Contractual Obligations (A Got7 Fanfic)

My hand hovered over the doorknob gingerly as I felt my heart beating wildly in my chest. Why did the manager want to meet me? Especially so early in the morning! Did I do something wrong? He wasn’t a bad guy at all, he was rather nice, but I had never been called in his office before unless it was something serious. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

“Come in!” came from the other side of the door. I turned the knob and opened the door to see him standing behind his desk. He had a slight smile on his face and motioned to the chairs in front of the desk, “Please, have a seat.” I nodded and took a seat, trying not to show my nerves as I placed my hands in my lap and tried to concentrate on not twisting them and fiddling my fingers.

“Now, we have an important matter to discuss. You haven’t done anything wrong by any means, so don’t worry.” he assured me.

“Oh, good.” I breathed out a sigh of relief, feeling as though a ton of weight had just been removed from my shoulders.

“So, you have been working with us for how long now?” he asked.

“Almost 3 years since I signed my first contract with JYP.” I replied, thinking back to that exciting moment.

“Ok, and what were you hired on as, in the beginning?”

“I was a masseuse, hired for the company and assigned to Got7 to service the members after training, shows, practice, injury, and for relaxation for general stress.” I replied. Lucky me.

“Right, and that continued on for about 10 months?”

“Yes, it did.” I answered.

“Ok. After that, your contract was revised, correct?”

“Yes, additional tasks were added, as well as living arrangements changed.” I smiled as I remembered when I found out how lucky I actually was.

“And what tasks were added?”

“I then became a den mother of sorts. I started to clean up after the members, as well as cooking meals, and continuing being their masseuse. Also, once JYP moved them into a bigger dorm, where each member gets his own room, he included a room for me as well, so I could be a live-in maid/cook.” I stated. I didn’t know why he was making me say all this, it was all in my contract, but I figured something else was changing, so I humored him.

“And how long is your contract currently for?” he looked up from his note pad and gave me a gentle smile.

“It is a contract tied in with Got7′s. I am to remain until either their contract ends, and they don’t re-sign, or they disband. Or unless JYP releases me.” I answered. I was starting to get nervous again.

“Great. Now, as you know, there is a clause in your contract that states that additional tasks may be added to your routine and will be required of you. Failure to meet those requirements will result in termination of your contract, and penalties of the full amount of your contract.”

“Yes.” I quickly said. That part always made me nervous. My contract was worth more than I could possibly ever pay. I would either wind up in jail, running from loan sharks, or worse.

“That being said, after having a talk with JYP, and all the members individually, we have decided to add on additional tasks of you, if you will. You are well aware that the members are not allowed to date while they are under their current contract.” he looked at me with narrowed eyes, that made me uncomfortable.

“Yes, I am aware. The members have spoken about it with me quite often.” I responded, shifting in my seat.

“I know you are close to them all and have a special relationship with each one.”

“How could I not after living under the same roof for over two years? I have cleaned up after them, massaged them, usually while they speak their mind, cooking for them, and even spending time just relaxing and laughing around the dorm.” I smiled. Very many fond memories. And he was right, I had a different and special bond with each of them. I loved them all, and they loved me. I was a few months older than Mark, so they all called me Noona.

“Good. Now, this is where it gets to it. We have decided that it would be a good decision if you were to take a member each day and be theirs for a day. The same schedule will repeat every week, that particular day being assigned to that particular member.” He must have seen the confused look on my face, so he continued to explain. “So, this is how this will work. Each day you will, in a sense, “belong” to a member. You will spend that day for their massage, you can spend some quiet time with them, so it can be evenly distributed between them all, and you will also sleep with them at night.” I stopped dead. I felt my eyes widen, and my heartbeat quicken.

“I-I’m sorry, but what was that last bit?” I asked. My mouth felt so dry and my palms sweaty.

“You will sleep with the member in their bed. Being intimate is allowed, should the members so choose. You are someone under contract, and you truly care for the members. We don’t have to worry about you running to the press, dating them in public, which is expressly forbidden, or causing any issues. We also don’t have to worry about any of the members going out and getting themselves in serious trouble that will possibly damage their contract either. We also know of your medical history, and you are in no risk of pregnancy without fertility treatments, so there are no worries there either. We spoke individually with each member, and while a few had a couple concerns, the majority of the response was very positive. As you know, most have never been in a serious relationship.” I was completely shocked by his candor. I mean, what???

“I-I-....Are you sure they really want this? I mean, I am flattered and all, but I am not anything special! I don’t even find myself attractive at all! Don’t they just view me more as a Noona?” I started fiddling my hands. At this point, I didn’t care. The lump in my throat just would not leave.

“Yes, several of them seemed quite enthusiastic. I am sure you can guess who was. I am sure they do view you as a noona, but I think once they knew that option was there, it changed. Now, those are the basic rules, and if we need to add more later, we can always do so, but right now, that is it. Your list will be as follows, and as I stated, the schedule will repeat each week: First is Jaebum, then Jinyoung, Jackson, Bambam, Youngjae, Yugyeom, and Mark. Here is the list, so you don’t forget. So, if that is all, I think we should head to the living room, where a meeting has been planned so we can discuss this all together.” I grabbed the paper and nodded. I couldn’t even muster up a smile. I stood slowly, feeling very shaky on my legs. I kept swallowing and wiping my palm on my pants.

“Before I go to the meeting, can I run to my bedroom really quickly?” I asked. I needed a moment to collect my thoughts and try to stop my head from spinning.

“Yes, of course. We will be waiting there. I woke each of the members up before we had this talk, so they should be ready. I don’t miss the days of having to wake them. It isn’t a fun task.”

I managed to crack a smile at that. They were difficult to wake up sometimes. But I usually knew what worked best for each member. I turned and left, feeling like my legs were going to come out from under me. I made it to my room, put the list on my dresser, and closed the door behind me. I rushed to the bathroom and leaned on the sink. I splashed my face with cold water, hoping it would snap me out of it. I shook my head and laughed out of disbelief, looking in the mirror. Me? How? What?! I wiped my palms on my jeans, dried my face, and turned around and faced the door. I am still the luckiest person ever, aren’t I?ere…