Melted - Akdong Musician (AKMU) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EyfandDTvc8   *A/N: New poster and background layout! Because I was in such a rush to post up the previous 3 chapters (the flashback chapters), I forgot to add one tiny detail that I left out! I corrected the mistake in the previous chapters. Jun was also blind (as well as paralyzed), meaning that Yooyeon and Byunghun (Miyoung's father) made eyes for him so he could see, as well! :) Enjoy reading! ----------------------- Narrator’s P.O.V:     “Your eyes – the very eyes that Yooyeon herself constructed – become a light shade when it rains,” CAP noted, “On the contrary, it’s not a defect, nor a mistake. Yooyeon made it that way on purpose so that you would remember her death.”   L. Joe’s mind was swirling with all the brand new information. His head pounded, and he could barely hear CAP.   “Do you remember what the weather was like on the day she died?”   It all came rushing to his brain at once.   Them sharing an umbrella.   Them having a nice walk in the morning.   The pattering of the raindrops around them.   The thick blanket that firmly covered his memories was slipping off – revealing everything to the confused half-human.   A sudden gush of chills ran through him as he remembered scenes in fragments.   *   L. Joe was staring out into the sights of the small window in his room, trying to admire the world outside in a positive light. It was difficult. It was raining. His heart was breaking.   Amidst all of this, he could hear his best friend making a ruckus outside his door. He tried to block out his best friend’s shouts, but the damn bastard just wouldn’t shut up. If it wasn’t raining, he would’ve been more rational by telling himself that the rest of the guys were just caring about him, not wanting to shut him out and suffer alone.   But alas, it was raining, and he really didn’t give a damn about if they were doing this out of friendship or not.   Chunji kept pounding on the door until it flung open – L. Joe’s cold face barely seen in the crack of the door. Chunji noted that his friend’s eyes had become lighter and his expression fell a bit.   “The rest of us are off to train. CAP hyung told me to come down and bring Ricky too – leader’s orders.”   L. Joe mussed his platinum blond hair and sighed, “Since when was I that brat’s lackey, anyway?”   Chunji was already leaving, “We’re going first! Be sure to find Ricky!”   L. Joe rolled his eyes and shut the door, resting his head on the wall beside him.   *I can’t think anymore.* He shook his head. *Just what’s gotten into me?*   Finally, after changing into his training gear, he begrudgingly left his room. He didn’t want to do anything except sulk all day, as pathetic as it sounded. He ruffled his head and eyed all the rooms. *Where is that little runt?*   Instantly, L. Joe heard a faint melody, sounding exactly like a familiar tune he knew, when the pianist hit the wrong key. At the thought of where Ricky must’ve been, L. Joe’s sanity left him completely.   Meanwhile, Ricky was sitting in the music hall on the piano bench. Despite the fact that there were hundreds of other instruments to try his hand at, he decided on the piano. It was his favourite, but he could never play it. Not at well as L. Joe, at least.   He pressed the keys again, starting off smoothly. A slow smile took over his face. *Good… Good…* And then he messed up. Again. Ricky slammed the keys in frustration and grimaced. *Why can’t I play it? Why can’t I play like the way L. Joe hyung does?*   “What are you doing?”   Ricky’s eyes widened. He had hardly heard that voice in a week. Excited, he turned around, “L. Joe hyung!”   But unlike the smirking, highly amused look he had always had on, L. Joe looked frightened and upset all at once. Ricky froze. Why was that expression on his face? What had he done to make him look like that?   “I asked you a question, Ricky.” L. Joe’s voice was frighteningly calm, “What are you doing?”   “I—“ Ricky glanced nervously back at the piano, “I wanted to play that song you always play… You haven’t touched the piano in weeks! Oh – I know – won’t you play it again? You can teach me too—“   “I won’t,” he said very quietly, so quiet that it made Ricky falter, “I won’t play.”   Ricky saw the lighter hue of brown in his eyes and stared at him in empathy, “Hyung, please—“   “Get out, Ricky,” he pointed a shaking finger at the door, “Now.”   “Hyung—“   “I SAID, GET OUT!” L. Joe menacingly roared. Ricky wavered and his eyes were wide with fear. He had never seen the usually levelheaded L. Joe like this. Not even a week ago…   L. Joe let out deep, shallow breaths before he avoided Ricky’s gaze, his hands trembling in frustration. Because of that man. Because of himself.   “Please…” He whispered.   Ricky seemed to get the message. Silently, trying not to shake in fright, he left.   What he didn’t see was that the minute he had left, L. Joe raked a hand in his hair, trying to calm down, but it was too late. His