The Contract

Seven

WARNINGS: Panty kink/panty sniffing, degradation, hella dom!Tae, dirty talk, choking, orgasm denial, protected sex, vaginal sex, voyeurism, consensual filming, clit spanking, gagging, consensual sending, brief use of male sex toys. Heheheheheheheheheheh. Enjoy, hoes.

Park Dahee was perhaps one of the kindest, yet one of the most insufferable people you had ever had the pleasure of being friends with. Dahee had no filter, no shame and certainly no indoor voice, meaning any public outing the two of you had together was as if you were announcing your private life through a billboard that played sounds and projected special effects. Though, despite the brash exterior, Dahee was your source of sanity in this whole crazy mess. One of the only people outside of your relationship you could talk to, and the only one who would truly understand what you were going through because she was going through it herself.

Dahee was the loving girlfriend of GOT7, one of the few people in this part of the industry who would still be there for the band if all the money disappeared. She was strong, fearless, confident, kind, loving, thoughtful. Through the grapevine she had learnt of your arrival on the scene and felt like it was her duty to make you feel welcome and offer her hand in friendship, because Lord knows she could have done with that when she first entered the relationship. She messaged you within the first week of being with Bangtan, and hadn't left you alone six months later.

Now it was the height of summer, and you had met up in the local Starbucks for your weekly (or as weekly as you could get it) catch-up and regular therapy session. Dahee was the first to technically break her contract with JYP to tell you the ins and outs of her relationship, whether you wanted the tea or not. But it only made you more comfortable with her, and eventually you ended up sharing some things and just getting more and more comfortable around her.

She sat down at the table opposite you and took in your sweaty appearance, laughing at the foreigner who still hadn't got used to the searing summers South Korea faced annually. She, of course, looked as radiant as always – her long black hair in a French braid and her loose-fitting playsuit adorning her curves perfectly. You could see why GOT7 adored her as much as they did. You were borderline falling in love with her too.

"You look like you're pregnant." She joked, taking in the way you were lounging on the metal chair.

"Why did you pick outdoor seating on a hot summer's day?"

"Purely and simply, my dear, to fuck with you. Now," she sighed and handed you your drink off the tray, "I have just come back from Japan where I was dicked down on the daily by seven gorgeous men who simply couldn't get enough of me and wouldn't let me pick up my phone to contact you. So I've missed a lot. Spill the tea. I need to know everything."

"Well, I have a fun conundrum for you... my knickers keep going missing."

"Your knickers?"

"Yup. Then reappearing in random places. At first I thought I was misplacing them, but the last three times I've found them they've had the smallest white stain on them."

Dahee looked pleased with your confession, almost excited by what she'd heard. She smacked on the table and laughed. "You my darling, are living with a panty fetishist."

There was a slight smirk playing on your face, your demeanour turning cocky as you took a sip of your drink. "I have no idea who it is, but I'm excited to find out."

"So no one's given you any indication that they want to wank with your undies?"

"Yeah, some of them pop into my bedroom and ask if they can borrow a pair." Dahee rolled her eyes at your sarcasm. "No, whoever it is they're keeping it well hidden. I think they're ashamed... or at least guilty that they think they're taking and wanking on my clothes with them."