Motherload ~•°GOT7 Choi Youngjae°•~

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If everyone is the same and everything has been done, how come, how come....nobody makes me feel the way you do?

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It's been three days since the party, and seemingly at random my dream was coming true, and she appeared out of nowhere, with her son.

I'd just gotten out of classes and walked through the door intent on marching straight up to my bedroom for a long awaited KO, but Aida yelling my name from beyond the living room canceled that little scenario out.

"Munira Churi Pitt?"

Oh boy, my full government. Sounds like I'm in trouble.

"Yes?" I turned the corner to enter the living room and almost dropped my bag.

I couldn't believe the sight before me.

My foster mother- Aida, the angry French woman who loved me dearly but was never openly happy or satisfied with anything I did, the one with the permanent frown- was smiling.

Like, a genuine smile. And not only because of the woman and man sitting on the sofa across from her, her eyes were even in on it.

Must be a lawsuit she won or something, those are dollar signs not hearts in her eyes.

"Moonie, come have a seat." Aida gestured to the seat beside her and waited until I started walking towards her to continue. "This is Mrs.-

"Ah, please," the other woman interjected politely, "call me JiAe. Or G."

Aida smiled and nodded, adding, "she works for a modeling agency called Bang! Photography."

Jiae continued, gesturing to the man beside her. "This is my son Yongguk. He takes care of photography, publications and assists our company with finding outside jobs for our models, both long and short term."

He flashed a small lopsided grin at me and I could've sworn he winked just a little and my heart melted, cause damn, he fine. He had the oddest dimples but they were really cute, and he had a nice set of teeth I'd do a couple things to have leave a couple imprints on my-

"She wants to scout you," my mother gushed, bringing me out of my lust-filled stupor.

"We do," JiAe looked pointedly at her son with a smile in my direction. "You have a very beautiful complexion, excellent posture and unique features. We'd love to have you work with us on our next project."

"Which is?" I asked, finally having gotten my voice and sense of propriety- to some extent, he was still fine- back.

She glanced at her son as she spoke. "We can't go into too many details without-"

"No, it's fine," Youngguk said, staring me directly in the eye with a smile, "let her know."

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"So you gone be a Playboy model, sexy?" Leslie asked with a smirk, flicking her tongue out at me.

"This why I don't fuck with you on Wednesdays," I muttered, scooting farther away from her and closer to Kat. "And no, I'm not. They do music videos, commercials, sometimes even short films, but I'm just going through a trial run now- Instagram and Facebook promotions, that kind of thing."

"Okay, Miss Pitt," Kat clapped.

Kady joined in excitedly. "This is fantastic news, Moonie!"

"What news? Your one night stand's father is a producer?" Jazeera's voice grated on my nerves as she approached our table, taking a seat across from me beside Kady, which was kinda funny considering Kady can't stand her. "You don't even like rap, and I know you better not be singing."