Crying - Sistar http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhphRM65I2I     --------------------- Narrator’s P.O.V:     Although night fell and cast an inky indigo blanket over the sky, Miyoung was eager to get home, for once.   Since it was her birthday, she decided to treat herself to a tub of ice cream and a marathon of Korean dramas. Perhaps she’d nonchalantly invite L. Joe to watch, too (although he probably would without her even having to ask).   Feeling strangely excited to do so after a long week, she let out an inward smile of contentment.   While entering the apartment complex, she made sure that her heels didn’t make too much of a harsh sound against the floor. She kept quiet as she tiptoed past the security guard, who was snoring none-too-loudly.   As she darted into the elevator, she accidentally bumped into someone who was on his way out. He was in a group of people, most likely his friends. She was lightly knocked back by the contact as she hurried inside before the doors could shut on her, “Oops, sorry!”   When she turned around to glance at the person for a split second, she was slightly startled by his sharp, cat-like eyes. He smirked a bit at her, not rudely, but not kindly either. It was more in an interested kind of manner. As soon as she got a quick glimpse of him, the doors began to close.   “No worries at all, little lady.”   And with that, the doors shut.   -------------------------------   Miyoung’s keys jingled in her palm as she closed the door behind her. She didn’t know why she felt so peaceful today. Maybe it was the nice weather outside, or perhaps it was just the fact that she could finally rest.   …Or maybe it was because she could see Byunghun greeting her warmly after a hard day at work.   “Hello?” she called out, anticipating that familiar, warm call of ‘Miyoung, welcome home!’   Nothing came.   “…Byunghun?” Miyoung took a step forward, the smile on her face dropping a bit. She didn’t like the eerie silence. Not at all. When she took another step, the floorboard creaked underneath her.   Something uneasy churned her insides, in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t welcome the silence. When she finally gained the courage to approach the living room, it was empty.   The curtains in front of her rustled a bit. The blond must’ve opened it a little to let in the breeze.   As if her feet were magically walking on their own, she found herself running to all the rooms. Bursting through each room, she called his name, and door after door, she found no one.   Miyoung swallowed down the disappointment in and walked back to the living room with slow steps. Her mind raced a mile a minute, and all sorts of insane thoughts filled her head.   Did Byunghun regain his memory? Did he leave?   She couldn’t help it, but her insecurities began to show. Her heart beat wildly inside of her, anxiety climbing up her stomach into . The rush of blood thumped in her ears.   Miyoung felt that same hollow loneliness she felt on the same day her brothers told her that they’d be moving. The same day that Uncle Will had been announced dead. That first day when she moved in this large apartment, alone.   But then she found him – Byunghun – who had turned her world upside down. When his presence grew essential, life suddenly seemed like a surmountable thing.   At that moment, Miyoung opened her lips to speak, in a timid, uneasy voice. She tried her best to sound stable, although she was just guessing on a whim.   If L. Joe was there, he would answer – she knew that for certain.   “Byunghun,” she managed to say calmly, “I know you’re there.”   But she really didn’t. Yet, all she could do was wait.   A sudden cry of, “Aw, man!” filled the room, and L. Joe emerged the kitchen, holding up a big cake. A party hat rested on top of his head, with big