masquerade//pjm

twenty

an// hey guys! i know it's been a while and that ive been really bad at posting but ive just been so busy :/ i'm on winter break now so i should be a lot better at it in the coming weeks :) love you

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"Stupid piece of shit-- there was a bonus word in there." You rolled your eyes as you moved onto the next level.

"You should've told me before I found the last word."

"Go back."

"You can't."

"What kind of fucking game is this?"

"One that's good for you-- I bet your IQ has risen drastically in the last hour." Jimin rolled his eyes at your comment and sat up properly. You straightened out your back from having hunched over to support Jimin's weight on your shoulder. "For a small person, you're heavy."

He scoffed. "I'm not small," he retorted, looking around the field, eyes landing on jm/ex as she did a tumble.

"You so are small-- Jungkook talks about it all the time."

"Fucking Jeon." You laughed and beat the next level of your word game without Jimin's help. When jm/ex glanced over at you, he was quick to lean against you again. You groaned.

"Stop it."

"Sit in my lap then."  You stood and decided to sit in between his legs instead as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. You sighed as Jimin looked up to see jm/ex roll her eyes and run back to her cheer friends to tell them about the sight. Jimin chuckled and you hit him in the arm.

"Stop doing that in my ear."

"Do you notice how you physically assault me every single day and I just take it?"

"Hit me back." He rolled his eyes above you and you laughed, receiving no response. "Cute."

"Can I have a turn?" he asked, reaching for your phone. You pulled it away and forced him to just play verbally, calling out words for you to connect.

"You're not bad at this, Park."

"I'm gonna get it and get to a higher level than you tonight."

"Good luck with that-- I'm on 436."

"I bet Namjoon hyung helped you with that." You rolled your eyes, knowing it was true. "Here, I'm gonna download it n---"

You squirmed to the side as his phone vibrated against you from his front pocket. He leaned back to pull it out. "Get it off of me."

"I am, I am-- oh look." He flashed the phone in front of you before hitting answer. He leaned back against the seat of the bleacher behind him. You turned to watch him talk to Yoongi.

"Hello?"

"Hey, dude."

"How's the leg?" Yoongi let out a sigh on his end.

"My ankle's swollen like shit," he muttered. Jimin laughed a little. "And I've just got ice on it."

"Just resting on it?"

"Mhm."

"Shit."

"Anyway-- I called to say good luck in court." Jimin frowned, sitting straight up. You tilted your head as his eyes found yours.

"What do you mean-- wait, you can't-- you can't come?" You frowned, leaning closer to listen too. Yoongi was silent for a moment.

"Dude, I can't walk."

"Wait-- shit," Jimin ran a hand through his hair. "You can't come like--"

"I thought you'd know, I-- I didn't realize you'd still expect me there, Park." Jimin's eyes widened a little. He didn't think about that at all-- he'd assumed Yoongi would be able to walk in crutches. "I'm sorry."