Thank You for Breathing (feat. Yankie & Bong Taegyu) - Tablo http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mkyCO2Faf0w   *The above song is a definite recommendation! Hope you guys listen! ^^   ------------------------- Narrator’s P.O.V:     Soon after devouring the cake Byunghun had gotten all by himself at Paris Baguette, Miyoung felt herself grow weary. It felt like anvils were weighing her eyes down, and she struggled to stay alert.   “Sleep if you have to,” L. Joe called, clearing the plates and utensils into the kitchen, “You’re probably exhausted from work.”   Being the stubborn person she was, Miyoung shook her head, “No… I can stay awake.”   “Don’t be silly,” Byunghun replied, “You look like you’re going to pass out any second now! Get some rest, come on.” He straightened up for a second, chuckling, “You know, Yonghwa hyung warned me about this and told me to tell you to at least get some rest today, if not anything else.”   “Uh-uh,” Miyoung continued to refuse, eyes threatening to shut on her. It was practically a war to keep them open now. “I have so much stuff I wanted to do…” *Like watch dramas. And eat ice cream. And go for an evening walk… with you.*   An endearing look filled L. Joe’s face as he stopped cleaning and approached Miyoung’s drained figure, sitting limply on the couch. He crouched down a bit and pat her head, “We can do all of that later, don’t worry.”   Miyoung’s eyes flickered in slight surprise. *How did he….*   “—So for now,” The blonde continued, his silver earring gleaming at her as he tilted his head to one side with a comforting grin, “Master, please sleep.”   “…Master…” Miyoung murmured thoughtfully with a sleepy hint of a smile, “I haven’t heard that in a while…”   And with one last hazy glimpse of Byunghun’s indecipherable expression, she fell into dreamland.   ---------------------------   Long fingers absentmindedly Miyoung’s face with light, feather touches, as if careful not to wake her up.   L. Joe really had no idea how he had gotten into this position, with Miyoung’s head resting on his lap, and him hovering over her, simply amused with just gazing at her for the past who-knows-how-long.   Byunghun was very, very content with holding her secretly like this, just in his arms, when she wasn’t awake. He was content with a simple graze of her cheek, her hair running through his fingers, and the sight of her in front of his very eyes.   Byunghun was alright with just staying like this forever. Miyoung had a sense of familiarity – a sense of completeness, to be exact. When L. Joe closed his eyes to go to bed, and woke up in the morning, all he thought about was Miyoung.   Perhaps it was because he was programmed to think that way. That thought both saddened and scared him.   Maybe if it wasn’t Miyoung who picked him up and carried him home that day… Maybe if another random woman had saved him… If another person had been the first face he saw when he awoke a while ago... would it have been them that Byunghun would be devoted to, and not Miyoung?   The sheer thought of that gave the android the cringes. He could honestly not think of anyone else by his side but Lee Miyoung.   But how was it that he felt he had ingrained her already into his soul, if he even