A black night sky.

Yellow streetlights.

It was Jimin's favourite time of day.

Just before midnight.

Jimin sighed as she sat in the back of her car.

It was a sunday night, and she just had a meeting with the manager, halfway across town. Due to the recent controversies, AOA's popularity had dropped, and she and Seolhyun had been scolded by neitizens. More importantly, their comeback promotions had been cut short.

A tear streaked from Jimin's eye.

It had been decided during the meeting, that she and Seolhyun would have to make a public apology tommorrow. It would be sad and embarassing, and it certaintly would hurt her pride. After finishing her quick read on Korean history, she turned to the window, and tried to think.

What have I accomplished... all this time i've become an idol...

Jimin frowned, and wiped away her tears.

There was still a good half-an hour before the car reached the dorm.

She reached in her pack, and threaded her in-ear monitors over her ears.

She hit autoplay on her music player, and immediately Still Falls the Rain blasted into her ears.

She smiled.

A grave smile. Subtle.

Even when she was alone, Hyejeong's sweet voice always managed to make her heart warm.

Her attention turned back to her thoughts.

Everything outside seemed like a blur.

Shin Jimin...

Who are you...

A rapper?

I guess...

An angel...?

Don't kid yourself...

A visual?

Your name is not Seolhyun neither Hyejeong.

A leader?

Am I?

Choa takes care of most of us...

Then... what do I do?

I...

I boss the girls around...

shouting orders....

Jimin laughed at herself. A quick chuckle.

What the hell is your use in the group...

You can rap and... that's it...

What HAVE I done for so long...

I've written tons of raps... maybe even hundreds...

But no one ever notices them...

What have I done that can be for show?

I...

I've been on Unpretty Rapstar. Killed it there.

I've done a project... that was pretty good I guess...

I've done a solo debut. Won without performing...

Aish...

Is that...

Not enough..?

Why do some people just seem hell-bent on destroying me...?

Those damn neitzens...

What do they want?

Should I just do whatever they want?

Do whatever they say?

They might calm down if I do..

Others will laugh at me though...

Say I have no backbone.

But if it's for the company...

I g