Yoongi?" You glared and he laughed.

"I'd be worried for your non-existent balls if I were you."

"My balls are very much existent, for your information." You glared at him before walking in the direction of the school entrance. "Are you meeting with Kim?"

"Get away from me."

"Come on, princess-- you're being colder than usual." Jimin sighed dramatically. "Ooh, you're heading towards the gym. You must be walking me."

"You wish."

"Ah, but that's what it looks like." You glared at him and he skipped alongside you. "You coming to watch the game on Saturday?"

"No."

"Yoongi will be there," he sang. You looked up.

"He's playing again?" Jimin nodded. "Oh my god! He's playing again!" You laughed and jumped up and down. "He looks so hot playing basketball!"

"Yeah, yeah-- you'll need tickets to the game then." You frowned.

"When did they--"

"Sold out." You let your shoulders droop as you approached the gym. Though they raised right back up as you caught sight of Yoongi shooting hoops, running laps.

"He's already here!" Jimin rolled his eyes and extended his arm in order to block you from stepping in any further. You glared.

"You can't come in; I don't think you're on the boy's basketball team."

"Bullshi--"

"Hyung!" Your attention strayed from Yoongi as another boy ran over to where you were standing. "Coach said that he's gonna have a talk with you and I think it might be about how you did the you know what in the changeroom with your gi--" Jungkook froze at the sight of you.

"Hi, you must be Jungkook." He beamed and nodded, bowing slightly.

"Hi, noona!"

"It's y/n." He smiled at you. "Can I come in?"

"Sure!" 

Jimin rolled his eyes and walked in. "Don't suck up to her too much, Kook-- she's cold under all of that hotness." You glared as Jungkook turned red, eyes flitting around the gym to avoid making contact with yours as he blushed a bit.