Destiny - Infinite http://youtu.be/BDbpE6qHDSA?t=15s     ----------------------- Narrator’s P.O.V:     “Hurry up and open the door, hyung.”   “You do it, can’t you see I’ve got my arms full?”   “Lazy,” Jonghyun muttered, reaching into his jacket pocket to pull out his pair of house keys to Miyoung’s apartment. Yonghwa, on the other hand, had his arms full of groceries and consolation tubs of ice cream.   “I hope she’s not sobbing her head off in there,” Yonghwa grumbled, heaving a long sigh, “If she goes into one of her panic modes again, I swear, I’m going to hunt down that android for making our sister cry.”   “You probably wouldn’t stand a chance.” Jonghyun shook his head, swinging the door open, “And keep your voice down. She might hear us.”   Yonghwa mimicked his brother sarcastically as Jonghyun rolled his eyes. The latter nudged the door shut behind him with his foot.   “Miyoung!” Yonghwa bellowed, “Oppas came to surprise you with a feast!”   Jonghyun gave him a sharp nudge as Yonghwa hissed in pain, “What?”   *So clueless.* Jonghyun shook his head. *He should know better than to burst in like that when Miyoung’s probably in shambles.*   “Mimi!” The brown-haired elder brother spun around carelessly and hopped away. Jonghyun sighed and began to take out the groceries. Earlier on that morning, Miyoung had let them know about L. Joe’s departure. The two brothers had come to console their sister with a dinner prepared by Jonghyun and ice cream for dessert. It was supposed to be a calm, supportive gathering, but from the looks of it, Yonghwa probably wasn’t going to make that possible.   It had been just a few moments later when Jonghyun’s ears picked up on the pitter-pattering of approaching steps. He turned around, “Miyoung?”   “No, just your hyung.” Yonghwa sardonically replied as he crossed his arms over his chest, “It seems like Mimi’s not here to join our little empathy party.”   This time, Jonghyun straightened up, “She’s not here?”   “From the looks of it,” he replied, “Let me call her.” He slipped his sleek black phone from his pocket and clicked speed dial two. The phone rang for two seconds before Miyoung picked up, sounding breathless.   “Hello?”   “Mimi,” Yonghwa furrowed his eyebrows at her tone of voice, “Where are you?”   “Sorry, change of plans. I’m out,” she responded vaguely.   “Out where? We’re at your home right now and—“   “I’m getting Byunghun back.”   The two brothers shared a look, frozen, until Jonghyun took the phone, “Where are you?”   “I’m heading to the eastern side,” she promptly responded.   “The land of the evaders?” Yonghwa gawked, “Mimi, you can’t—“   “I have to get him back before it’s too late,” her voice was drowning out amongst the noise of people around her, “Look, I’ve got to go. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back soon.”   “Miyoung—“   Click. A tiny tune played on the other line, signalling that the call had ended.   Jonghyun and Yonghwa stared at each other before the brunette finally sighed, sliding the phone back into his pocket, “She’s too stubborn.”   Jonghyun seemed mildly impressed, “See? I told you she would react like this.” He washed his hands and pulled out a few groceries.   Yonghwa ruffled his chestnut-coloured hair and sat down on one of the island chairs, sulking, “I know, but it still hurts to have her leaving us and going to another guy…”   “I know, hyung,” Jonghyun managed to chuckle at his overprotective brother, “But L. Joe isn’t just some random guy. You know that.”   Yonghwa eyed him with a grimace before looking away, saying nothing.   *I’ll take that as a yes.* Jonghyun picked up the knife again and proceeded to chop up some other vegetables.   “…Do you think she’d remember him?”   Jonghyun halted in the middle of