I had my earphones on to pass the time while Kasey was out with the guys. The song playing was Bounce by JJ Project. I liked it, maybe more than I liked the other songs by Got7. I mean, the song had two of my fave kinds of music: rock and kpop. I always thought Got7 had an RnB feel to their music so Bounce really caught my attention. (Even if it wasn't rock throughout the whole song.)

I don't even know what happened. I was looking up Got7 and found out about the JJ Project so I checked out their song. All I have to say is that I saw JB in a different light.

Yeah, JB might have become my bias in Got7 these past two years. It's kinda awkward saying that now since two years ago I barely noticed him. And I definitely noticed him in the Bounce music video.

BamBam doesn't know this though, and I don't think I'm planning on telling him. I wouldn't hear the end of it if that pretty boy idol found out. I wouldn't be able to look JB in the face again without blushing either.

Anyway...

The door swung open and I sat up so fast and yelled. "What the hell?! Don't you knock?" I questioned the boy who stood by the door. I pulled off my earphones and heard him chuckle.

"I did, but you didn't hear me," BamBam said. I shrugged and put in one of the earbuds again. He went over and sat next to me, taking the other earbud and put it in his ear. Thankfully the song had already changed to one by CNBLUE.

He smiled. "You still like me, right?"

My eyes widened at the question. He barely brought it up before when we were texting each other for two years so I was surprised that he would bring it up now.

"You're blushing," he mentioned, poking my cheek. I swatted his hand away and tried to send him a glare. A soft laugh left his lips and I could feel the heat creep up my cheeks again.

I shook my head. "I don't."

He pouted, a looking hurt for about a second, then shrugged. "Two years is a long time," he muttered. "I expected that."

"You don't still like me, do you?" I questioned and he shook his head. Of course I was hurt. I lied when I said I didn't like him still. If anything, I liked him more than I did two years ago. Although we were so far away, I had thought that we had gotten closer as we texted. I guess he didn't feel the same way.

"We're still friends, right?" he asked and I gave him a look.

"You think I'd be here if we aren't?"

He laughed softly. "Before, you wouldn't admit that we're friends. New you is nicer," he commented.

I snorted. "Don't get so comfortable yet. Once I'm not as tired, I'll be the same ol' Skylar that you knew before."

We sat there in a kind of comfortable silence. The songs changed, alternating between bands like Bastille then groups like B.A.P., which made BamBam smile when songs he was familiar with played.

"I'm happy to have introduced some good music to you," he muttered.

I chuckled lightly. "You've got good music taste, Idol."

He didn't get to reply because right then the door swung open.

"Oh, good. For a moment there, I thought I was gonna have to bleach my eyes."

Fuck you Kasey. I made a face at her comment.

BamBam stood up, handing me back the earpiece he had been using. "I should go."

I nodded, watching him leave the room.

"Any juicy gossip that I need to know?" Kasey asked as she shut the door. "My bed's still clean, right?"

I scoffed and she jumped onto the other bed. "How many times do I have to tell you that BamBam and I are just friends? There's nothing going on between us."

"Keep telling me that until it becomes the truth," she muttered, opening up a box of Pepero and putting one of the sticks into her mouth. "Or until you guys hook up and start dating. I'm hoping for the latter."

I let out a sigh and stuck my earphones on again. I pressed Play and let myself drown in the music.

Sometime later, the party started. I could hear the music even with my earphones on. There was loud laughter and I figured it was already going great. I was getting quite bored just listening to my own music so I decided to go out and socialize.

After some minutes of freshening up — re-applying make-up and whatnot — I decided to head out of the room. It was just as I expected when I came out. Loud music and strangers having fun.

I didn't recognize anyone, but that was probably because a) I really didn't know anyone, and b) it was dark. The guys apparently got those strobe light things, which was actually pretty cool. It made their dorm seem like an actual nightclub.

I made my way through the crowd, hoping to find people that I did know. I think I recognized one of the guys as the drummer in CNBLUE, but I wasn't too sure and it's not like I could go up to him and say "Hi," or anything.

Finally I caught sight of Kasey, who was dancing. I wasn't sure if she was drunk but the cup in her hand made me wonder.

"Skye!" she called my name when she saw me. She put an arm over my shoulder, letting the scent of alcohol waft through the air.

"You've been drinking," I pointed out.

Kasey and I promised to each other we wouldn't be drinking any more alcoholic beverages until we become of legal age. We decided this when we both got caught sneaking back into our dorm room by one of the security guards. It was on one of the first few weeks of college and there was a party that we were invited. We weren't totally wasted but one of us might have thrown up right in front of the security person. (It was Kasey, by the way.)

She waved her hand, dismissing my earlier statement. "I was curious. Never had Korean alcohol before so I was like 'why not?'"

I snorted, not really satisfied with her answer. Her words were already slurred a bit so most likely it hadn't been her only cup.

"You're so gonna regret this later," I muttered but I didn't think she had heard me. With a sigh I walked off to find someone else, preferably someone who wasn't hammered.

It didn't take long for me to find a familiar face. Mark was sitting by the counter so I made my way over to him.

"You don't seem to be having fun," I voiced out, getting Mark's attention. He shot me a smile and offered me a seat right next to him. I sat down, headbanging slightly to the song that was playing, which I recognized as Block B's Very Good. I mumbled the lyrics that I did know.

I heard him chuckle and I realized that he must have noticed my headbanging.

"You like Block B?" Mark asked.

I nodded. "They probably might be my bias group," I said. While I found other groups to be awesome, Block B really stood out the most. It was their MV for Jackpot that I had seen first and I had thought the group was like the Korean Panic! At The Disco or maybe Fall Out Boy.

"Right after Got7, right?" he asked jokingly and I shook my head.

"Nope. Got7 might be my third or fourth bias group," I teased.

He rolled his eyes playfully and bumped my shoulder with his. "But your Ultimate Bias is in Got7," he said. From the look he was giving me I already knew who he was referring to.

I made a face. "Shut up," was my only comeback.

He shot me a sly grin before taking a sip from his red cup.

"Hey, where can I get something to drink?" I asked. I had meant some water or something non-alcoholic, but Mark didn't know that as he directed me to the kitchen.

Before I had managed to fix my relationship with my mom, I went through a rebellious stage. I was maybe fourteen the first time I tasted alcohol. It was my first high school party and mom had no idea I left the house to go. After that night, I would sneak out of the house once in a while to hang out with some friends. I'd leave through my window then grab the spare keys to the front door so I could get back inside. My friends and I, we'd drink and basically just act like the stupid kids we were. I would go home before mom even realized I left. But that was before. Mom and I made up so there was no reason to run away anymore.

I went over to where Mark said and was disappointed to see that it was all alcoholic. There were mostly bottles of beer and soju. I was about to leave when something caught my eye.

BamBam seemed distracted by the girl he was flirting with. At least, he looked like he was flirting.

Something bubbled up inside me and the feeling wasn't pleasant. I tried ignoring it, but it bothered me. A part of me wanted to go up and pull him away, but another part of me — the more rational part — questioned why I should. It wasn't like I had a claim on him. I still like him, but he said so himself that he didn't feel the same anymore.

I didn't even think it through, just turned around and grabbed a bottle of beer. I got it open and took a swig. I cringed at the bitter taste but soon enough the liquid started working its magic.

I was already a little tipsy, or maybe more than a little tipsy, when I felt someone's presence standing so close to me.

"How come you're not with everyone else?" he asked and I shrugged in response.

It was just the two of us in this part of the room for some reason. Everyone else was dancing or chatting, but I had opted to just stay here.

"Just not in the mood to party," I was able to get out. It was the alcohol and just how close he was that made my brain all fuzzy.

"BamBam..." I trailed off when I felt an arm sneak around my waist and I was pulled in closer to him. He was so close that I could smell the alcohol on him. He hummed and I felt him breathe against the skin of my neck. "What are you doing?"

He didn't answer. At least, I didn't think that he did. The way he spun me around to face him already had my heart racing. My mind completely shut down when I felt his lips on mine.