(Mark's pov)

When Jackson and I arrived at dance floor, girls started to crowd around us.

Some even had the courage to come over to us and dance with us.

At first, it was just innocent dancing but it soon escalated to dirty dancing.

There was this particular girl who came on to me and wouldn't let go. I wanted to be nice and dance with her but made sure to keep a distance between us.

"Um." I started as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"I missed you Mark oppa." She breathed as she nuzzled my neck and I tensed.

"Um. Hi?" I replied questioningly. *Do I know her?* she pouted in the most ugliest way possible.

"You don't remember me, do you?" She hissed and I bit my lips. *Don't tell me she was one of my one night stands.*

"I'm Yoonmi! The girl that you always made out with when you come to this club!" She exclaimed and my mouth rounded to an 'o' shape.

"Now, you remember right?" She asked and I didn't answer trying to remain my cool that I'm pretty sure I lost already. 

"Oh my oppa, you dyed your hair red? How y." She cooed, grabbing a fist full of hair and I shivered.

"When I first saw you with brown hair you were really hot, I guess you're hotter now." She giggled to herself.

"Um, excuse me." I said prying her hands off my head as I tired to leave the creepy and probably drunk girl trying to get in my pants.

"But oppa! You don't come often anymore and we didn