The Contract

Thirteen

DISCLAIMER: Some of the things mentioned in this section of the story may be fabricated. Though nothing specifically is mentioned, I would like to say that this part is purely based on rumours circulating the K-Pop world at the moment in regards to the company and their stance on BTS. I don't have any facts for the things I have included and therefore, take it with a pinch of salt. Have a wonderful day.

WARNINGS: Violence, sort of (nothing extreme at all, though), praise kink, actively asking for consent (we stan), female receiving oral and lots of it, fingering, squirting slight anal play, Switch! Jungkook unprotected vaginal sex, copious amounts of fluff. We're back, bitches!

You had finally taken a shower. The relief you felt changing into something less groggy and clean was nothing short of orgasmic. You smelled good for once. Though you weren't quite ready for makeup and styling your own hair, you'd made progress, and that was enough to be commended on. You'd started eating now, too. Though, it still wasn't staying down 100%, you were still making progress. You'd started to apply for jobs, and try and get your life back to normal, though nothing compared to what you had. Still, best to get on with it, eh? You hadn't been entirely successful in the job-hunting world, given as soon as you used to work in South Korea people instantly noticed who you were and were more interested in where you were than where you were going. You were, for all intense and purposes, screwed.

You arrived home from another job interview, kicked off your shoes at your front door (a habit you picked up from your time in Korea), and sighed. Your pencil skirt was a little too tight for you, oddly enough, making you slightly uncomfortable. "Mum, I'm home!" You yelled.

Soon enough, she came running out of the living room. "Don't be alarmed." She said. "There are a few people here to see you."

You felt yourself get angry. "Mum," you complained, beginning to make your way into the living room, "what have I told you about letting people in without-"

As soon as you saw who it was, your words died out on your tongue. Your throat tightened, your eyes widened and immediately threatened to spill tears from the corners. Seven Korean men sat on your sofas, immediately standing when you entered the room.

"I'll leave you to it." Your mum said, closing the living room door behind her and trapping you in with your seven ex-boyfriends.

You cleared your throat. "What are you doing here?"

Jin, "What? No hello?" You looked at him, staring daggers into his obnoxiously beautiful face. He was trying to lighten the mood, but you weren't feeling it. You were still so angry.

"So let me get this straight, you fire me, break up with me, kick me out of my home, completely pretend I don't exist for a month, overwhelm be to the point where I have to leave the country that I love, and then show up on my sofas with a 'no hello' comment? Are you out of your fucking minds?"

You hadn't let out steam at all since the incident. You hadn't really spoken to anyone since everything kicked off. This is the first chance you've had at venting, and the fact that it was at the boys was, to you, a bonus. You were hurt and fuming. How dare they.

Jin, "In retrospect, that was a poor comment."

"No shit, Jin!"

"I'm sorry."

Namjoon, "We all are."

Hoseok, "We didn't know what to think. They knew intimate details about us that, as far as we were concerned, were details only you knew."

Taehyung, "It seemed to make sense without making sense."

Yoongi, "We were trying to protect ourselves, but it turns out we were protecting ourselves from the wrong person."