EUN HEE was watching television while eating popcorn. Her head was resting on the headrest while her feet were hanging by the table. Suddenly, the door opened and Kiseop entered the house. She looked at the clock, it’s still two-thirty in the afternoon.

“Why you’re so early?” She asked him.

He sat beside her but didn’t say a word. Instead, he grabbed a fistful of popcorn from her bowl. “Do I really have to announce to you my agenda every day?” He said.

“Something’s wrong.” She said knowingly. She sat properly but when she put down her feet, she accidentally knocked the glass of water on the table. She tried to catch it but it was too late. It fell and shattered. The pointed pieces cut her hand and drew blood. She gulped.

At preternatural speed, Kiseop grabbed her injured hand, with his fangs showing. “No, Kiseop! Don’t!” She shouted as she tried to free her hand from his vise-like grip.

“Please don’t! You already know the consequences if you tasted my blood.” She said.

He shooed her hand away with difficulty. “Wash it with water now.” He said as he sped off upstairs.

EUN HEE stretched her body under the covers. It’s morning again. She gets up from the bed and went straight to the bathroom to take a bath. After refreshing up herself, she went to Kiseop’s bedroom. She reached for the door knob and twisted it gently. It opened and she let a thankful sighed. Yesterday evening, his room was l