If there's one good thing that came out of the dinner I had with Jinyoung PD-nim, it's that I was finally allowed to go home for two weeks. I couldn't forget the look on his face when I told him I haven't seen my family in Australia since last year. He was so shocked that I never had the chance to come home before starting at JYPE, and as a new employee I technically wasn't allowed to go on vacation just yet. So while GOT7 is on break, some of the staff—including me and Mina—were given two weeks time off before the next big comeback.

Which is why I now find myself sipping martini by the poolside of a huge mansion in Perth, wearing a too-sexy-for-my-own-good black romper and looking every bit out of place while surrounded by drunk teens and adults. From a distance, I can see my 28-year-old brother dancing his best rave moves inches away from the DJ booth.

The DJ, I have learned, was Australian breakthrough artist Troye Sivan's brother, Tyde Levi. How we got suddenly invited to Troye's house party to celebrate his successful world tour is still beyond me at this point. The one thing I'm sure of though is that I have a good feeling about Tyde.

I don't know why, but there's something about my brother's 16-year-old famous friend that made me say "Yes" to all the craziness despite my jet lag.

*Flashback*

The last time I was at Sydney International Airport, I was with my mum who forced me to take two luggages to Korea, one of which was filled with new designer clothes and makeup that I absolutely did not ask for. My mom loves to shop for clothes, and because I only come home once a year she tends to go overboard during our shopping trips. This is also why I didn't check in any luggage for my trip and why I was out of the arrival area in a matter of minutes.

I... Love you... Baby I... I love you...

"Yob—Hello?" I answered my phone immediately before my ringtone starts spewing Korean words in public.

"Don't you dare, I've had enough of Mom speaking Korean to me at home," said my brother Hope over the phone. A navy blue BMW sedan stopped in front of me and I found my brother smirking in the passenger seat as he rolled his window down. "Where are the rest of your stuff?"

I pointed to my backpack behind me. "In here," We put our phones down and he climbed out of the car to hug me. "Thank you for picking me up so early in the morning. I know you hate mornings,"

"Yes, shit, I'm so hungover I can't even drive."

"Who's driving then?" I moved away from my brother to check the heavily-tinted car before us. "And whose car is this?"

He took his sunglasses off and I saw the horrible dark circles around his eyes. His grin is all too familiar and it could only mean that he may or may not have done something crazy again. "I'll explain later. Hop in," He opened the door for me and I climbed into the backseat.

"Hello," said the young man in the driver's seat. "I'm Tyde Levi, nice to meet you." He reached out to me and I graciously shook his hand.

"Nice to meet you too!" I was taken aback by his bright blue eyes and adorable dimples. His name and angelic round face seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite remember how. He must've been one of those fraternity brothers who visited every time Hope threw his posh birthday dinners, which I used to never want to be a part of if not for my mother's insistence. "Thank you so much for picking me up, I hope it's not too much of a bother."

"Oh it's nothing. I'm always picking up people at airports. I know this place like the back of my hand." He drove as soon as Hope settled in the seat beside him and true enough, he seemed to know his way around.

"Bro, don't worry, I'm buying you breakfast and coffee. Whatever you like, mate, whatever you like." Hope said, putting his sunglasses back on. I was not even surprised to know that he hasn't been home since last night.

"Really? I'd like pancakes, is that okay?"

"Good lord, is that all? I'll buy you a fucking pancake tower."

"Wow, it is so good to be back home. I missed all the cussing," I said, making Hope and Tyde laugh. I told them how it took me three years to learn and actually speak curse words in Korean because my first two years were spent learning Hangul from an international language school. The only bad word I knew coming to Korea was pabo [stupid] and it wasn't even THAT offensive. My dad, being the curt ahjussi that he is, never spoke a bad word at home in English or Korean.

"Who taught you how to curse then?" Tyde asked.

"JB and Jackson," I blurted out while watching the almost empty roads. I realized that it's Sunday where I am.

"What?! The guys you work for taught you cuss words, that's fucking insane!" Hope commented.

"I don't work FOR them, Hope, I work WITH them," I said, my voice full of conviction.

"What kind of work do you do in Korea?" Tyde asked.

"She works in the music industry too," Hope answered, his voice dripping with pride. "She's a video editor, she works WITH K-Pop idols,"

"Oh wow, that's so dope!" Tyde said, blue eyes meeting mine through the car's rearview mirror. "Who do you work with?"

"I'm currently assigned to this seven-piece boyband called GOT7."

"I haven't heard their songs yet, can you one?" He said, throwing me off momentarily. Hope protested by telling us that it's way too early in the morning for songs they wouldn't understand. "It's music, dude. You're supposed to just enjoy it. Come on," Tyde goaded, pressing the Bluetooth button on his car radio.

I connected to it and scrolled through my GOT7 playlist. Somehow I felt like that was a make or break situation and the pressure killed me a little inside. That must be how Liv felt when she first introduced me to Wonder Girls and 2ne1 back in uni. I decided to play If You Do first.

"Oh... This is good! Is this their new song?!" Hope was the first to react.

"Yeah," I consciously watched Tyde tap his fingers on the steering wheel. I remembered being so flustered during the shoot for the If You Do MV because of a lot of things... But mostly because of Mark.

"Play the other one, the one they released before that song!" Hope asked, reeling me back into the conversation. Despite our constant bickering, he always said he's my biggest fan and he went nuts when he saw the CG effects I did for Just Right. "Dude, the music video for this one looks like fucking N'Sync, it's so cool." He told Tyde as the intro rolled in.

"Oh wow, I like this! What is this?" Tyde asked.

"It's called Just Right," I answered, translating lyrics every once in a while. Hope started dancing as soon as the chorus came in. He showed Tyde the hook's dance points and they both grooved to the music, possibly momentarily forgetting that I was there.

"This is so fun, you should play me more of this!" Tyde said, turning to me with a smile before fixing his eyes back on the road. "Can you send me this song? I'll play it tonight at the party,"

"Dude, that would be sick!"

"I know right? I'll probably, like, play parts of it and remix it with some of the beats we made last week."

"Wait what party are you guys talking about?" I interrupted.

"Oh, we're having a house party later for my brother. You're coming, right?"

"Uh-I," I racked my brains for reasons not to go, but the coffee hasn't kicked in just yet.

"She's coming," My brother said forcefully. "She wouldn't want to miss out on meeting THE Troye Sivan."

"What?! He's your brother?!" I said, eyes wide. I've been a fan of Troye since his YouTube days, when the promise of being a world-famous singer-songwriter seemed far away. I was in Korea when he finally had his Billboard breakthrough and started touring as an artist so despite my jetlag, I allowed my brother to drag me to Perth later that afternoon in the hopes of meeting Troye.

*Flashforward*

My phone starts vibrating in my hand, jolting me out of my reverie. I see a message from BamBam in our group chat, which is now (thankfully) named "With Love, The Resthouse Caretaker" as it is how they've decided to fondly call me. I instantly smile when I see his photo.

BamBam: Hello from Thailand!

Me: *waving emoticon* Sawadeekaa!

BamBam: Hello, Noona, are you in Australia?

Love: Yup!

BamBam: What time is it over there?

Love: 11PM

BamBam: How come you still awake?

Love: Because I'm at a party!

BamBam: Wow! Take a selfie!

I find myself giggling at that. Since our New Year's Day party, my phone has been constantly filled with selfies and random photos from the boys. I've never sent them a single selfie. The act feels so intimate to me that I couldn't bring myself to do it and the thought of them keeping my photos in their galleries scares me a bit. What if somebody sees them?

Tonight's a bit different though. As I down the rest of my rhum coke, I feel a tinge of confidence spreading through my body, and it's enough for me to snap a photo of my slightly flushed, fully made up face. I send it to the group immediately before I start regretting it.

Mark: Nice! We finally have your selfie *wink emoji*

I feel my heart jump up to my throat upon seeing his name. My hands grow cold and I'm suddenly thirsty for another rhum coke. It's the same sickly feeling I got while watching him film his part in the If You Do music video—like I'm suddenly in a roller coaster that stopped mid-air.

BamBam: Noona you look hot!

BamBam: Mark Hyung did we wake you up?

Mark: No, I was awake the whole time, just busy.

Mark: Love, where are you?

Love: Perth, at Troye Sivan's house

I send them a photo of the huge house in front of me. I met Troye a few hours ago when we arrived. True to his word, Tyde introduced me to his brother, who beamed at us warmly and asked me to also send him the K-Pop playlist I'm making for his brother. I send them my photo standing side by side with Troye and Hope.

BamBam: That is so cool!

BamBam: And I like your outfit!

Love: Thanks! How's vacation so far?

Mark: I'm just chilling...

BamBam: Me too.

BamBam: I was so tired yesterday, I got to the airport and there were so many fans waiting I couldn't believe it!

Love: Aaawww that's so sweet!

Mark: How about you Love?

Love: I'm bored. I got no one to talk to here.

"Yo, what the fuck are you doing here all alone?" Hope has the best timing in the world. He looks at me through hooded eyes, his graphic shirt sticking to his sweaty body as he finishes another drink. From the way he looks right now, you wouldn't think he's a licensed architect.

"I'm chatting with my friends," I say, before going back to my phone. Hope grabs it and slips it into his back pocket. "What the—Hope!"

"Stop being a princess and just come with me. Tyde is looking for you and I will kill you if you miss out on this opportunity," He grabs my wrist and drags me to the makeshift dance floor where other sweaty bodies are packed dancing to the intro of Justin Bieber's Sorry. Tyde sees me and waves at me to come over. I hesitantly walk up to the DJ booth.

"Hey!" Tyde says, taking his headphones off momentarily. I hand him a thumb drive with the audio files of Just Right and If You Do, remembering his request. "Oh, thanks!" He says and I force myself to smile, hoping that I wouldn't get in trouble for giving away really important music files just like that. His hand lands on my lower back as he moves closer to talk to me over the loud music. "So, Hope told me you like mixing music too?"

"Yeah, I did that back in college," I answer. I used to edit cheer mixes for my university's cheer squad because Liv, my best friend, is the head cheerleader. She discovered my editing capabilities way sooner than everyone else did and she, along with my brother, convinced me to keep doing it. I guess I have them to thank for my job. Tyde smiles at me and I realize he's almost a foot taller than I am so I squint a little at him.

"Do you want to learn how to DJ?"

"What?!" I think the bass is way too loud in this side of the party.

"I think you can learn pretty easily, I listened to your old mixes and you've got the basics down,"

"Oh my god, really?" I say, realizing that Hope may have planned this all along. Hope, I will definitely kill you but not tonight because I love you. "I-I'd love to learn. Are you sure it's okay?"

"Of course, come on!" Tyde pull sme towards the booth and shows me his station. It's the first time I'm seeing all these things and yet somehow, it all feels familiar to me. "Go on, try it out!" He gives me his headphones and shows me how to add layers to the music. I try playing the transition beats from If You Do's hook and it went in perfectly with Sorry's chorus. Tyde gives me a thumbs up sign before showing me how to mix things up and I absorb it so easily that we're both grooving at the DJ booth side by side before the song even ended.

"Thanks Tyde, this is so much fun!" I say, beaming at him as I hand his headphones back. I'm never the kind of person to party hard. Lord knows I'd rather cozy up at home with my vinyl records and books, but at this exact moment, I feel different.

"Dude, you were really good! Listen," He scoots closer to me again and whispers. "I have a gig this weekend, do you want to spin with me?"

I nod, feeling the world whirling around me just a little. He tells me that we should talk about it later. I can feel my heart racing as I step out of the DJ booth, thinking I must have had too much to drink already.