From: The Biebs   To: You   I NEED HELP       You snorted when you read Justin's text. After typing your reply, you threw your phone under your pillow and snuggled under your warm blankets.   It always amazed you how your best friend could be awake so early in the morning. Especially in the summer. You usually slept until late after noon.       From: You   To: The Biebs   I DON'T CARE       When Bieber got you text, he practically threw his phone through the glass of his bedroom window.   Austin Mahone had just released a new album. His song "What About Love" was alread a big hit. Austin was Justin's competition and he refused to let the younger boy become more popular than him. In order to secure his popularity, Justin's manager had told him, he should come out with a new album again.   Justin agreed. The only probably was, he had no ideas for songs, whatsoever.    Whenever he was without ideas, he always turned to you for help. And you usually helped him.   Some of his most popular songs were composed with your help.       From: The Biebs   To: You   I'm coming over.       After sending the text, Justin hopped into his Fisker Karma (his car) and drove to your apartment.       The walls of your room were hidden by countless posters of SHINee, Boyfriend, Teen Top, B.A.P, Super Junior, and especially Exo. Fandom merch was strewn all over your room. In a corner was an expensive stereo and all of your favorite groups' albums, starting from their first mini albums. Almost every single article of clothing you owned was related to kpop. Ninety-eight percent of the music downloaded on your phone was kpop.   If kpop was a drug you'd probably overdose.   You were a hardcore kpopper, no joke.   Feeling your phone vibrate, you reached under your pillow for it. You saw Justin's text and screamed.   "AUGHH NO!"   As much as you loved your friend, you would appreciate it if he didn't spend the majority o