Motherload ~•°GOT7 Choi Youngjae°•~

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Now you know that I've been locked up in school and I've been foaming at the mouth for a while,
And you might be everything that I need, but maybe I just need to get wild
Cause all these females lookin' sexy start to make me think like a perv,
And I've been waiting so long that it hurts,
I only want what I deserve

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I was sitting on the toilet, giddy as hell because of HoSeok and I suddenly came to the realization that I hadn't invited HoSeok to that dumb ass party Jazeera was throwing. He was in his living room still trying to hook up his laptop to his TV so we could watch some dumb video he had to write about for a history class assignment and it seemed he hadn't achieved much progress in getting that going yet when I returned from the bathroom.

"Still workin' on it?"

He looked up at me like he was shocked- maybe a little relieved?- that I was there. He smiled, bright and genuine as always. "Oh, yeah. I just have to plug in the HDMI cord, I always forget which side the thing is on..."

I walked over as he was examining the tv and ran my finger over the back where the ports were until I felt it. "Here."

I reached for the cord with my free hand and he handed it to me, but since I was still hanging halfway behind the TV, I couldn't see him and grabbed his fingers and pulled. He chuckled and pretended to scream, jerking forward as if I had yanked him forward. As a result I stood up straight out of instinct to stabilize us both with a hand on his chest but obviously he was joking. It seemed that his heart was beating just as aggressively as mine was being so close to him, but my brain was telling me that it was just the rush of nearly falling regardless of whether it was on purpose or not.

"You're such a dork," I tittered, trying to refocus on plugging the cord in. When I got it I smiled and backed away, staring at a lock screen of his laptop.

And that's when my smile dropped.

"Is that the actual time?" I asked. It was almost seven.

HoSeok nodded. "Yeah. Why, what's up?"

"I'm supposed to be the guest of honor at this party, I guess. It's at eight."

His full attention was on me and it was making me self conscious. I readjusted my shirt so I'd have a reason to look away.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to come too?"

He just stared at me for a second when I felt my face heat up and I started trying to think of a way to backpedal when he smiled.

"Sure. Do you need a ride?"

"Oh, uh...I mean, I meant come to the party with me, as my guest, if that's okay?" What am I saying?

His eyes widened a bit and he tilted his head, eyes on his tv screen. "Oh, yeah. Yeah! Of course! It's a date!"

Whoa. How is my torso still intact? He's way to casual about that... I cleared my throat and returned his smile. "I s-still have to get ready so if you don't feel like waiting I understand..."

He stood up, dusting his knees off and closing his laptop. "No, the video can wait. You are the guest of honor."

"Okay."

"Besides," he gave me another silly smirk that made my heart skip a beat in anticipation as he reached out and squeezed my forearm, "I promised not to duck out early and I'm a man of my word."

I could only nod and swallow dryly as he wrapped a gentle hand around the back of my neck and squeezed then walked off, saying something about looking for something.