Love Blossom - K.Will http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iRGOb6aKcgw     --------------------- Narrator’s P.O.V:     In a swift motion, L. Joe hopped down from a branch and landed nimbly onto his feet, hands in pockets.   Within seconds, he was in front of Miyoung’s apartment complex. His feet had naturally guided him there in just a matter of minutes. L. Joe’s biggest strength was his agile frame and speed, after all.   *Now I wait until Miyoung returns.* He ruffled his blonde hair and strode inside coolly. As he entered, he warmly greeted the head security guard, who had looked up from the morning paper to say hello.   It felt like the most natural thing in the world to be living amongst humans, but he didn’t know why. He wasn’t one of them. He never would be.   L. Joe hurried into the elevator and waited until the doors opened again. A sharp ding signalled that they did. Delighted to hear the sound, L. Joe breezily scanned the rooms for their apartment number. Just as he was about to unlock the doors, Mrs. Moon from the apartment beside them came down the hallway.   “Oh, Byunghun.” She approached the android, “Good timing.”   “Hello,” Byunghun bowed, just as Miyoung had instructed him to do whenever there was an elder.   Mrs. Moon nodded, “Yes, yes. I’m glad I saw you, because there’s someone that came by earlier. It appeared that he had keys to your home.”   “Keys?” L. Joe blinked in confusion and stared at the door. *To Miyoung’s and my home?*   “Yes. He was a very fine-looking youth. Anyways, he seemed to be in his 20’s. I actually saw him as he entered the house.” She recalled slowly, “Do you know who it might be?”   L. Joe shook his head, “I’m not sure…”   “Oh, well, I just felt like I needed to let you know, just in case. Please let Miyoung know as well!” Mrs. Moon let out a motherly smile as she entered her home. L. Joe bowed a bit as she went inside.   Thoughtfully, he scratched his head. *Who could it have been?* Shrugging it off, he took out his keys to unlock the door, realizing that it was already unlocked. *Huh?*   Narrowing his eyes dangerously, his Andromeda instincts kicked in. Gradually, he pushed down the doorknob and opened the door slowly, peeking inside.   Nothing seemed odd about the house. Straightening up and morphing back into Byunghun, he slipped off his shoes and entered.   He sniffed the air, and it smelled like delicious food. Warily, he shrunk back when he heard the soft bubbling noises of something boiling in the kitchen.   Shuffles of steps sounded, and a masculine voice called, “Oh, Miyoung, you’re back already—“   The voice was cut off when the male noticed L. Joe standing there instead of his little sister. L. Joe silently stared at the man. He was tall—taller than himself—with dark hair and dark eyes. He looked very similar to Miyoung.   “Who are you?” L. Joe found himself asking first.   The male furrowed his eyebrows and slipped off the apron wound around his waist. “I’m Jonghyun, Miyoung's older brother. Who are you?”     That broke L. Joe out of his trance. What was he supposed to introduce himself as again? He thought hard about what Miyoung would want him to say. He couldn’t expose his identity, after all.   “…My name is Byunghun. I’m Miyoung’s gay roommate.” L. Joe blinked, showing no emotions.   Jonghyun almost lost his balance, “…I’m sorry, what?”   ----------------------------   At approximately 3:00 p.m., Miyoung burst through the door, “I’m home.”   Tiredly, she flung her bag onto the chair and slipped off her high heels. Her eyelids were threatening to close when she smelled a heavenly scent.   *Fresh garlic bread with Alfredo cream sauce pasta.* Miyoung almost chortled. *Reminds me of Jonghyun oppa.*   Still in a dazed, half-asleep stupor, Miyoung rubbed her eyes and walked into the living room, still waiting for L. Joe to greet her. For some reason, he didn’t.   “Byunghun?” Miyoung called, “Lee Byunghun!”   “In here!” She heard his voice coming from the kitchen. Eyebrows furrowing, she followed the source of the voice. *Where is he?*   Miyoung almost yelped and stumbled back after seeing Jonghyun leaning over the counter, instructing L. Joe to stir the contents of the pot evenly as L. Joe obeyed. Inside the pot was Alfredo cream sauce with mushrooms and onions—Miyoung’s favourite.   “Hey, Mimi.” Jonghyun glanced up at her for a second before tasting the contents of the pot and smiled instantaneously, nodding his head. “Good, good. You’re not a bad chef.”   “Really?” L. Joe beamed and turned to Miyoung, “Miyoung! I’m cooking dinner for you!”   The dark-haired girl was still entranced, “I… can see that.”   “Miyoung, you didn’t tell me that your new roommate was a good cook.” Jonghyun mused.   Miyoung raised an eyebrow, “I never knew he was, either.” Before she could speak up, Byunghun switched the heat off on the stove, “Done. Time to eat!”   After setting the table, the three were abruptly seated at the dinner table with a delicious looking plate in front of them. L. Joe looked proud of his creation.   “Oppa, I—“ Before Mi