Dancing in the Rain - B.A.P http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBDGR3_Qf8o     *Byungari = chick in Korean   ------------------- Narrator’s P.O.V:     “So,” L. Joe began calmly, yet his eyes were darting around in slight wonder, “…Where exactly are we going?”   Miyoung, clad in jeans and a short hoodie with a baseball cap, turned around to face him, “Patience, young grasshopper.”   “Grasshopper?” He blinked, “Since when did I become a grasshopper?” Quickly, he looked at the back of his hands to make sure he wasn’t green, grimacing a little, “…I don’t like bugs. They’re… icky.”   Miyoung pursed her lips, trying hard not to laugh at his innocence. After all, they had come here to make him laugh, not her.   “Fear not, you haven’t turned into a green insect… yet.” She teased.   Instantly, L. Joe made a 180 degree turn back around with an umbrella in his hand and started to walk in the opposite direction, “Nope, not going there.”   Stifling and failing to supress a giggle, Miyoung shot out her hand and grabbed a hold on his wrist tugging him away.   She ducked underneath the protection of the umbrella and rolled her eyes, “Oh, stop it, you big baby. There are no bugs or creepy-crawlies there, so don’t worry.”   Byunghun quirked his lips, scrutinizing her, as she pulled him towards their destination.   “So you’re saying that you don’t mind bugs?” The corners of his eyebrows pinched together in suspicion. Miyoung proudly puffed out her chest, “Of course not. I’m all for insects—AHH!”   Miyoung yelped at the worm on her shoulder as she frantically tried to get it off. With all her courage, she pinched the worm and flung it aside, “Eww, that’s disgusting!”   A snicker disguised as a cough made Miyoung instantly turn around. She faced the culprit avoiding her eyes with his hands behind his back. Miyoung glared at him, “You.”   “Me?” The blonde innocently pointed to himself, as if nothing happened, “Don’t blame me, Miyoung. You were the one that said that you weren’t afraid of buggies.”   “Buggies?” Miyoung raised an eyebrow, “How old are we? Three?” She grimaced, “I don’t mind bugs, but worms are different! They’re slimy and wiggly and—YAH!” She quickly shielded her face, eyes widening to almost twice their size, “Get away from me with that thing!”   L. Joe waved around another fat pink worm from the floor and protested, “Why not? It’s cute! See? ‘Hellooo Miyoung-sshi’!” He wiggled it in front of her face.   “Get away, get away!” Miyoung yelped, ducking behind him, “Just what part of that thing is cute?! Throw it away, Byunghun!”   “Okay.” Suddenly obedient, he set it back on the floor, umbrella in hand. He waved to it as it squirmed away, “Bye, bye, buggie.”   When he stood back up on his feet, Miyoung put her hood over her head, arms crossed. *Crazy andoid.* She turned around and continued walking, passing by him indignantly.   “Wait, Miyoung, you’re getting soaked without the umbrella!” Byunghun rushed to cover his master, but she swiftly ducked away, making him gawk.   “I’m fine.”   Putting on his ‘thinking’ expression again, Byunghun made a face, “You’re mad, aren’t you?”   “What?” Miyoung said distractedly, trying to keep busy with checking the time.   “You’re mad because I teased you with those worms!” Byunghun pointed at her, gaping, as if he had just found the cure to all illnesses in the world.   Miyoung ignored him, “Don’t point, Byunghun. It’s rude.”   He put down his finger automatically, but continued to stare at her as if she was an interesting specimen, “I’m right, aren’t I? Huh? Huh? H—“   “Byunghun, shut up for a second. We’re here.”   With those words, L. Joe raised his head up in slight excitement, still half-fazed from the rain, to see a very popular spot in Korea, right before his eyes. Millions of people—couples, families, friends—all gathered, entered, and exited the bustling place, despite the fact that it was still raining.   The large entrance sign read:   WELCOME TO LOTTE WORLD     Byunghun squinted his eyes, “Welcome to Low-tea World?” He glanced at Miyoung in confusion, “What’s Low-tea World?”   Miyoung wanted to pull her hair out. This was not the reaction she had wanted, “…It’s pronounced ‘Lo-ttae’, not Low-tea.”   “Ahh. Lo-ttae.” He nodded understandingly as he flicked his ‘-tte’.   Albeit being mad at him earlier, Miyoung regained her excitement and grinned widely, “Welcome L. Joe, to Lotte World!”   Byunghun scratched the side of his head in bewilderment, “Is it really that fun of a place?” Faintly, he could hear screams in the distance, and his eyes rounded, “Sounds pretty scary based on all those people yelling.”   “It’s a pretty cliché place to take someone when they’re feeling down, but it’s a fun place to be. Trust me.” She beamed, but soon looked sheepish, “Although I’ve only been here once with my uncle and brothers when I was little…”   L. Joe took note of her bothered expression, and even though his eyes were still light and his gaze wistful, he managed to do the closest thing to a smile as he possibly could, “Don’t worry, master. I trust you.”   Miyoung glanced over her shoulder and bl