The Contract

Fourteen [FINAL]

WARNINGS: Mentions of previous threesomes, foursomes and gangbangs; semi-public sex; threesome in the kitchen; sub! Reader; dom! Jin; dom! Yoongi; oral sex (m and f receiving); degradation; orgasm denial; dark-ass fantasy confession; non-condom vaginal sex; (I say this because some people forgot that ___ was on the pill the whole time); anal sex; double penetration;

The world looked brighter whenever you woke up in the morning, especially when there was a pair of arms wrapped around you first thing. Everyone treated you like a queen when you moved back to Korea, Big Hit included, given that as soon as you entered the boy's apartment, there was a profound letter of apology waiting for you, along with the offer of returning to your old job with more money than what you were paid before. No doubt it was them buying you off and trying to keep you quiet, but honestly you couldn't care less. You had a job and some independence and that was what you cared about the most in terms of the company.

They had, in the same envelope, posted another contract for the eight of you to look over, amend and sign. Though no one was impressed by the timing of their company – or even their actions. Jin more so than everyone else. As soon as you announced to the apartment that you'd received a second contract, Jin stood, took it from your hands, and tore it up in front of his seven flatmates, symbolically throwing the torn sheets over his shoulder and smiling his signature grin. "This piece of shit caused enough trouble the first time." He claimed as it snowed paper behind him. "We're not signing it again. No one's going to be bound by contract here; we're going to trust each other one hundred per cent. She's our girlfriend. No girlfriend should have to sign a contract like that. We'll take each day as it comes, yeah?"

Though some of the members weren't particularly happy with Jin's gesture (given that he went ahead and did what he wanted without consulting the rest of the members – though, they would have agreed with him anyway), they all agreed immediately. It worked for Dahee and GOT7, and it would work for them – they knew it. And so, your relationship had become less of a business deal and more of a love affair, something everyone felt more at ease about.

The room you once slept in and called your own was still yours, except you were no longer allowed a bed in there anymore. It had become your closet/private sitting area, and that was that. You were, now, basically ordered to bed hop between the members, dedicating a whole night to each of them and allowing them to wake up next to you; you in their arms or them in yours. And, honestly? This was a decision you were more than happy to go along with. You were still able to keep your own space, but you'd never be sleeping alone again, something you'd become upsettingly used to in the month you'd spent without them.

Namjoon never stopped apologising to you for what he did. Though the words "I'm sorry" never left his lips since his initial apology, he tried to make it up to you in everything he did. He would try and make you breakfast in bed when it was his bed you stayed in the night before; would whisper sweet nothings in your ear whenever he was near you; would find a way to always touch you even if it was unnecessary. He held you more often than he used to and was never shy in telling you how he felt about you, especially in the little card he wrote out on the flowers he sent you regularly. He was still beating himself up about it, even a month after you'd moved back. You kept telling him that it was okay, that he needn't act like this. But, of course, he didn't listen to you, and continued to shower you in his affection (and the odd expensive gift) so you knew just how loved you were.

It was in Namjoon's arms you woke one morning, feeling his large body pressed up against yours. He never used to spoon like this, but since coming back to Korea he'd been all over you like a rash. Trying to get out of his grasp first thing in the morning, however, was a task. Namjoon had a strong grip, especially when it came to you, so trying to escape him was difficult when you didn't want him to wake up. He'd been working himself extra hard this last week. In fact, he didn't get home until five that morning. So, you needed him to sleep in as much as he could.