masquerade//pjm

fifteen

"Absolutely not."

"Why not, babe?"

"You really didn't bring a sleeping bag?" Jimin smirked. "Nice try-- I have a sleeping bag you can use." He groaned as you walked to your closet, reaching up to your shelf to pull it down. You set the bag on the floor and Jimin stared.

"You want me to go to sleep now?"

"No, you still have to ask Jin." Jimin sighed. "And you have to eat dinner."

"Right." He grinned, rubbing his hands together. "I get to meet your sister-in-law." You stared.

"That sounds--"

"Shut up." You rolled your eyes and opened your bag to put your things away. Jimin watched and you glanced up.

You snapped at him. "What?"

"Shit, babe-- nothing."

He stared down at the sleeping bag and sighed, rolling it out for later. You glared as he took one of your pillows and set it on his make shift bed. "Did you at least bring clothes and a toothbrush?"

"Oh-- no toothbrush." You sighed and walked into your bathroom. Rummaging through your cupboards, you found a new brush, still wrapped in plastic. You threw it at his back and he bent down to grab it. He tossed it on top of his things and walked around your room surveying it.

He felt that your room fit you well. It was a mess, to say the least, but it had touches of you everywhere. Sure, you'd grown up here and that was bound to happen, but it was more than that. He couldn't imagine this being anyone else's room.

"I'm half-naked in that picture, you pervert." Jimin blinked and his eyes focused on the picture his gaze had landed on. He smiled.

"You were like, four."

"Three," you corrected. Jimin smiled at toddler-you, held up in Jin's arms as you played at the beach.

"Cute."

"Jin and Moon should be awake now," you said with a nod. "We can go ask now." Jimin shrugged.

"Sure. He naps with her?" You nodded and he followed you out of your room. "You have a nice house, dude."

"Thanks."

"Where are your parents again?" You sighed, already hearing Moon's giggled echoing down on the main floor as Jin cooked dinner.

"On a trip-- second honeymoon." He nodded. He knew all about away parents. "That's why Jin's here."

"What about me?" Jin turned in a moment, still keeping his hand behind him to stir whatever was on the stove. "Ah! Jimin-- are you joining us for dinner? It'll just be a minute. Take a seat."

"Thanks, hyung." He went to take a seat at the table, welcomed by a giggling Moon. You pushed yourself up onto the kitchen counter as Jin hissed.

"You're going to knock something over one of these days."

"So we have something to ask you." Jin nodded, measuring out some spice to pour into his concoction. "Well, Jimin's staying the night."

"That didn't sound like a question to m--" Jin paused. "What?"

"Yep-- I got him my sleeping bag and he's staying the night."

"For what purpose?"

"He hates his parents?" Jin frowned. "So he asked to stay over."

"He's your boyfriend." 

You groaned. "I'm aware."

"The door stays open all night."