masquerade//pjm

twenty-five

an// hi guys!! i know literally no one cares but its exam seasonnn. luckily my english oral went well; my teacher said that i can expect a good mark as soon as i finished :)) next i have two chem exams this week and a psych one too. then bio next week and it'll be overrrr anyway haha go ahead and read now :) love youu

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"Oh." You laughed to yourself as you erased your answer. 

Taehyung turned around. "Are you even paying attention?" You and Namjoon both looked up before laughing all over again.

"Taehyung!"

"I think it looks good." He gave you guys a spin and you laughed even harder at his suit.

"You can't wear shorts with your suit, buddy," Namjoon said with a smile. Tae frowned, looking down at his outfit.

"Why not?" He teased out his hair in the mirror. "I think I look good-- I'm helping Hoseok hyung DJ-- I could use some, uh--"

"No, Tae." You stood and pushed him back into the changeroom. "Try on the green suit I picked out."

"You guys are trying to make me look like a fool," Tae whined. You laughed and returned to Joon. He smiled proudly as you sat back down next to him, taking the workbook he'd brought for you back into your lap. The extra workbook that he'd given you for extra trig practice. So Namjoon of him.

"You're finally getting it, y/n."

"I know!" You clapped your hands together. "Can we get ice cream after Tae's found a suit for the dance?"

"Sure." You beamed and went back to the extra practise problems he'd assigned. "Are you all good with your dress?"

"Mhm, I keep trying it on to make sure it still fits-- if it looks weird I'm sure Park will have a lot to say." Namjoon sighed and you giggled. "It still fits-- I even stole one of his Chanel necklaces!"

"Whose what did you steal?" Taehyung asked, eyebrows furrowed up as he came out in a sparkly green suit. You laughed, throwing your head onto Namjoon's shoulder. He rolled his eyes and went right back into the changeroom.

"Jimin's," you said with a smile. "He let me take it-- but I have to return it which is the dumbest thing I've ever heard of."

"I actually thought you stole something," Namjoon said with a sigh, shaking his head. "Well, I'm glad you're excited about this dance."

"Oh, absolutely." You leaned in. "I'm asking Yoongi to dance-- if he shows up that is. I heard someone say that he bought a ticket but he told me that he wasn't gonna go. We'll see."

Namjoon nodded and sighed, tapping your book. "Get back to work now."

"What about this, guys?" Taehyung stepped out again and both you and Namjoon spoke at the same time.

"No shorts, Taehyung."

He rolled his eyes and stomped back into the changeroom, getting back into his old clothes. "I'm getting the grey one with shorts then-- it looks great."

"No, you aren't."

"Yes I am," he sang back. You rolled your eyes and stood, stretching your arms. "Do you have a mask yet, hyung?" Namjoon shook his head as Taehyung emerged, back in his casual clothing. He held up the suit he was buying. "Let's get ones that match, hyung!"

You pouted and followed them to the counter. "I wanna match with you guys."

"You already got a mask, y/n." You leaned against the counter as Tae pulled out his mother's credit card. "Does Jimin have one to match?"