School’s hard. Paying the bills is harder. Which is why Yoongi joins Jin’s Angels, a pay per minute sex hotline. One day he gets a call from campus angel Park Jimin, with his giggly voice and the sweetest moans Yoongi finds himself wanting more.
"Shit," he mumbled, staring at his empty cup then the door to his room, where his phone was ringing.
"Oh! Um. Hello," a soft voice responded. "This is a little... strange but I got your number from Jin-hyung."
"Um, I haven't..." he trailed off, sounding unsure.
"First time?" Yoongi asked, sliding back into his seat.
“You can just tell,” Yoongi said, looking down at his keyboard, eyes unseeing. His lips twitched. “Why don’t you tell me about yourself?”
“And what are you interested in, Jimin?”
“Dance?” He hummed, sounding nervous and Yoongi couldn’t stop his smile that time.
“Dance, that’s new. How about we imagine a dance studio?”
"Mhm." Yoongi leant back in his chair. "You must get really tired after dancing."
There was a slight pause. "Well, yeah. I normally dance for a few hours before taking a break?"
"You must be really sore after."
Yoongi grinned. It was cute, how innocent he sounded. "Yeah. Start from your ankles and work up your calves, making sure everything is nice and loose before moving onto your thighs."
A soft breath. "Oh."
Yoongi hummed. "Not to boast but I do know a few tricks to make someone feel very relaxed."
"Mhm." Yoongi spun in his chair, wondering whether Jimin was too shy for this. "Is the studio big?" Jimin echoed the word, making Yoongi want to groan but also laugh with how cute it was. "Is there enough space for you to lay down?"
"It's... big," Jimin whispered.
"That sounds..." Jimin trailed off, making Yoongi purse his lips, waiting.
“Nice,” Yoongi echoed.
“Nice,” Jimin repeated and Yoongi wondered if he was nodding. “I... I could always do with the help relaxing.”
Yoongi grinned, satisfied Jimin was now playing along. “Oh, I can definitely help you relax.”
“That would depend,” Yoongi said, glancing at his blank laptop screen. “How tired you are after practice.”
“Hmm. Well I would be focusing on making sure you feel good,” Yoongi said, using his foot to slowly spin his chair. “My mouth, like my fingers, work wonders.”
“Where would your mouth work wonders?” Jimin asked quietly.
Yoongi felt the smirk spreading across his lips. “Slowly kissing across your neck and marking your skin sounds like a good place to start.”
“Would you like that, Jiminie? For your skin to be marked up? Covered in love bites and bruises?”
Another soft sound - definitely a breathy moan, Yoongi thought in satisfaction. “I’d like that...”
Yoongi felt his eyebrow raised. “Does someone like their thighs touched? Made pretty with bruises?”
Jimin groaned lowly, sending a spark of /something/ through Yoongi.
Yoongi almost groaned. He shot up in his seat, feeling like his sweatpants were too tight. “Hyung can make you feel pretty,” he managed to get out.
“He did?” Yoongi asked in surprise. Jin didn’t normally tell anyone about him..
“Yeah,” Yoongi said, wanting to hear Jimin again. “Does Jiminie like being kissed?”
“If they know what they’re doing,” he murmured, a breathy laugh following after.
There was a noticeable pause, making Yoongi wonder whether Jimin was affected. “We need to put your mouth to the test, hyung.”
“Yeah? Reckon you could handle it, baby?”
Yoongi smirked. “Is that so,” he murmured. “How about when I move you onto your knees and you have to take care of hyung?”
“I can,” Jimin whispered. “I can make hyung feel good.”
“Hmm. I’m not sure. What would you do, baby?”
Yoongi was simple man. So was his dick. Hearing Jimin’s soft voice murmur about swallowing his length made his dick twitch in interest. “Y-Yeah?”
"Put your fingers in your mouth for me, baby. Imagine it's hyung's cock," Yoongi ordered, resting his hand on his thigh and wondering whether he would be a shitty person for jerking off.
Yoongi's dick definitely needed attention after that. "Yes, Jiminie, you can touch yourself."
Yoongi felt his mouth open then shut, completely dry. "I want you to stroke yourself, baby. Hyung wants to hear you come."
A brief pause before a drawn out moan had Yoongi biting his lip to stop his own from slipping out.
“Yoongi-hyung,” he repeated then turned, eyes latching onto his work phone sitting on his desk.
Jin's eyebrows furrowed as he looked over his shoulder then back at Yoongi.
Yoongi pressed his lips together, not sure whether he should mention it now. Was Jimin a friend of Jin's?
Yoongi couldn't even focus on the extra money. "I, uh, spoke to Jimin."
“To what?” Yoongi asked, momentarily distracted.
“He was phoning to ask you out. Why, what did he say instead?”
“I might have... accidentally... jerked off with him instead?”
“I didn’t realise he was phoning on my personal phone!”
“Jimmie is the sweetest boy ever and you /jerked off to him/.”
“He was into it as well,” Yoongi mumbled.
“Why did you give him my number anyway?” Yoongi asked, deciding to let the comment about Jimin’s innocence slip by.
"You make it sound like you don't think I'm cute," Yoongi said, lips dropping into a pout. He almost grinned at Jin's flustered expression
Yoongi narrowed his eyes. "What? No way."
"He saw you with Joon," he said finally. "Outside the music building. He's a dancer."
Jin glanced over, eyebrows raising. “You didn’t scare him away?”
“Apparently not.” Yoongi rubbed his hand across his jaw to hide his smile.
Jin avoided his eye as he sighed. "Joon brought someone back to the flat."
Yoongi's eyebrows almost touched his hair.
"I told you it wouldn't happen again," the older boy grumbled as Yoongi found his spare blankets. "I was dreaming of Joonie."
"With your dick against my backside."
"I told him he was a good boy," Yoongi grumbled, "I don't think I can ever speak to him again."
"I help you pay your rent, shut up."
Yoongi sighed, staring up at his ceiling, wondering whether he would give in and phone Jimin - or have Jin nagging him until he did.
"Oh my god," Yoongi muttered, sitting up in bed and groaning. "He knows what I look like! He could easily picture me while I was saying all of that stuff!"
"It is morning." Yoongi covered his face. "I can never go back to uni again."
"I hate you," Jin finally mumbled.
The one good thing about Jin staying over was the breakfast. Somehow Yoongi’s normally empty fridge supplied enough ingredients for pancakes and a range of extra sides.
“Smells good,” Yoongi mumbled, edging around Jin to get to his coffee machine.
“Essay,” Yoongi grunted, resting his elbow on the table as he turned his phone on. It vibrated a few times before he glanced at it, realising someone was ringing him.
“Jimin,” he murmured, wide eyes lifting to meet Jin’s. “Why’s he phoning me?!”
“Normal people answer the phone to find that out.”
“Hyung! Sorry, I fell asleep last night after I ate. I was super tired after well...” Jimin cleared his throat. “I did have a reason for calling you though.”
“I wasn’t expecting it but I didn’t hate it,” Jimin said quickly. “I was phoning to... to ask you to go on a date. With me. Uh, if that wasn’t clear.”
“Don’t ask questions, say yes,” Jin hissed, hitting Yoongi’s arm.
“Uh, Jin told me about you. Just a little late, I guess. But sure, we can go on a date.”
Jimin giggled. “Well, how about this weekend? There’s a little sushi place I know that’s got really good... sushi.” Yoongi smiled, unable to help himself. “Text me times you’re free. Bye!”
“He must be weirder than I thought,” Jin said then grinned. “You’ll like him. He heard your stuff and wanted to dance to it.”
“Wait,” he grumbled before Jin could leave. “You just got out of asking Joon on a date.”
Jin grinned. “Bye!”
Yoongi glanced over at Joon as he spoke to Jungkook, both of them leaning on their books and ignoring the essays that needed to be done. “Why have I never met him before?”
“You scare people away, hyung.”
“He’s a dancer.”
Yoongi wanted to scream. “I know,” he grumbled, ignoring their smirks.
“Bold of you to assume I save their numbers,” Jungkook said, leaning back in his chair.
“If anyone touches his plushies he’s going to send Jin after them,” Jungkook said, wiggling his eyebrows. “Anyway,” he continued before Joon could say anything. “Jimin.”
“I don’t know what he looks like,” Yoongi pointed out, dragging his eyes back to his notepad. A few lines for almost two hours in the library with two idiots. “Hyung wouldn’t show me a photo.”
A slow nod. Yoongi felt his eyes widen as he looked at Jimin - well, Jimin’s abs. “You aren’t showing me his face?”
“Why do you have that anyway?” Joon asked, leaning to the side to see the screen.
“From his showcase a few months back. Some girl sent it to me.”
The eldest hummed and tapped his pen. “With abs like that I’m not surprised.”
“His face is better,” Jungkook said, eyebrows on the move again. “Hobi! Over here!”
The sigh came from deep in his chest, loud enough a girl looked over at him in annoyance. "Why does Jin have such a big mouth?"
"Wait, you're in the same dance team?"
They looked at each other, eyebrows furrowing. "There wasn't a reason. It just never happened. You rarely leave the house, he rarely leaves the studio."
Yoongi sighed and looked around the library, wondering whether his date was going to be successful. It was a lot of pressure now, knowing they were all going to be waiting expectantly after.