masquerade//pjm

thirty-seven

"Got them." He dangled the keys on his fingertips as he ran down the hall towards the hall to his best friend. Yoongi smiled and took them.

"Thanks, man." He pushed the key into the slot and it fit, sliding the library doors open. "Cool."

"You good?"

"Yeah-- you can get back." He smiled, walking in and flicking on the lights. Jimin waved to his friend before jogging back down the hall, suit and all. He approached the gym slightly sweaty but it wasn't too bad. He was pretty sure you'd called Yoongi hot when he was sweating once. Hopefully, that applied for him too.

He walked into a slow song and laughed to see you and Jungkook dancing together. Jungkook wasn't even touching you, too nervous to do so until you reached back and pressed his palms flat against your waist. Jimin chuckled.

"Jimin."

He turned to the voice and she batted her eyelashes at him. "JM/EX."

"Wanna dance?" 

He smirked."I'm waiting for my girl, sorry."

"Your girl?" He nodded. "And why the fuck would you need to be waiting for her-- she looks smitten."

"I can wait for whoever I want." He stared down at his ex-girlfriend as she wrapped her arms around his neck. For some reason, he didn't like it how he thought he would. "Dude-- stop."

"I wanna dance, Jimin." She was one of the few who'd drinken the punch, it seemed. He put his hands on her wrists to pull her away from him.

"I don't; you should get back to your friends."

"Don't you miss me?" She titled her head and leaned into him. His body tensed. "Don't you want me back-- I know you do."

"You should get off of me." She trailed her finger down his neck and to the collar of his shirt, tugging at it. He cleared his throat. "JM/EX."

"I know you miss me, baby," she whispered, right into his ear. "You don't like her-- you can't like her."

"Why not?"

"Look at her and look at me." Jimin looked down at his ex. "She's ugly-- you said it yourself."

"She isn't ugly," Jimin muttered, growing defensive. "Don't say that about people."

"It's the truth-- she thinks she's hot and shit 'cause her brother's hot." JM/EX let out a loud laugh. "She really thinks she looks good in that dress?"

"She looks gorgeous, actually-- jm/ex, get your hands off of me."

"I don't think you want that, Jiminie."

"I do-- get off of me. I don't want to have to push you."

"Hm?" She closed her eyes as she leaned up and pressed her palm to the back of his head. "You missed me, right?"

And pulled him down to press his lips to hers.

It took Jimin a minute to realize what was going on. His hands weren't even on her and he finally used force to push her off of him. She stumbled back a little but still went back to him, taking his hand and pulling.

"Let's go outside to talk, baby." He looked over his shoulder to see you pressed into Jungkook, the younger boy's eyes throwing daggers into him. Jimin cursed as he followed his ex out of the dance.

"What the fuck."

"What happened?" She ran a hand down his chest and he pushed her off again and turned. Her arms went around his waist and he removed himself.