"Hannie's ideal type is --"
"Me!" Hannie shot up from her seat and beamed proudly at the audience, winking into the camera. She wasn't going to lose her pride now. Not when she's just gaining face -- not yet, she told herself. "My ideal type is myself. Someone who knows how to joke, have fun, is y, and --"
"Yah, that's not fair!" Haebyeol scolded.
Hannie stuck her tongue out. "Mehrong! MC-shii, I think we can carry on to the next story now. ELiTE X-file is over!"
Dong-wook grinned, nodding his head as he bounced his shoulders with laughter. "I guess that's fair enough. I think it's a bit too early to corrupt our maknae anyways."
"Yeah, and we can always leave Seungri-ah to do that," Anna smirked.
Seungri stuck his tongue out at her, mimicking her tone with gibberish, only to earn himself a hard glare and laughter from the audience.

Dong-wook smiled happily. "Well, it seems we don't really have any other stories to cover, and coincidentally we are even out of time. So, to conclude, our two nominees for the battle talk winner are... Seungri-shii and Seven-shii!"
The guests drummed their hands, beating their thighs in a rhythmic beat as the nominees shifted back and forth tangible votes.

"And the winner is Seungri-shii!"

Seungri bounced from his seat to receive the flower-lei and bouquet of flowers. "Gamsahamnida!" He turned around, bowing to his peers, shooting Vivien a brief smile before turning to his audience and bowing one more time. "The next time I come on here, maybe I'll give you all a story about my date with Venus!"
"Yah!"
"Sorry, Princess," Seungri giggled, averting his gaze to Vivien. "I was just joking."
"Seungri, I don't think there should be another next time for you on this show," Jiyong laughed, scratching his head. 
Seungri stamped his feet childishly before pouting to the camera. "You guys want me here, right?"

Dong-wook clapped happily, clasping his hands together before stalking to center-stage, arms draped around Seungri's petite shoulders. "This has been... Strong Heart! Ne, thank you for watching!"

The cameras shut off, the headlights dimmed, and the audience died down. Dong-wook turned to his audiences, bowing and averting his attention to the various idols rising to their feet and stretching out their sore limbs. "You've worked hard today; thank you for giving such a great show!" he bade them before disappearing backsage, behind the varying props.
Hannie grinned at the praise, clasping her hand with Kisa's as they bounced toward their managers and toward Jiyong, Seungri, and Taeyang. "We should come on this show again," Kisa tittered joyfully.
"So you can stir up more trouble?" Kyo Jin scoffed. 
"So you can cause more scandals to break loose?" Ava chimed in.
"No thank you," the ELiTE members, excluding Kisa and Hannie, chorused.

"At least we had fun!" Seungri chirped, following behind the seven girls to pile into the multiple vans they had to arrive in. 
"Yeah, and now at least we have new things to talk about in the dormitories," Jiyong added humorously.
"There's not going to be one boring day with these girls, now," Taeyang agreed, shutting the car door behind in as he shuffled in behind Seungri and Ava.

Rain.

Not what the girls expected on their day off. It was only the following day, still worn out from their appearance on Strong Heart from the day prior. But despite their fatigue and exhaustion, the girls wanted to take the day off to go shopping, or to eat and spend time together. But of course, the pouring raindrops and thunder hindered in their way of doing so. And so, the ELiTE girls were rained in, trapped inside their cramped dormitories and mourning over the depressing day.
"Why does it have to rain? It's August; who the heck lets it rain in August?" Kisa complained, rolling onto her stomach, sprawling her limbs across the couch as she fumbled with the tv remote. She ran through several channels, nothing catching her attention in particular. Kyo Jin sat beside her, letting Kisa rest her legs upon her lap, reading a book. Usually hyper and active, most of the girls were either cooped up in their rooms, sleeping, or out in the living area eating and trying to make something of their tedious day.

"And to think we had so much fun yesterday," Ava sighed. "Such a waste."
Hannie only grunted, ignoring her unnie's as she shoveled through their online fan-cafe, scowling at the comments that approached her sight. "This is ing ridiculous," she muttered, eyes downcasted.
"Hey," Ava nudged her, "careful with you language."
"Don't tell me what to do."

Eyes narrowed on Hannie, confused and baffled. Just yesterday, she was the female version of Seungri, attitude bouncing off walls and jumping around joyously; and now, back in the dorm, she was her cold, distant self -- just as she was on their first night together.
"Is something wrong?" Kisa inquired with a worrisome expression. Even Kyo Jin by now had lowered her book to look at her dongsaeng.
"Yah, answer when we ask you something," Ava muttered.
Hannie only shrugged off their hands, eyes glued to her laptop screen. She felt her chest heave up and down, and soon her laptop was left on the hardwood floors, neglected and disregarded, for Hannie had suddenly rose to her feet, stamping off to her room.

"What's her problem?" Kisa mumbled, disgruntled with their maknae's hissy fit.
"Probably the time of the month," Kyo Jin suggested nonchalantly.
"Actually, that's far from what's really wrong," Ava sighed, scrolling through their fanbases' forum page.

Hannie down the remainder of the bottle whole, thumping her head against her desk as she slumped her small form into her chair. She spun herself multiple times, dangling her legs limply, fingers loosely curling around the glass bottle's neck. "Stupid anti-fans," she muttered to herself, tossing the empty bottle onto her bed. "I'm too cool for them anyways."
And yet, another bottle was clasped in between her slim fingers, uncapped and ready to be drunken. And to her lips, the neck of the bottle is engulfed, the bitter, liquid contents streaming down Hannie's throat. She clenched the bottle tightly into her hands, grimacing at the stinging in , parched for water. But she disregarded, it, glaring tiredly at the wall before her. "I just intimidate them," she whispered to herself. "They don't know me." More sips, more gulps; the second bottle was drained within minutes and soon, Hannie found herself stumbling across her room, grabbing a jumper and tossing it over her head messily.

Within minutes, she was back out in the living area, tossing herself across the tight space and to the front door.

"Yah, where are you going?"

So, it seems Anna has finally woken up from her beauty rest, Hannie realized. "Out," she slurred, kicking away shoes to get to her own.
Kisa gripped Hannie by her arm, in attempt to pull her back, only to have the younger furiously yank her arm back. Hannie glared at Kisa briefly before grunting lowly, exiting the compounds. Just as Kisa was about to run after her, Ava pulled her back, shaking her head.
"Leave her," Haebyeol tittered bitterly. "Just like us, she needs time alone to think."
"Especially with those things being said about her," Vivien agreed. "She'll be fine; she's a toughie."

Kisa kicked off her shoes, slumping back into her previous position on the couch. "You guys better be right..."

Thunder roared across the skies, booming loudly; louder than even the fans' chants. Lightning was not yet visible, but Hannie knew for sure that it would be coming soon; but one thing was for sure: the rain wasn't going to let up anytime soon. Pulling her hood over her orange head, Hannie wiped away some dampened strands of her hair, exiting the YG parking lot and onto the street. 

She strolled casually down the barren streets, ignoring the rain that pelted against her clothed skin. Water seeped through the thin fabric covering her, sliding down her porcelain features. Hands shoved into pockets, face buried under her hood, sunglasses draped across the bridge of her nose -- none of it could protect her from the cold rain. Despite the summer-like season, the air was bitter and cold, chilling Hannie to her core.

Hannie's not even that talented.

She'd probably be better of in a visual kei band where they do nothing but scream their heads off and look pretty.

Who does she think she is, causing a scene for her elders like that on public broadcast?

What a disgrace.

ELiTE would be so much better without her.

Even Amber's not like this.

Amber doesn't deserve to be compared to trash like Hannie; I feel so bad for Amber, jeez. Having to be categorized as a tomboy, in the same category as Hannie? That's just plain sad.

With each memory of the comments that came across her vision, Hannie rototated her jaw and gritted her teeth together, seething vehemently with exasperation and frustration. "Stupid girls, don't know what they're talking about. Who's the one making the money, here?" she muttered, mostly to comfort herself. She grumbled endlessly, walking into some unknown direction; luckily, she still knew her way around Seoul, and decided to rest outside a beef soup restaurant, resting her feet as she caught her breath under the awning that provided her with dry shelter.

She kicked away several pebbles, biting her lip angrily. Hard enough to draw blood, she sighed and dragged her back down against the brick wall and sat down shamelessly on the concrete, watching cars zoom past her. Occasionally, a splash over water would slurge over her feet, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered to her; her heart felt heavy at the hateful comments the so-called fans had left on their fan-cafe page; her mind racked and scavenged through every nook and cranny for ways to improve herself so that she can redeem the fans' love. She wanted their hearts.

Her tongue peeked through her slightly parted lips to retain the lost moisture of , and she soon found herself ruffling her moist hair, frustrated. "Whatever," she groaned, "got no s to give anyways."
And soon, she picked herself up, clicking her tongue. "You've got a career now. Focus on that, Hannie," she mumbled to herself.

As she made her way back, the rain grew harder, pounding against her small frame; many times, she nearly stumbled jumping at the sudden sound of thunder every now and then; and every now and then she would look up -- lightning has finally made his appearance, she noted. She continued to walk, splashing her boots childishly, until she stopped all together. The rain around her didn't stop, but for some reason, none of the falling drops of water pelted on her anymore.

Looking up, she came face to face with a young schoolgirl, perhaps her age, holding out her umbrella for Hannie, smiling brightly as she made eye contact with ELiTE's maknae. The girl cleared , ing out her umbrella for Hannie, only to have it pushed back. Hannie smirked briefly, her lips twitching into an expression of gratitude. "Don't get sick from the rain because of me," Hannie told her softly.
"You're.. Park Hannie."
"Ne," Hannie replied, raising her brow.

She's going to hate on me like the others. She's different though, because this time she has the balls to do it to my face. Just watch, Hannie wondered to herself. She's going to call me scary, intimidating; she's going to spit in my face and --

"Can I have your autograph?"

Huh?

"D-de?"