masquerade//pjm

twenty-eight

"Ketchup."

"I just gave you the ketchup."

"I need more." Jimin groaned as he reached for the bag that was thrown somewhere on top turned of the blankets. He shoved a fry in his mouth as he tossed it to you. You looked for another packet of ketchup but came up with nothing.

"Can I have some of yours?"

"I double-dipped."

"Piece of shit." You ate your fries dry as Ron Weasely appeared on the screen. "Ron's kinda cute."

"He looks like he hasn't showered in three days."

"And he's still hotter than you and you showered twenty minutes ago." Jimin turned to glare at you in the dark. He grinned wide and shoved a fry in your mouth.

You'd resorted to skip the dishes-ing McDonald's, seeing as none of the hotel food looked appealing at all. None of the meals were within a price range that even Jimin was comfortable with making his parents pay for.

So after a brief argument regarding pizza, sushi and fried chicken, McDonald's had become the Chosen One.

"I swear, y/n, if there are crumbs from your stupid fries when I try to sleep tonight, I'm going to murder you."

"In my sleep?"

"Yes?"

"You could at least make my death more dramatic." Jimin rolled his eyes, still staring at the TV hung up in front of you. "Girl dies in her sleep in a hotel room. Fake boyfriend stabs her with a fry."

"At least I sound cool in it," he sighed, taking a sip of your sprite. You grabbed the cup from him.

"We agreed that you get the burger if I got the drink," you whined, clinking the drink around in the cup. "Now it's almost empty!"

"Fine." He unwrapped more of his dinner and held it to you. You smiled and leaned in to take a very massive bite. He glared but didn't say anything. Only fair considering the amount of your drink he'd taken.

"Isn't Harry Potter slightly overrated?" you asked, staring at the screen. "I mean, he's cute and all but, why?"

"When are we sleeping?"

"As soon as I finish eating." You popped the last fry into your mouth just as he reached into the bag for more. He pulled away with a frown. "And that'd be now." Jimin shoved the rest of his burger into his mouth and you dropped the bag into his lap as he crumpled up the wrapping of his dinner. He moved it to yours. You threw it at him.

"Why do I have to throw it out?" he asked in a whine.

"Because you're a gentleman."

"When have I ever been a gentleman for you?"

He rolled his eyes as you got out of bed to throw both of your garbage out. He stretched his arms and you both let the movie play as you got ready for bed.

The whole getting ready for bed together thing was something you both were getting very used to. You brushed out your hair and remade the bed while he used the bathroom, only letting you in once he'd started brushing your teeth. You brushed your teeth together, shoving each other out of the mirror before he left to let you use the bathroom.

And then you got back into bed while he looked for a small lamp to leave lit through the night. "Can we leave this one on?" he asked, gesturing to the one on one side of the bed. You shrugged, not wanting to talk about it as you sink further into the sheets. "But it'll be really bright; I won't be able to sleep."