Hannie eyed Haebyeol mysteriously, wagging her eyebrows. "Did you get some?"
Haebyeol bounced her shoulders innocently, bobbing her head from side to side. "Well... I definitely got something," Haebyeol laughed, placing her arm around Hannie. "Now.. you just have to wait for Kevin-oppa and --"
Hannie grunted, yanking herself out of her elder's grasp, pouting defeatedly. "You guys are so mean."
"Well, now you know how I feel everytime you make fun of me and Panda-oppa," Vivien retorted in a chiding titter.
"Dude, you just set yourself up," Hannie objected rolling her eyes. "Seriously? Panda-oppa? Sweetheart? Who wouldn't make fun of that?" Hannie sniggered, "Those pet names just make fun of themselves."
"Be nice," Anna whistled, walking in and out of the kitchen before anyone could argue.

Hannie rolled her eyes, then her eyes lit up. Oh, that's right!

"Hey guys. I have to go out for a bit to the market," Hannie announced, slipping on her shoes. "Y'all need anything?" Hannie looked around at the blank faces, expectantly awaiting their replies; however, none of the elders responded, for they were too engrossed in the drama playing across the screen. "Guess not," Hannie murmured. "Call me if you need anything! I'll be out for a bit!" With that, the young teen made her way down the corridor, counting down with her fingers. "Let's see," she hummed to herself. "I'm out of Blue Label, Daniel's, Bailey's, and Grey Goose... anything else? Ani.. should I get Red Label, too?" She patted her pockets, feeling the large wad of money danging in her jeans' pocket. She just got paid recently... "Might as well, right? Hannie got a bonus!"

She threw her fist into the air victoriously, grinning arrogantly to herself for keeping her secret hidden away so well; as of currently, she's had late night sessions with Kisa and all, but it was never serious enough to get them even tipsy. Just a couple of sips here and there, but those sips here and there over a period of a few months really let Hannie run low before she even came to know.  "I wonder if he misses me," she wondered to herself as she strolled casually into the darker parts of town. "I haven't been there in weeks."

She strided casually into a gloomy bar, in her breath as she savored the bitter aroma of hard liquor floating about in the lurking atmosphere. "I'm here!"
"Thought you died out, kiddo," a gruff man barked, flashing her a toothy grin. Hannie mirrored the man's beam by a lot, leaning across the wooden bar, taking a long look at the lot behind him; she examined the shelves meticulously, pursing her lips. "Idol life is hard," she complained. "Anyways, just the usual, plus some Red, please. And put it in a tote or something; can't be seen walking around with paper bags."
"Aish, you've got to be more careful, Hannie-ah," the old man grunted, packing in her alcohol.
Hannie pursed her lips thoughtfully. "I am careful.. with all the work, I haven't been able to take in much. The girls are starting to get iffy about why I never let them in my room... but no s to give, so, yeah. I'll probably be back sometime this week to pick up the rest of my lot," Hannie reported toughly. She took the tote into her arms, slinging it over her shoulder.

Just perfect; it looked like she just came back from rehearsal. The old man glared hard into Hannie's eye, pointing a chiding finger at her. "As much as I love the money I get from you, you and I are pretty close friends; don't do anything stupid and be careful. Find someone to take care of you already, Hannie-ah; you're young and you've gots potential, so don't waste it."
Hannie waved her hand dismmissively, brushing off his innate scolding, walking out the doors. "Thanks, ahjusshi!"

She slung the heavy bag over her other sholder as her right arm soon began to fall numb. As she was finally back in the safer, more conservative parts of Seoul, Hannie relaxed herself, whistling casually. And it wasn't until she walked past a bunch of fawning schoolgirls, when she finally stopped to take note of her surrounding environment. She was probably in a shopping district -- many fangirls were following her, pointing and whispering. Whether it was good or bad gossip, Hannie didn't know, nor did she care. She simply shrugged, adjusting the strap of her bag, and walked off, only to continue to be followed.

She whipped around, flipping the bangs of her brown hair out of her dull eyes. "Can I help you?"
"I don't get how you became famous," one girl piped up cockily.
Hannie rose a brow. So it was bad gossip. Why these girls always picked on Hannie was a wonder to the maknae herself; she received the most hate; she had the least followers out of all the seven members; and she had the least fans on her fan cafe page. She didn't care, but at times (usually in the late hours of the night when she was already wasted), she would just wonder to herself, "Is there something wrong with me?"

"Well, I auditioned, for one," Hannie retorted bluntly, hardening her glare upon the girl. The schoolgirl didn't back down; she only puffed out her chest and held her chin higher. "Secondly, I worked my off. So if you don't mind, I don't appreciate your ignorance bashing on myself."
The girls rose their brows at her. The entire posse hushed themselves, falling into a series of contemptuous murmurs as their "leader" scoffed loudly, crossing her arms across her chest.
"But you're not pretty --"
"Nor are you," Hannie interjected with a smirk, "but really... who's the one making the money here? Who's the one getting fanboys and fangirls? Who's the one signing autographs and living the idol life?" It was Hannie's turn to scoff, "Definitely not you."

Hannie looked the girl up and down one last time before her lips. Muttering incoherent profanities beneath her breath, Hannie only rolled her eyes as she walked away. "You're a stupid ! You don't deserve the fame! Kevin-oppa is mine!"
Hannie snorted, "So that's how it is?" She continued to walk, slipping into her usual shortcut, striding down an empty alleyway. The alleyway was wide enough to fit a few food stands here and there; and maybe some clothing racks and jewelry stands, too, but that was about it. Hannie didn't have a problem coming down this way; the ahjummas and ahjusshi's knew her well, for it was her usual route home.

She didn't greet any of them this time, though; but it's not like they cared, she realized. Getting their stock into tip top shape to appeal to their customers was much more important than having to greet some teenage hoodlum. Hannie scowled, pulling out a long bottle of Bailey's, popping off the top and taking a long swig. "Stupid girls," she muttered briefly, taking another swig. "Stupid who don't even know me... saying things like that.. stupid, foolish, pabbo's."

By the time she was halfway through the long alley-like marketplace, the sun was just barely setting and Hannie was already halfway through her second bottle -- Blue, this time. "Pathetic little s," she slurred, downing as much as she could without establishing a sting to . "They think they know me, cursing at me like that." Hannie threw the empty bottle into a pile of trashbags. Tipsy, she was; her feet stumbled over her own shoelaces, sometimes over cracks and small dips in the pavement.

The ahjumma's watched her carefully, with worried glances, but still did nothing. As much as they loved to ogle their eyes upon the teenage beaut, they never dared come into contact with her. Hannie, as beautiful, talented, and polite as she was, was still a hoodlum to their eyes -- and now, especially, she was a drunk one... which meant possible danger.

Hannie cursed loudly. She had tripped over her own shoes, falling into a heap just before she reached the end of the long corridor of buildings. She rested herself up against the wall, feeling the rough bricks scrape up through her clothes and into her back only slightly. From where she sat, if she just turned to look to her right, she would be able to see the main street; she already heard the cars zooming past; the pitter patter of feet meeting the ground as pedestrians passed, without sparing a glance at the slumped teen against the wall. Honks and horns sounded throughout the urban atmosphere, filling Hannie's ears, bringing the jubilant nightlife of Tokyo back into her line of sight.

Hannie's heart subconsciously wrenched and yearned for her homelands. "Stupid K-pop," she slurred, as she felt her legs grow weak. "You're the ing reason why I get so much hate.. even when... when-when I don't deserve it." Her head started to fall slightly, and soon a darkness began to creep into her line of vision, blocking out the sights of the cars and people passing by; the buildings around her soon began to disappear, and a blackness blacker than black encased her eyes. And so, her head hung low, as she drifted off into a dreamless, drunken slumber, heaped up by a bunch of trashbags and neglected cardboard boxes.

It wasn't until when the sun was almost completely set when a stranger passed by. His eyes widened profusely and his eyebrows flew to his head. He jogged to the younger immediately, abandoning his posse of friends, ignoring their abrupt inquiries. Softly, his slender hands brushed back fronds of Hannie's sienna coloured hair, examining her worriedly.

"Guys, we have to take her home," he whispered. 
"Is she out cold?" another of his friends questioned.
"More like out completely wasted," yet another snorted.

The original singlet that had first approached Hannie sighed, burrowing through the contents of her bag. "This isn't good; we're lucky we're the ones to find her like this," he stated honestly. "If it were anyone else, she'd be in lots of trouble." He began to slip his hands beneath Hannie, sighing desperately as he felt her light weight take over his arms. "She's so light," he mused quietly under his breath.
"We should get going, hyung."

The man nodded, blowing away strands of his dirty blonde and brown hair as he tucked Hannie comfortably into his arms. "I'm pretty sure we could find the YG dorm building from here; let's go. Dongho, take her tote."
"Ne, hyung."
"Yo, Kev; isn't this that girl that serenaded you?"

Kevin blinked down at Hannie, before his lips curved down into a disappointed, colloquial frown. "Yeah.. yeah, it is her."