Kisa, back in her room, picked up her blaring phone sleepily, a grumble escaping past her lips to pass for a brief salutation. She shot upright, however, at the familiar voice quivering on the other end; his husky voice could be detected anywhere. She sat up, back erect with an alarming worry cascading through her heart. "Yah.. yah, Seunggie, are you okay?" She breathed heavily, throwing off the covers from her body, and stumbling to her closet to throw on whatever she found first. "Seunggie-ah, it's Kisa, talk to me." She huffed, throwing on a pair of sweats and a cap; she grabbed all her necessities with one go, flinging it into her bag. "I'm going to your dorm, okay? ... No, you obviously aren't going to tell me on the phone, so it up for twenty minutes and man up, Seunggie-ah. I'll be there as soon as I can, araseo? ... No, shut up and stop crying -- I'm coming... Shut up, I'm coming. See you."

She breathed, pocketing her phone. With much haste, she scribbed a note, plastering it onto the fridge with a magnet before storming out the door with swift course, heart beating rapidly. She pulled her cap on even tighter, rushing out the back door of the building to escape her massive hoards of fans, and ran to her heart's content. She brushed past people, unstoppable, briskly pushing her legs forward with large breaths. It ran through her mind all at once. There was his shaky breath, his whimpering voice, his sniffles -- it swiveled around Kisa's frenetic mind, swirling around so that she became nearly dizzy.

She stopped finally, clawing her way up the stairs after her grand entrance; she ignored the glances she received from the receptionists, and stumbled up the stairs beside their desks, making her way up to the accustomed room she had come to visit many times. 313... 314... 315... 316.

She pounded on the door furiously, kicking her feet even. Her shoelaces were coming off, but she didn't care. Her jacket was half-on, not even zipped, cap lopsided and hanging off the side of her head. Her dark brown hair was disheveled from running against the wind. She gasped at the familiar face popping behind the door, his purple hair a mess. "Junhyung-ah, where's --"
"He's in his room."
The elder nodded curtly, making way for Kisa to pass by; she ran, sprinted to the appointed bedroom she was directed to.  "Ugh ," she cursed. "We have a concert today." Glancing at her clock, it was only early morning. Concert was at 5 tonight, she noted. "I have time." She made her way into the room, slumping her shoulders pitifully at the limpen figure hunched in the corner of the room by his bed. "Hyunseung-ah," Kisa whispered. She threw her bag off tiredly, plopping herself down beside him, leaning her head affectionately on her shoulder. "I'm really tired you know that?" She glanced up at him from behind her long eyelashes, taking her time to examine his tear-streaked eyes. "What happened?"

"Abeoji.. Abeoji, last night, had a heart attack."

Kisa sat up straight, panic coursing fiercely through her veins.

"He didn't make it."

Trouble.

The first thing that crossed Haebyeol's mind was trouble. "This isn't a party," she stated simply, glaring at Lu Han from the corner of her eye. "Ah, I should've known. Nobody suddenly has a party and changes the time to early morning." It was a get together. Only a select few were here, meaning Haebyeol's hostility would be more easily detected, as well as her flaming hatred for the particular being sitting on the edge of the couch three meters before her. 

"I have a concert today," Haebyeol remarked suddenly.
"That didn't stop you from coming," Suzy pouted. "It's just a small kickback -- c'mon, unnie. Loosen up! For the concert!"
"Yeah!" Lu Han chorused childishly. He beamed at her, eyes disappearing behind his smile. He knew about it, Haebyeol realized. He knew about it, and he still forced her to come -- he lied, saying it was a party, and lied, saying Suzy just so happened to "change the time". It was never going to be a full-blown out party with dancing bodies and blaring music -- it was always this pre-meditated kickback with Urban Zakapa pertruding from the speakers with dainty sandwiches and cups of tea.

Haebyeol grimaced mentally, before complying. "Alright.. I have to leave at four, though, okay?"
Lu Han and Suzy nodded ecstatically, whilst Sunny and Hyoyeon simply laughed. "I'll take you," Lu Han smiled. Behind his eyes, laced a small trace of apology, to which Haebyeol accepted immediately, by grasping his hand. She turned to Suzy, then, grinning affably. "Miss Bae Suzy -- we have some catching up to do."

"Of course, unnie! Come, I'll introduce you to some new friends I made, too!"

Goo Hara glared at Haebyeol, to which the latter returned. "I don't get why you're friends with so many SM artists," Hara added simply, feigning a petty smile. She raised a tea cup to her lips, taking a delicate sip. "You're friends with Sooyoung-unnie, Hyoyeon-unnie, and you're even friends with Lu Han-oppa and Baekhyun-oppa? And to add Suzy, who's with JYP.. is there a problem you have with YG?"
Haebyeol scoffed at the younger's insecurity. "I can't be friends with others outside my company?"
Hara shrugged at this, brushing the matter off with an obsure look. 

"It's not that," Haebyeol clarified defiantly as eyes were on her. "I just like to have many friends. I'm actually close to many of the sunbae's and unnie's at YG, as well," she stated calmly. She, though, seethed inside, gripping Lu Han's hand tightly.
"And you're dating Lu Han-oppa?" Hara inquired, peeking a glimpse at their interlocked fingers. Jealousy flashed for just a mere second, before a dainty smirk made its way onto Hara's made up features. 

Haebyeol nodded. "And I trust you can keep that to yourself until we're ready to announce it?"

Hara's smirk widened, "Oh... of course, Haebyeol-shii."

Haebyeol mentally rolled her eyes. Sweet Jesus please have mercy.

Anna and Ava laughed jubilantly, smiling into the cameras, until the photographer suddenly decided he wanted to stop. "Is there a problem?" Ava inquired worriedly.
The director shook his head, chuckling huskily. "It's not that... your guests are here."
"Guests?" Anna questioned. "Um.. PD-nim, are we doing more? We have a concert to prepare --"
"It won't take long," the director promised assuringly. "We'll just continue what we're doing now. You have plenty of time anyways."

Anna and Ava nodded unsurely to one another before draping themselves with their appointed robes; they left to go back to hair and make-up, where their supposed guests were awaiting them. They had bowed their heads before Anna and Ava could get a good look; however, it was when their heads raised back up. "We are --, B.A -- oh.."
The leader halted immediately, and grinned widely, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. At first, his subordinates glared oddly at him, before following the eldest's gaze. Their eyes traveled particularly to Ava, before nodding understandingly, a massive wave of beams overspreading their brightened features. "Noona! Noona, annyeong!"

Ava and Anna bowed their heads. "Annyeong haseyo," they greeted kindly.

The boys bowed. "We are -- B.A.P! Yessir, annyeong haseyo, please take care of us!"

Anna secretively glanced at Ava from the corner of her eye, to find a sheepish-looking Ava. And then, a devious smirk made its way onto Anna's lips. "Let's work hard today, okay?"
"Ne, sunbaenim!"
"Oh, it's okay," Anna stated amiably. "You can be informal with us.. it seems you guys are all already acquainted, so feel compelled to be formal with me." Ava cursed the elder under her breath, nudging Anna's shoulder knowingly before grinning over at the six boys.

"Let's work hard," she meekly stated, holding up a fist.

"Ne!"

Kyo Jin picked at her food delicately, laughing brightly as Onew told yet another joke. Her stomach fluttered happily as she chewed merrily on her food, sipping after to wash the debris away. She wiped her lips, smiling gleefully at Onew. "Sorry I haven't called," the latter apologized fervently. "I've been really busy."
"Oh, it's okay," Kyo Jin reassured contently. "I know Minho-shii is busy with his drama, and you must have recordings to do as well, right?" 
Onew nodded, appreciating Kyo Jin's understanding. He grinned, watching Kyo Jin take another bite of her food. "We should do this more often," he suggested casually. "I've been feeling so much stress lately... but now that I'm hanging out with you, I suddenly feel relieved."
"Really?" Kyo Jin's brows raised with a pending shock. She grinned, nevertheless, nodding with a fervent agreement. "I would like that a lot," she told him honestly. "I've been really stressed too -- it feels good to come out and have fun."

Onew smiled shyly, nodding. "I'm glad you agree," he told her with a timid smile. "Next time, we can go out for crepes, huh?"
Kyo Jin blinked naively, nodding simply. "Geurae.. but why crepes? Have you been craving them or something?" she inquired curiously.
"Something like that," Onew replied bashfully. No; people say only couples share crepes. "I've been meaning to try them; I haven't had them for a while, and Taemin told me of a place that apparently has great crepes." I wanted to enjoy them with you, Kyo Jin-shii.

"Ah, geurae.. just call me whenever, and I'll see if I'm free!"

Hannie to her stomach, her bed creaking under her light weight. 

Kevin smiled genuinely, a small, ghost of a smile -- but still a smile. He rose from his seat reluctantly, walking briskly over to Hannie. He laid a gentle hand upon her shoulder before leaning down to meet her eyes. "Hannie-ah.. gohmahwoh." Silently, he chuckled, grazing his lips past her cheek before pecking her lightly. "Oppa owes you one," he whispered, his warm breath tickling her reddened skin.

She shook her head furiously, slapping herself softly with her clenched fists. "Ani, Hannie-ah, you can't think thoes kinds of thoughts!"

Quickly, yet smoothly, Hannie rapped a small portion from GNA's "I'll Back Off So You Can Live Better", adding her own twist to it. With it being only one minute, Kevin had already buried ihs face into the contents of his slender hands, Hannie mimicking him perfectly. Vivien and Haebyeol erupted into a fit of enamored laughter, holding onto each other amidst there hysteria. Hannie continued to duck behind her hands even after Kevin made his way off stage -- but not before he thanked her with a short, yet tight hug.
"Goh mah woh," he whispered kindly into her ear. "I like your voice. ELiTE hwaiting!"

"Why are you thinking such thoughts?!" Hannie blinked rapidly to herself, placing her quivering hand over her chest. "Agh, that stupid 20 year old.. making a minor like me feel like this -- isn't that a crime? Pabbo oppa," she muttered stubbornly to herself.

"I never got a call about your condition; I was worried, so I decided to come back as fast as I could after practice... I hope you don't mind," he smiled.

"Ugh, what a stupid, cute kid!"

Seungri hunched over Vivien's seated body, crying gently into her shoulder as he s his arms around her slim waist. "Why are you crying?" Vivien demanded impatiently.
The alcohol reeked from his clothes, and the apparent soju bottles scattered across the floors signified just how many he already had today. "Oppa, I have a concert to prepare for soon. If you don't hurry up and tell me, I really will leave you."
Seungri clung tighter onto her, raising himself to lean his forehead against hers. His reddened eyes were swollen with a loss of dignity, tear-stained and streaked with a furious repent. He sniffled, smirking bitterly. "I must look really ugly right now, huh?" he whispered sourly.
"Oppa --"
"Why are you in such a hurry to leave nowadays?" Seungri inquired childishly. "I want to see you these days, and you're just busy with this and that -- and even when you make time for me, you always leave shortly after... do you have me or something?"

Vivien sighed, racking her brain for possible answers. Her eyes wandered, averting away from Seungri's penetrating optics. She hummed once, earning herself a puzzled glare. "I do hate you," she whispered. "Because you're such a stupid head. You can't realize the things I've done for you or why I do them; you're careless, and lazy, and impudent; I can never depend on you, but you're always dependant on me; you use me and you make fun of me, and sometimes you make me laugh even when I don't want to. You make me mad, but I can never stay mad at you long." Vivien drew in a cold, shaky hiss. "I hate you, Lee Seung-hyung, for everything you do to me. And even now, you're too busy crying over your stupid scandal that shouldn't even matter, and you're disregarding your personal well-being. You're not taking care of yourself, or showering, but drinking soju instead. You're stupid, pathetic, ridiculous, and careless -- and because of that, I hate you."

She pouted stubbornly, sighing as an embarassed blush crawled onto her define cheekbones. "But even then, as much as I hate you, it doesn't match up to how much I love you."

He blinked, silent.

"So stop your crying; the scandal isn't your biggest problem anymore," Vivien stated in a soft whisper.
"What is it, then?" Seungri breathed, voice raspy and croaking. He seemed to have sobered up suddenly -- or maybe he was never drunk at all; his eyes were defined by a curious interest sparked within his irises. His sobs were choked up, reticent. "What would be a bigger concern than a one-night-stand gone bad?" he whispered desperately.

Vivien was quiet for just a second, before she glanced defiantly into Seungri's bloodshot eyes.

"Your best friend bearing romantic feelings for you."