Deadly Touch | Han Jisung

24 • 3 Weeks

It turns out there wasn't any Primarks remotely close to where we were, so Jisung told me he'd take me somewhere similar. Now we were there, I realised why he had been smiling when he said that because this place wasn't anything like Primark.

The moment we stepped Inside I was assaulted with an array of different smells of what I could tell was expensive perfume. In fact, they had an entire counter just for perform. All the most expensive, exclusive ones that the posh girls in my school had flashed about to make you jealous.

The clothes didn't look at all my style, mostly seeming to be dresses, skirts and blouses. I pulled out the price tag of the first one I saw there, almost choking at how much it cost.

"This blouse costs more than my entire wardrobe back home."

He smiled at me, "Get whatever you want, darling."

I looked away, feeling myself blush at that word. Darling. If any other person on this Earth had called me that, I would have rolled my eyes and thought they were silly. But coming from Jisung, it sounded amazing, musical even. I could tell he was smiling behind my back, probably happy to make me nervous.

"I don't like people buying things for me," I admitted, running my fingers along the clothes and trying to find something I even remotely liked.

"Don't complain. You should be grateful."

"I think if you feel grateful to your kidnapper that's called Stockholm syndrome, Jisung."

"Well we don't have much of a choice. It's either this or you keep borrowing my clothes."

"I'd honestly rather keep borrowing your clothes."

I shouldn't have said that. I'd always heard girls in my school say how much they loved wearing their boyfriends jumpers and I never really understood that until now.

His were so comfortable and baggy, like the clothes I normally wore. And the even smelled like him. Men's cologne always smelled so much better than girls perfume, honestly.

Jisung always smells so nice...is that weird to think?

"Hello!" A high pitched voice cheered.

I looked over to see probably the prettiest girl I'd ever seen in my entire life. She had short blonde hair, reaching just to her shoulders. She also had that perfect marble skin that made me hate how bad my acne was, how unclear my skin was.

Jisung smiled to her and I felt funny about it. "Hello, Miss. Could you help me friend out, she has no style sense."

"I can see that," She agreed, her eyes scanning my body.

I didn't care, this was comfortable and smelled nice. "Something like this would be nice."

"Uh, not sure we have anything like that. We have lovely skirts that I think you'd really suit."

I wanted to run, yet again. I knew this would be a long, exhausting process.

***

After the really posh shop, Jisung was nice enough to take me to a shop that sold joggers like the ones he had. The woman there, of course, assumed they were for Jisung. He was also nice enough to act like they were, so I wasn't embarrassed.

After it, I was starving and Jisung agreed to drive me out to somewhere that had food. Some terrible little shop half an hour away from town but considering we could only go out when it was dark, I was glad to find anywhere down. I was to pick as much as possible so we wouldn't have too make multiple trips.

Jisung, holding my basket that was filled with food, already looked annoyed.

"You're probably the most unhealthy human ever. Like, no wonder you run so slow-"

"There's not exactly a lot of options!" I snapped, grabbing five packs of pancakes and chucking them In the basket.

"If there were more options, you'd still pick rubbish."

I laughed at that. "True."

"So, are you nervous about meeting my Mother?"

I felt my mood drop. I hadn't wanted to think about that. Vampires were already a terrifying bunch anyhow but how Jisung described his mother was ten times scarier. Plus, she didn't like humans which already gets us off to a bad start.

"A little. I mean, your Mother doesn't sound very nice." Shit I shouldn't have said that! "I didn't mean that-"

"She isn't nice. Don't take any of it personally though. She isn't nice to me either."

I met his eyes and he looked away. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Lots of vampires parents are cold - I mean, literally cold but emotionally as well."

"My Mother was cold, too."

"I'm lucky my Father is so nice," He said, tapping his fingers across cans as we walked. "What was yours like?"

I was puzzled at the "My Father is so nice" comment because when I had met him, he didn't seem nice in the slightest.
That must mean his Mother is really bad then.

I froze in my spot and Jisung clearly noticed. We met eyes and silently he seemed to acknowledge that it wasn't something I wanted to talk about. He instantly changed the subject.

"Sorry about Chan. He came across very...rude. Usually he is really nice. I think you'll get on  good."

"Do I really need to be around him again?" I asked, jokingly.

He smiled at me, "I'll try to keep you apart."

"How long am I staying with you?" I asked him, trying to do in casually hoping he'd be more likely to answer me.

He placed the basket by the counter, smiling and chatting to the cashier. I assumed he wasn't going to answer me but surprisingly he did.

"Just over three months."

My eyes snapped to him and my mouth fell open to make an O shape. Jisung didn't take notice, chatting with the cashier as he rang up our stuff.

I couldn't believe he'd given me such a straight answer instead of just blowing me off. His answer now opened up so many new questions but I doubted I'd ever get an answer for them.

He grabbed my bags, saying thank you and walking out the shop with me. He was acting like this was nothing. When we were outside, in his car I finally couldn't keep quiet any longer.

"Jisung, what happens after the three months are over?"

He didn't look at me. That wasn't a good sign. "I can't say."

"Well why three months? Why not two or four or-"

"Natalie, stop." He still wouldn't look at me. "You know I can't tell you."

"Right, okay. Well, what will happen over these three months?"

"You'll be tested by our doctors to make sure you're in good health, you'll have to eat decently healthy, do excercise-"

"I don't understand why," I interrupted without meaning to. I was just so confused and horrified at all this. What did it mean? "But I'm assuming you can't tell me."

"I can't," He said with a small laugh. "I'm sorry but I just ask that you do this and try your hardest. Okay?"

Again there was that genuineness in his voice that I prayed was real. I decided that I didn't have much of a choice here. He was the only friend I had, if I couldn't trust him what could I do?

"Okay."

He started up the car engine and we drove off, in complete and utter silence as I thought about the night ahead.

In a couple hours, I'm having a meeting with vampires!

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