jimin wandered back to his bedroom, laying down on the warm sheets. he was comfortable, yes, but he still intended on returning back home. his phone buzzed in his pocket, and a message came through from his work ap.
also known as camboy plaza.
"hey baby, you haven't been live in a while... i miss you. when are you going to return to pleasing me?" the message read. jimin smiled faintly. it was from one of his vips, and he responded quickly. as he was typing, he heard a few short knocks and invited himself in. it was jungkook.
"what'cha doing babe?" he asked, jimin blushing.
"u-uh, just texting a friend."
"who is it?" jungkook peered over his shoulder, and his eyes darkened. "camboy plaza? he's hardly a friend."
"h-he pays me good money. and he's nice to me." jimin said, looking up at jungkook. he sent his message, which reassured him he was okay and that he'd go live tomorrow. another ping came through, and jungkook snatched jimin's phone, smirking.
"i'm gonna humiliate you. you really think you can talk about being a camboy, without us? actual, like, sex creatures?" jungkook said, jimin groaning.
"please no."
but it was too late, and jungkook started reading. "why can't you go live, he asked. what shall i say?"
"t-tell him i'm at a friends house..."
"can do." jungkook typed out the answer, and he got one back almost immediately.
"why are you at a friends house? is your friend hot?" he readout. jimin buried his face in the pillow. "well, what should i respond with, jimin?" jungkook asked, sitting down on the bed, trailing his hand up jimin's back. "what should i say?"
"t-tell him yes," jimin said, muffled. jungkook smirked.
"there's... six of them,,, and,,, they're all... hot," jungkook readout as he typed. "and all... boys," he added. jimin groaned.
"please no..." jimin groaned, facing jungkook and rolling over. his face was beet red.
"oh, a response. it says..." he drawled out, "...well, give us a show."
