Stand By U - DBSK http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wiqhhoMzfb0     ----------------------- Narrator’s P.O.V:     After a filling, hearty dinner and a little while of digesting, Miyoung and Byunghun climbed into their futons. When it was quiet and the lights were off, she began her story.   “…Call me bipolar;” she said quietly, but just loud enough so that Byunghun could hear, “but I don’t really hate rain. Not usually. I just felt like hating it today.”   She stopped a little before continuing with a wry smile, “You know, Byunghun, it’s weird. Why did it have to rain today, of all days? I wouldn’t have cared if it had rained tomorrow or yesterday. But today… it’s just too cruel.”   Although L. Joe listened intently, he just couldn’t help but grow confused.   “Why… is it cruel?”   “Because,” she said in a quiet voice, “It rained on that very day, five years ago… The day my uncle was killed.”   L. Joe in a sharp breath.   “My uncle, you see, specialized in mental studies. In other words, studies of the brain, behaviour, and mind. He was an expert in helping people out with psychological issues. His job was a hypnotic therapist. Because of his job, he had to constantly be at a mental institute, but that was only for a little while.” Miyoung explained.   “Many patients ranging from young to old came to him for guidance. In turn, Uncle Will would help them forget all their worries and distress, if it was too severe, using hypnotism. In his career, it was a given that he would run into people with more serious problems – so serious that they could be life-threatening – but I never knew that his patients would eventually take his life on this very day, five years ago.”   It slowly started to make more sense. “So today, the person you were going to meet—“   “Yes,” she nodded, closing her eyes for a bit, “It was my uncle. I went to meet him at his resting place – for the first time in my life.”   Before he could make a sound, Miyoung let out a noise of disbelief, “I mean, what kind of niece was I? Although my brothers went yearly to visit him, I never went. I was scared. Terrified. I didn’t want to see my uncle, who was so full of spirit, buried lifeless, deep under the ground. I didn’t want to see the gravestone that officialised his death. I wouldn’t accept it.”   The smile of disbelief slowly slipped off of her face, and she grew shameful.   “But that’s not all… There was another reason why I was frightened to go there, too.”   L. Joe patiently waited until she confessed everything with her own lips.   “…My uncle was allegedly stabbed by a psycho who claimed that he wasn’t a healer. After he was injured, the person fled, and no one could find the culprit, especially since not everyone knew about the feud. His assistant found him and called 119, but when the police and ambulance arrived, it was too late.”   *Oh no.* Sympathy washed over the blond, and his heart felt heavy in place of Miyoung’s.   “The police couldn’t make a huge deal out of it, and plus, the person had already vanished without a trace. No evidence of who the patient could’ve been was found.”   She smiled, but it seemed more like a cold, sardonic one, “I remember being home with my brothers when it happened. There was a huge storm outside, and I was scared, so I was cuddled up next to them. I didn’t know that there was bound to be something scarier than an ear-splitting storm that would happen in the next few moments. The police knocked on our door, and everything happened so fast… I was horrified that I would lose my home and my family. I never even had any real friends aside from Jieun, and later, Seohyun., so family was everything to me. I didn’t want to lose anyone else after losing Uncle Will.”   “But most of all,” Miyoung chuckled lifelessly, “I couldn’t even face my uncle because I was scared that that same psycho would come and hunt us down. I know it sounds stupid, but when you’re young and you don’t know any better, you have those kinds of fears. I was cowardly rather than strong, and it was only until a little while ago that I decided to see my uncle in person, by myself. I even purposely told Jonghyun oppa and Yonghwa oppa not to come. I wanted to go alone… or so I thought.”   “This morning, I came into your room to say goodbye. Yet, without me knowing, I suddenly asked you to come because of my cowardice, and even left you there at the trail alone. And then this whole ordeal happened.” She murmured, avoiding Byunghun’s gaze, “I just wanted to apologize. This is all my fault… From fainting to even asking you to come, not going sooner to pay my respects to Uncle Will… Caring about myself more than my uncle…”   L. Joe sensed her distress and wasn’t surprised at all to see the small tears glistening in her eyes. Miyoung tried her best to keep her poker-face intact at all times, but Byunghun knew that it was her that wanted to cry the loudest. All day today, when she was laughing, joking, smiling—it was all fake–an attempt to force herself to smile. To delude herself into