Baby Maybe - SNSD http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxmw4ua9AFM     ---------------------- Narrator’s P.O.V:     “Byunghun, how about this?” Miyoung pulled out a simple lightly-coloured dress shirt from off one of the clothes-racks.   “Sure, mas—ahem—Miyoung.” He sing-songed.   “Here,” she shoved the shirt into his arms, “Hold everything I give you and don’t put it back into the racks!”   After a small silence (in which she assumed L. Joe nodded), Miyoung continued scouring for clothes. Minutes later, she found the jackets section with empty arms.   *Well, it is getting colder, I guess. I think he’d look best in a leather jacket, though…*Her eyes trailed the darker, slimmer jackets when she came to a sudden realization.   A hint of annoyance filled her. *Wait—why am I buying him clothes? It’s not like he’s actually someone who’s going to be a permanent resident in my apartment. I’ll kick him out as soon as he regains memory.* Miyoung stood up defiantly. *Yeah, I shouldn’t be buying him anything, technically. He’s living under my roof!* She twirled around to face him.   L. Joe was infatuated with the mirror nearby as he held up the shirts against his chest. Anyone could easily tell that he was struggling to keep a stoic face. When he held a light blue shirt against him, he tilted his head and finally, let out a wide, goofy smile.   Miyoung’s defiance deflated. *Oh yeah. That’s why.* She shook her head. *He doesn’t have to stupidly smile like that. People are staring at him.*   She looked up through her chestnut eyes and noticed that more women than men were approaching him, captivated by his striking looks.   Miyoung stared at him grinning by the mirror and raised an eyebrow. *He looks so real. It actually seems like he’s… human.*   At that moment, her eyes flickered upward to see a couple of teenage girls that bumped into L. Joe’s arm. It was painfully obvious that they had done that on purpose since they were giggling like they were mad.   The petite girl raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. *Teenagers these days.*   She was about to turn and find a nice leather jacket that would suit him when the blonde android spun around. Immediately, his gaze locked onto hers, and he waved happily.   All Miyoung did was shake her head, roll her eyes, and turn around.   “Eh?” Confused, L. Joe tried to push out of the crowd, “Wait!”   Sure enough, the speedy android had already caught up to her in three strides, “Miyoung, why are you ignoring me?”   “I’m not ignoring you,” she said curtly with a sharp tone of voice. Her gaze was fixated on two jackets, “Black or red?”   “Red,” he quickly chose and shook his head, “But wait, that’s not the point!”   “L. Joe, you’ve got to stop chattering and start changing into some of these clothes.” She responded quietly.   “Okay,” he said so nonchalantly that it slightly caught her off guard, “Whatever you say, master.”   Suspiciously, Miyoung peered over her shoulder, “L—ACK!”   “What’s wrong?” L. Joe’s shirt was halfway off, his jacket carelessly thrown on the floor. His bare stomach was unveiled to the public.   Red-faced, Miyoung tugged his shirt back down, “H-Hey, what do you think you’re doing?! Keep your shirt on!”   “But you told me to change out of my clothes!” He protested, blinking rapidly at her. Miyoung wanted to slap her palm against her face. Instead, she let in a shaky sigh.   “This is exactly the reason why…” She shook her head slowly, “Listen, when you’re alone, you have to look tough! You can’t be so gullible and take everything literally, or else you’ll end up being surrounded by strangers!”   Miyoung froze in the middle of her sentence when she saw L. Joe gazing down at her, “Strangers?”   Feeling the weight of her own words, Miyoung immediately avoided his gaze, “…Never mind. Just follow me.” She started making her way to the change rooms, when a hand grabbed her wrist and flung her back to the wall.   L. Joe slammed one hand onto it and leaned on the wall, eyes boring deep into Miyoung’s surprised ones. Bit by bit, his lips formed a dangerous smirk. Miyoung gulped, heart pounding in shock and suspense, as she couldn’t take her eyes off of his 180 degree change.   His head tilted to one side, an eyebrow raised in amusement, “Is that tough enough for you?”   Miyoung blinked twice, lost for words, with L. Joe pleasantly grinning at her from inches away. In time she managed to push him back, clearing , “I said when you’re alone, idiot.”   L. Joe blinked once in slight astonishment, “…Huh. I thought she would like that.”   Shrugging, he effortlessly caught up with her in a c