"Oh my God!" Namjoon screamed as he looked at the clock. "We're late!"

Kara pushed Jimin off of her once she heard those words. "Oh no, this isn't good."

"Should I switch my position or something?" Jimin lowered his brows as he tried to figure the problem out.

"We're late, and it's all because you couldn't keep your damn pants on!" Kara shook his shoulders.

"Bitch, look at you!" Jimin shouted as he pointed to her bare thighs. "Are those Kim Kardashian's new skims, or am I missing something here?!"

"Just get up." Kara rolled her eyes, and climbed off the bed. She rushed towards her wardrobe, eager to pick a dress out. Once Kara opened the doors, her eyes dramatically widened.

"Wow, it's so amazing!" Jimin scoffed as he looked around for his jeans.

"Woah woah woah." Kara furrowed her brows as she walked over to him. "Were you gonna go to the ball wearing your disgusting ripped jeans?"

"Hey!" Jimin snatched them from her hand. "This right here has been through thick and thin with me, so I wouldn't insult it if I were you."

"Yeah, I know. You already told me story of how your pants saved your life one day. I've heard it a million times!"

"So what do you want me to do now?!" Jimin yelled as he threw his jeans to the floor.

"Go over to Namjoon and see what he has to offer you. I'll fix the ends if they're too long for you."

"Okay Kara, no need to be rude." Jimin crossed his arms, and dramatically left the room.

"I can't believe I just had sex with that man." Kara sighed.

"Hm hmm hmm" Namjoon hummed Disney songs as he ironed his clothes. "Hmm, oh hey Jimin." He looked over to the boy with an angry frown on his face.

"Don't hey me." Jimin spat. "I'm pissed!"

"Oh really." Namjoon scratched his head. "I couldn't tell.."

"I'm piSSed brO."

"Okay—we get it." Namjoon stopped him before he said anything else. "Why aren't you wearing any pants, or a shirt?"

"Cause I'm sexy like that." Jimin casually said as he sat on the bed. "Listen.. I need to borrow some of your clothes."

"What, why?" Namjoon asked as he looked over his shoulder. "Didn't I send you and Kara to buy some fancy clothes last week? Didn't you buy something for the auction?"

"Yeah, I kind of took Kara into one of the bathroom stalls there. We had a make-out session, and I kind of took the jacket off, and.. and. Uh, you know." He innocently smiled.

"Uh let's see, NO I DON'T KNOW!"

"Jesus, everyone's being an asscrab today."

"A-A what?" Namjoon stuttered.

"G-Give me your clothes bitch." Jimin spat as he began rummaging through Namjoon's clothes. "I can't imagine anyone getting laid with this outfit."

"Hey!" Namjoon grabbed his sparkly suit from his friend. "Girls love bedazzled things."

"Yeah, let's just call up Paris Hilton so she can take your ass on a 2000's joy ride." Jimin huffed.

"You're just insulting me left and right." Namjoon wiped his imaginary tears.

"Welcome to my life." He muttered, before setting his eyes on a black suit. "Shit, this is perfect." Jimin pulled it from its coat hanger. "And it's exactly my size!"

"How is that possible?" Namjoon raised his brow.

"Well Kara did the laundry yesterday."

"And...?"

"Again.. Kara did the laundry yesterday." Jimin sternly repeated. "Kara, the girl whose lived on the street for all her life and has never used a washing machine did the laundry yesterday."

"Oh." Namjoon looked down at the shrunken clothes. "Well now your problem's solved. Go put this on."

Jimin grabbed the clothes from Namjoon and began dressing himself right there. Namjoon slowly looked over with a dumbfounded stare.

"What?" Jimin shrugged his shoulders.

"This is MY room!" Namjoon emphasized. "How about you go change in YOUR room."

"If I walk in there naked, there's no stopping Kara and I from having sex again."

"Again?" Namjoon's eyes widened.

"Whoops. Too much detail Jimin."

Comment Do you feel it now Mr Krabs if you're still reading.

"Namjoon, you ready?" Kara stepped into the room, just as he was putting his shoes on.

"Well I just have to—"

"Great, let's go!" She grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the hall. "Where's the other one?" Kara mumbled to herself as she peered into all of the rooms.

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"Jimin, what the hell are you doing in there!" Kara slammed her fist against the bathroom door. "We can't be late to this thing!"

"Alright I'm coming, okay?" Jimin groaned before opening the door. "HOT DAMN BABY." He looked Kara up and down while licking his lips.

"Seduce me later." She grabbed his arm, now pulling the both of them towards the elevator.

"We've got two minutes to get to the ball room, or else who knows what will happen." Kara nervously bit her bottom lip.

"Yeah, I mean who would want the Queen showing up in their room at 2 am with a chainsaw going "so you think you can show up late huh? Well this is my turf bitch!"

"Jimin." Kara nudged him as other guests walked by.

"Always at the wrong moment." He sighed.

The elevator doors open and they quickly stepped in, hitting the right floor number. The ride down was silent, as everyone was thinking to themselves.

The elevator came to a stop, and the three of them stepped out. A servant greeted them as they finally arrived. "This way, to the ball." He smiled.

He led them towards the massive doors, that lead to the infamous ball room. Some of the biggest stars walked through these doors, and now it was their turn.

Two servants stood at both sides of the door, when they pulled it open together.

"SURPRISE!"

Confetti sprinkled everywhere as people cheered loudly. Kara and Jimin's face turned pale as they saw the decorations.

Jimin squealed as he saw the towering pile of gifts in the corner of the room.

"What the hell is this?" Namjoon's lips parted, as he could've believe what he was seeing.

"Congratulations you two!" The same servant from Paris came towards them. "I remember you saying you proposed yesterday night, but you didn't have  enough time to celebrate, so we did it for you!" He said with lots of enthusiasm.

"Oh yeah." Jimin nervously laughed, while wanting to jump off a fucking cliff on the inside. "Now every one knows about our engagement. How great!"

"Your what?" Namjoon looked over at Jimin with raised brows.

"Our engagement you fucking doorknob." Jimin spoke through his teeth. "Remember Namjoon?"

"Oh, right." Namjoon smiled at the servant. "They got engaged."

"Yes.." The man gave them an awkward laugh. "I know that. Now, come inside so you can celebrate your beautiful engagement."

"You're dead meat." Namjoon slowly shook his head.

"Oo, Gucci slippers."

Namjoon looked down to see Jimin going through the gifts. "Jimin, what the hell are you doing!" He grabbed his friend from the floor. "You can't take these gifts! You're not engaged. You lied to them!"

"Wha— you're the one who wanted to come here so badly!" Jimin defended himself.

"Hey, I never asked for a party!"

"And I never asked for Gucci slippers, but here we are." Jimin shrugged his shoulders, making the older one groan.

"Hey, where's Kara?"

"Congratulations on your engagement."

"O-Oh goodness, thank you! It's such an honor to meet you both!" Kara bowed as she stood in front of the Princess and the Queen.

"Which one's yours darling?" The Queen asked her.

"He's right over—" Kara paused when she saw Jimin filling his Gucci slippers with desserts. "—him right there." She pointed to a random guy.

"The servant?"

"Uh, sure." Kara smiled.

"Now, we will allow the Fiancé and his Fiancée have their dance, alone." A voice announced.

The princess grabbed the arm of the servant, and brought him towards Kara with a smile. The poor servant. He had no idea what was going on.

"Um- I—"

"Go on." She smiled, lightly nudging them towards the middle.

The lights were slightly dimmed as the slow music began to play.

Take it off now girl, take it off
I'm a master baby with your bra

Jimin spit his drink out all over the table. 

"What the hell is this!" He tried shouting at Namjoon, but the music was too loud.

"I can explain—"

"Why is she out there dancing with that servant!?"

"Oh—um I don't know." Namjoon shrugged his shoulders.

"I leave for one goddamn second, and she's already got fish and chips boi wrapped around her finger."

"Jimin, calm down."

"No, I will not calm down!" Jimin shouted. "Get me a Twinkie."

"Jimin, this is the Buckingham Palace, they don't have t—"

"Okay!! Jesus Christ.. I'll get you your Twinkie."

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