I knew something was wrong the minute I was fully awake.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

It's a pretty cliche saying, isn't it? Well, there was no other way I could think of to describe that moment. 

I went out of the room, hoping I was wrong and that I was just overreacting. It was empty in living room and also in the kitchen. I checked Jackson and Mark's room but, nope, no one was there.

I was confused and, honestly, kinda pissed. Why the hell would they leave me alone in the dorm without even telling me where they were going?

I was just about to head back to my own room when suddenly the door to BamBam's swung open. He poked his head out and I noticed the tired, irritated expression on his face.

"Why so loud?"

I scoffed. I wasn't even shouting. Okay, maybe I was. Still, it couldn't have been so loud.

BamBam was now leaning on the doorframe, hands crossed over his chest. His hair was sticking out in all directions, indicating that he had just woken up. Try as I might I couldn't stop myself from thinking of how hot he looked.

"Where's everyone else?" he asked, just noticing the absence of any other person in the room.

"That's what I want to know, too," I muttered. I didn't wait to hear his reply as I stormed back to the room.

A knock came at the door and, since I knew it could only be BamBam, I didn't respond. "Skye, can we talk?"

I don't even know why I opened the door this time.

"Then talk."

He frowned at me. "This is not fair. Why are you so angry?"

I shook my head. "I'm not angry."

BamBam's laugh was sarcastic. I didn't think he was actually capable of that. "You're not? You act like you are."

"If this is all you had to say, then I think I've heard enough," I muttered, gripping the wooden door tightly.

"Skye-" I didn't hear what he had to say next as I slammed the door shut and locked it.

I leaned against the door, sliding down to the floor dramatically, and gave myself a slap.

What was I doing?

This was far from what I wanted to happen on this trip. I'm not going to lie and say it's BamBam's fault that this vacation was ruined. No, I knew better than put the blame on him. The way I act, though, is as if I was blaming him.

Like I said before, I wasn't angry. I was... confused. I didn't know what to do, how to react. Or maybe I was angry. Not at him, but at myself.

He's right. I wasn't being fair. I was making this bigger by avoiding him. 

I got up, wiping off the tears that were running down my face. There was nothing I wanted more than to go back in time and change what happened the day we came here. Maybe if I told him the truth then we wouldn't be in this situation now.

Even if it meant that to him I was the friend with a pathetic crush. I would rather still be friends with him than ruin our friendship.

I decided that maybe a shower would help me clear my mind and think properly. I mean, showers are usually 85% thinking about life and shizz, and 15% actually cleaning the body.

As I rummaged through my suitcase to find some clothes, I felt a bump on one of the pockets. It wasn't so big that I could notice it at first but it was there. I unzipped that part of the suitcase and took out the object. As soon as I grabbed, I could tell it was a key. It was only when I examined it closer that I realized what the key was actually for.

We were up on the Namsan Tower. It was the night before I had to leave Seoul two years ago.

"Couples put them here so that their relationship will last forever," he had told me when I asked what the locks were for. There was a bunch of them, and I was curious as to why.

He pulled something out of his pocket: a lock.

"Do you want to put one?"

"We're not a couple, Idol."

"No, but were friends. It's still a kind of relationship. I want us to be friends. Forever."

I didn't even get to say another word when he walked over and put the lock on.

"Now I know we'll be friends forever."

He held a key out to me. I guessed that it was the one that went with the lock. "This is yours now. I trust you to keep our friendship alive," he said. "Do you promise?"

I didn't have to humor him. I could have told him I didn't believe in that, but I don't think I surprised myself by saying,"I promise." Because, really, I wanted the same thing.

I had promised that we would still be friends. So much for keeping that promise.

Forgetting the shower I wanted to take, I walked out of the room and stood right in front of BamBam's door. My fist was already positioned to knock on the door when the door swung open, revealing BamBam with a towel over his shoulder and clutching his clothes in one hand. I guess he was thinking the same thing I was earlier.

"Skye?"

"I'm sorry." My voice was shaky as I said it. I didn't know what to say, really. I hadn't really thought it over when I decided to talk to him. Everything I said and did was on the spot.

Tears were running down my face and I'm not even sure how I ended up crying on his shoulder. It was comforting that he was letting me, though. As if I hadn't done him any wrong. I don't know how long we had been in that position or how many times I uttered the words, "I'm sorry," to him.

"I'm sorry," I said one last time as I lifted my head up from his shoulder.

"What are you sorry about?" he had muttered and, despite the situation, I lightly slapped his arm.

"You weren't listening!" I whined, discreetly wiping some snot off my face. I heard him chuckle and I sent him a glare.

"You're not speaking clearly," he defended, "How was I supposed to understand what you were saying?"

"You really want me to repeat everything I just said?"

He shook his head. "No. Just tell me the important parts."

Even though I badly wanted to start swearing my heart out, I took a deep breath and plastered a smile onto my face. "Okay," I muttered. "I'm sorry for being so unfair. For being angry when I shouldn't have been."

"You don't look sorry," he cut in.

"I am. Or was. Now that I'm actually talking to you, I remember why you annoy me so much," I retorted. "Now let me continue. I wasn't finished." Before I could be distracted by his cute laugh/chuckle, I continued. "The truth is, I still like you. I still really like you, maybe even, err, love. I just, uh, felt like complete shit because of what happened and that it didn't mean anything to you."

We were both quiet when I finished speaking. I was still trying to process what I had just said to him. He was probably also thinking the same thing. His expression was unreadable and I prepared myself for the rejection that was coming.

Surprisingly, it didn't come. What did happen was something I never would have expected.

He kissed me. His arm was around me, pulling me close to him, while his other hand was on my cheek, holding my face close to his.

My mind was slow to react but I kissed him back. It was... nice. It wasn't hard or passionate, but sweet and simple. I don't know. How would one describe a kiss?

He pulled away and I was left with confusion and the feeling of being on Cloud 9. Mostly confusion, though.

"What--"

"I really like you, too," he said. He repeated it again a few more times, but in different languages -- as if I wouldn't understand when he said it in English.

"But you said..." I trailed off, knowing he already knew what I meant.

"I lied," he said. "I didn't know I'm that good at lying, though."

"You're probably not," I muttered. "I mean, MArk and Jackson and everyone else could probably see through the lie. I was just too caught up with my own feelings to analyze what you said."

"So, you mean to say you liked me so much that you don't think," he mumbled.

I rolled my eyes. "You're going to make a joke about me not thinking, aren't you?"

He didn't answer but the mischievous grin was enough to let me know. I lightly hit his arm and he just laughed. "But since you're my girlfriend now, I will be nice to you."

I raised an eyebrow. "Since when did I become your girlfriend? Who said I even want to be?"

"So, you don't want to be my girlfriend?" I would've felt bad for teasing him like that, but he had an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face. His tone was teasing, just like mine had been.

"I never said that."

"So, you want to be my girlfriend?" Was there a way to wipe that freakin' smirk off his face?

I knew what he was trying to do, and I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. "Never said that, either."

BamBam pouted, indicating that I've won our little game. "You're always so mean to me," he whined.

"But you love me anyway," I added.

He smiled and pulled me into an embrace. "I love you."

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a/n: Sorry for the long wait, but yeah, this is the end for abience. I have an AU of this called I Like You, although it's more related to Genre so you might want to read that first.

I hope you enjoyed Abience! Please tell me wht you think, leave a comment or something. I'd really appreciate advice on how I can improve this book (in case I plan on re-writing) or how I can improve my writing in the coming stories that I plan on writing.

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- Tricia