I'm Embarrassed, Don't Laugh - Park Kyung and P.O (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztfHWSEhxw4)       ------------------------- Narrator’s P.O.V:     “Yah, Jung Haeyeon! Hurry up!”   “I’m coming bro! Unnie, can you help me with this?”   “I’ve got it. Quickly get in the car. Junhong-ah!”   “Locked it, noona! Let me just get my shoes—“   The two pairs of siblings scurried into the car in a fast pace as they filled up the trunk of the limousine. It was a long drive up to Busan, and Hana didn’t want to keep her ‘future in-laws’, as she called them, waiting.   Zelo, with headphones slung around his neck and a beanie over his head, helped Haeyeon climb into the car. Meanwhile, Hana waddled over to the open trunk with Haeyeon’s luggage in her hands.   She was about to lay it down, but a pair of hands took it from her. Startled, Hana peered up to see Daehyun holding it.   “Ladies aren’t supposed to carry heavy things. Get into the car, it’s cold outside.” He said plainly.   Her surprised look soon morphed into a sly one. She plucked the bag from Daehyun, who seemed shocked at her action.   “Thanks, but no thanks, Daehyunnie. I may be a female, but that doesn’t mean I can’t load a mere luggage into a trunk.” She rolled her eyes jokingly and proceeded to place it down.   Daehyun opened his mouth to protest, but suddenly seemed to reflect upon his actions.   *Wait, why am I helping her again? She’s fine on her own.* Still, he felt a bit antsy, but unsurely walked over to the car, stealing a couple of wary glances at her.   Hana let out a secretive smile, but wiped her face of expression soon after. *I saw that, Jung Daehyun. Don’t get too charmed by me, now.* She dusted her hands and closed the trunk after she was done and hopped into the front seat of the car.   “Is everything loaded, Miss? You know, you could’ve just asked me or the other servants to help load it…” The driver curiously looked at her.   “Everything’s just fine, Junhyung. Nothing I can’t handle. Just drive.” Hana waved it off and leaned back in her seat.   Looking a bit confused, Junhyung happened to catch Daehyun’s bewildered glances at Hana through the rear-view mirror.   A small, knowing smirk took over his lips as he hit the acceleration pedal.     ---------------------------   “C’mon, Haeyeon.” Daehyun grabbed her hand as he carried her luggage up the porch steps.   She rang the doorbell as a dusty intercom called out, “Yes?”   “Ma, it’s me. Open the door.” He called.   A gasp emitted from the other side, “Daehyun? Honey, Daehyun’s come!”   *Oh brother.* Daehyun clucked his tongue and shook his head, but pushed on the front gate a bit. It opened with a small creak. *Mom didn’t even lock the gates!* He sighed and waved the two over, “Come in, guys. It’s not much, but it’s our home.”   Hana and Zelo both shyly followed behind the Jung siblings. In awe, they glanced around the neighbourhood.   Tall, lush grass, nature scents, and crops obscured their view. No, their house wasn’t huge, but it was surprising to have entered a traditional Korean-styled house. It was embarrassing to admit, but neither Hana nor Zelo had never been to one before.   One thing was for certain, though. This was definitely different than the big city.   Then, all in a rush, a flurry of steps sounded through the door as a cooing voice called out, “Daehyun, my son!”   “Ma—mmpf!” Daehyun was suddenly encased in a choking hug by a motherly woman that looked like she was in her mid-30s.   “My boy, how are you?” She held him out at arm’s length, scrutinizing him, and gawked at his bright blonde hair, “You rascal! So what your Pa said is true! You’ve dyed your hair! Are you a delinquent now?!”   “Ma! No!” Daehyun protested angrily.   “You’d better not be lying, boy, or else your daddy would’ve shaved all your hair off! You look like a highlighter!” She frowned deeply and reprimanded him.   Amidst all of this, Daehyun’s mother heard a quick, almost inaudible snicker. Instantly, she stopped and turned to see Hana and Zelo, who were both pressing their lips hard to keep from laughing.   Mrs. Jung was slightly awed by Hana’s cherubic and slender face. She also eyed Zelo, who looked boyishly rugged but had kind, youthful eyes.   “Yeobo,” Mr. Jung appeared though the doorway, “Haeyeon!”   “Daddy!” Haeyeon leaped into his arms as he beamed and scooped her up, turning his attent