사랑한다는 흔한 말 - Kim Yeon Woo http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSCkhDWCGY8     --------------------- Narrator’s P.O.V:     On her day off, Miyoung came out of her room, still half-drunk with sleep. Her normally neat dark hair was messy and disheveled.   She stopped to stare, however, when she noticed a figure sitting by the windowsill, staring into the outdoors. Rain hit the wall silently, one after the other, until it sounded like a choir of light thumps. The glass was streaked with drops.   Miyoung waited a couple of seconds for L. Joe to notice her and say his usual morning greeting with a killer smile.   He didn’t.   Truthfully, it appeared as though he didn’t even seem to realize that she was right behind him. Something in the way he watched the rain fall gave off the impression that he was feeling bittersweet. He wasn’t smiling or frowning, but it was somewhat in between.   Without thinking, her lips moved.   “Byunghun.”   L. Joe looked over his shoulder, and his whole body jerked up in slight surprise. Miyoung noted that his eyes were a warm tone. Light, even—almost glassy. It was a pretty yet melancholy shade of a dull coffee-coloured brown.   “Master Miyoung,” he said, relaxing, “Good morning.”   Even his voice was slightly off today.   “…Good morning.” Miyoung forced out and wordlessly moved toward the kitchen, preoccupying herself with rummaging in the refrigerator for the leftovers of yesterday’s smoothie.   Something made her stomach pull in knots when she saw his expression, yet, she didn’t know why.   From the corner of his eye, L. Joe silently watched her and pushed away from the windowsill, feet pattering inaudibly against the kitchen tiles. Not noticing him, Miyoung took a chopstick from one of the drawers and mixed the smoothie, downing it in three gulps.   A light slam sounded from behind her, and Miyoung jolted.   “Sorry,” he murmured thoughtfully, “You didn’t close the fridge.” His feet pattered away until he sat down on the seat next to the windowsill again.   Miyoung blinked, startled by his strange behaviour, and glanced outside. Something was wrong, and she wasn’t sure she liked this kind of gloomy L. Joe, no matter how annoying he got sometimes with his hyperactive attitude.   In the back of his mind, Byunghun heard shuffling from the kitchen until the footsteps got closer. A hand outstretched in front of him, and a glass filled with a fruit smoothie was practically shoved in his face. The blonde curiously looked up at Miyoung, who awkwardly stood there.   “Drink this, it’s good for you,” was all she said before she forced it into his skinny hand. “You’re too thin.”   Byunghun was about to point out that he wasn’t a human, so no matter how much he ate, he’d never get any fatter, but thought against it. Women easily become annoyed when talking about weight,