A/N: Hey everyone! This is my second published story here, a series of oneshots based mainly on 2NE1 and its members. Before starting the fic, I'd like to explain some things, mainly the format.

Some chapters will be about 2NE1 as a whole. These will just have a title. Some are about an individual, some will be about 2NE1 and Big Bang or other groups, etc. These will have two titles; a category and the actual name of the oneshot.

Baddest Female: CL-centric
EroMinji: Minzy-centric
Yay for Corn: Bom-centric
Da-doong!: Dara-centric
Lollipop Revisited: 2NE1 & Big Bang
All Things Hallyu: 2NE1 & other idols/groups

Finally, the overall rating of this fic is M, because I do not trust myself one bit. However, the rating is not a constant M, so don't worry. M for a reason fics will have a warning beforehand.

That's all for now! 2NE1 fighting!

Park Sandara of 2NE1 stood on a chair in the dorm hallway, eyes narrowed at a black hunk of plastic in the upper corner, eyebrows knitted together and a concerned expression on her face. She inspected the object; why was it there? Who could've possibly put it there?

The elevator opened with a ding!, making her jump and fall to the floor. She stared up at the blurry figure above her, mentally panicking as it moved closer. Was it a burglar? A thief? A crazed fan? A murderer on the loose? Perverts? What did they want with her? What could she do? She scolded herself through her frantic, fearful thoughts. 'You should have taken those self-defense lessons before you debuted! Stupid, stupid Dara!,' she thought. Oh, she was going die here, she just knew it! She didn't want to die like this; her death was supposed to be romantic, in the arms of her true love at an old, old age, not young and lying in a hallway!

"Unnie?"

Oh. It was CL. Okay.

The artificially blond leader stared at the woman on the floor. She noticed the chair Dara had fallen off of, and her gaze followed the wall upwards to the corner above the chair. A little red light blinked at her, and she could see her reflection in a dark circle of glass. She scowled, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as she turned back to her groupmate. "Why is there a camera pointed at the doors?"

Dara started panicking again. An angry CL was a very, very bad thing; especially when what or who had made her mad was on the floor, cornered, and easily bruised. "I don't know! I came back from the carwash and it was just there!"

CL's eyes didn't widen a millimeter. Her unnie was known to play tricks at times. Why should she believe what she said? She set down her shopping bags and took a step towards the brunette, who squealed and threw her hands in front of her face. Before the leader could do anything, however, the door behind them opened, and the purple-haired Gong Minji, aka Minzy, stuck her head out.

"What happened? I heard a crash." Her voice sounded as if she had just woken up—'lazy dongsaeng!' Dara criticized in her head.

CL pointed at the camera. "She put that thing up there while I was shopping." Dara gave another squeal, this one more indignant than frightened. "I did not," the PR manager exclaimed. "Someone snuck in and put it up there! Perverts! There are perverts lurking!"

Minzy laughed at her unnie's antics. "There are no perverts," she giggled as she climbed on the chair to inspect the camera. "It was probably just put there by the station or something." She stuck her face near the lens and smiled, whispering a greeting to the camera.

CL stared at the maknae like she had grown an extra head. "But 2NE1tv ended weeks ago."

Whatever Minzy had intended on coming back with, it was forgotten as a mop of messy, tangled orange hair poked out from behind the door Minzy had left open. The vocalist and final member of 2NE1, Park Bom, glared at the three in the hall through half-lidded eyes. "What is going on out here? I've been up for three days, I need rest! The least you could do is keep quie-" she stopped when she saw CL's hand fly up and point to the corner. She paused, trying to comprehend what it was through her sleep-clouded mind. Finally, it came to her.

"... camera?"

The purple-haired dancer snickered at the sleepy vocalist, who glared before turning back to the camera. "Why is there a camera in the hall?" CL pointed, once again, Dara—who had finally stood up from the floor. "For the last time, I didn't do it!" she whined.

Minzy, still playing with the offending object up on the chair, turned back to the other three. "Hey... I can't find an off button."

CL and Dara paid no attention. "Lying unnie! You were adjusting it right as I walked in!"

"No, I was scrutinizing it!"

"Admit that you put it there!"

"I didn't!"

"Admit it!"

"But I didn't do it!"

"Admit i-" the leader was interrupted by a crash. Her head shot up, expression changing from frustrated to confused. Dara's eyes shot around the hallway—the small-framed idol was still on high-alert and paranoid from finding the strange camera.

On the chair stood an unamused Bom, hoodie sleeve sliding down her arm. She stared at the camera; obviously broken, laying on its side on the floor.

"I found the off button."