masquerade//pjm

twelve

an// warning: underage drinking don't worry, nothing serious happens but i thought it would be important to mention :)

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"You said Yoongi would be here," you groaned, sitting down on a couch. Jimin plopped down next to you, his thigh pressed right up against yours. You stretched your dress down as he sat up, hands clasped together, forearms on his knees.

"He said he'd be here." 

When you'd arrived, there hadn't been more than ten people in Hoseok's house. His parents had gone out for the weekend and so he'd decided to host a party. His house was the perfect place to have a party and with many people pitching in for alcohol, all the boxes were ticked.

Bonus: he had a pool.

"Where's Jungkook and the rest of the team?" you asked, leaning in to speak to your boyfriend over the loud music. Jimin shrugged.

"Here soon, I think." He flicked through his phone.

Now there were more than enough people for a party to run. It was loud and you kept your eye out for Yoongi. That's all you were here for anyway. "I want a drink," you said, tapping Jimin's thigh. He looked up.

"What do you want?"

"I don't know, surprise me, asshole?" He smirked and stood, leaving you alone on the couch as he went to fill a red solo cup for you. He returned. "What about for you?"

"I have to drive you home-- I can't drink." You rolled your eyes and took a sip and the liquid burned your throat and you winced. "Slowly, stupid."

"Shut up." Jimin sat back down and sighed, leaning back against the couch with one arm thrown over the back of it. You leaned back too, drinking slowly. "What do people even do at parties?" you asked, watching people dance and stand around and do nothing.

"Have fun?"

"This is boring," you mumbled. "Jin's university graduation ceremony was more fun than this." He chuckled. "When do we get to le--"

"There's your Yoongi," Jimin whispered, cutting you off. You looked over the top of your cup to see Yoongi walk in. He was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, a light jacket thrown over top. You almost drooled.

"He looks so hot."

Jimin sighed. "I'm wearing practically the same thing." You rolled your eyes, practically prying your eyes away from your crush to look at Jimin.

"You aren't Yoongi." He yawned and you swallowed the rest of your drink. "Get me mo-- oh my god, he's looking at us."

"Yo," Jimin called out. Yoongi's eyes focused, glancing down at you before giving Jimin a curt nod. He turned to say something to Hoseok, bumping fists with him before making his way over. You grabbed Jimin's hand but he pulled away.

"What are you doing?" he hissed.

"Put your hand on my thigh, dumbfuck." He glared as you pushed his palm onto your thigh, just above your knee. He squeezed and Yoongi walked towards you.

"Hey."

"Hey, Min." He took a seat on the couch across from you, sitting right on the armrest. He was so hot.

Jimin rubbed circles on your thigh and you shivered, catching Yoongi's attention. You fixed your hair and spoke up. "Did you get a drink, Yoongs?"

"No, I don't really drink much." You nodded and rested your cup on the top of Jimin's hand. He looked down at it and you smiled.

"Can you get me another drink?" 

Jimin sighed. "Right now?" You bore your teeth. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth. He stood up and took your cup, leaning down once more. "You can't drink too much-- we have to pretend to go upstairs once she gets here and we shouldn't do that if you're drunk."