Strip My Heart ( Markson story /AU)

Chapter 1

*READ ME*- Hi,hello.You,yes you,the person reading this (hopefully) I hope you enjoy this story even though I wrote the first chapter almost two years ago when I was still a fetus writer.I improved a lot (at least i like to think that way) and if you spot some mistakes,please don't be turned off and give this story a chance.

And if you're reading this for a second time,then THANK YOU,you are awesome and i love you :3

DISCLAIMER:I do not own Got7 in any way,shape or form (if posters don't count lol),but the idea and plotline is originaly mine so rewriting or translating it without my permission wouldn't be very smart (not to mention illegal).

Enjoy!

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''I have nothing to wear!'' Youngjae exclaimed as he threw clothes all around the room grabbing  his hair and yanking at the dark strands .

I chuckled and looked at him utterly amused.He glared at me pointedly, lips pulled in a tight line.

''Jackson, it's not funny.I seriously don't have anything to wear.'' He whined, inhaling a long, frustrated breath.I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder making him raise his head up and look at me.

''I swear Youngjae, sometimes you sound like a chick.''

He gasped and smacked my arm, but a grin broke out on his lips, perfect white teeth showing. I walked away from him and stood in front of the closet. Picking out a random skinny ripped jeans and a printed tee, I turned around with a smirk on my face.

''Here.Wear this.'' He eyed the clothes skeptically but soon gave up with a sigh and went to the bathroom to change.Going to the club tonight made me strangely excited.I guess it was to be expected when I hadn't been to one since the semester began.

I snapped my head up as I heard the bathroom door open to see my friend hesitantly walking outside.

''I don't know..'' He trailed off, biting the inside of his cheek thoughtfully,''Do I look okay?''

I rolled my eyes.''Yes dude, you look fucking hot.No homo.''

He raised his eyebrow at me, picking out some accessories for his outfit.

''You do realize that sentence doesn't work when you're gay too right?''

''Bisexual.'' It was his turn to eyeroll.

''Yeah, that's what they all say until they try it up the ass.''

I laughed and shook my head at him in disbelief.

''Well, hate to break it down to ya, but I tried it and I still find vaginas equally attractive.'' He grimaced, locking his dark eyes with mine through the large mirror.

''Vaginas scare the shit out of me.'' He shuddered, braclets on his wrists crinkling."They are deep and wet and they bleed monthly."

I couldn't hold a laugh that bubbled from my stomach at the faces he was making in the mirror.

''We should really get going.'' I warned as my laugh died down to a chuckle.Getting up from the bed, I took my keys and walked to the front door.Youngjae was close behind me, quickly grabbing his leather jacket and following me out of our collage dorm and into the car.I turned on the radio, instantly bobbing my head to the rhythm.The car engine roared underneath our feet as I pressed down onto the gas pedal, speeding down the street.

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 Loud music was bouncing against the walls of the club and I could feel the bass in the pit of my stomach. Hot, sweaty bodies grinded against each other shamelessly to the beat of the music.I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins, suddenly having the urge to go on the dance floor.But I wasn't going to dance all by myself like a complete idiot, nor with Youngjae ( we weren't that close).I was really eager to get myself a dancing partner.I smirked and scanned the crowd for a potential victim.