as they passed by.
"So what happened last night?"
"Don't ask," Hyeon Jin replied shortly.
"Okay," Shin Erin said, nodding but looking unconvinced. "So... what happened?" she asked.
Jin pushed open the door to their classroom just as the bell rang throughout the building. Students immediately went to their respective seats and classrooms. Hyeon Jin studied her best friend, staring into her comically anxious face, which somewhat resembled that of a tabloid reporter waiting for some juicy gossip. She sighed, thinking it would be best if she let out some of the anger and frustration she'd been harboring since last night.
“Get inside, twit. I’ll tell you about it.”
“Ah-ha!” Shin Erin cheered loudly as she entered the room and settled into her seat at the back, with Hyeon Jin in her wake.
•••
Mun Oh yawned widely as he clicked the remote control, surfing the TV channels for a decent program. He was alone in the house. Kim Junjin had already left for work. Mun Oh found out that he was working at a public relations agency. By the looks of it, he could tell that Kim Junjin was not yet the "top" employee in their company. But being the eccentric man that he was, Kim Junjin appeared to be indifferent about it. For him, it was enough that he could bring food to their table three times a day.
Mun Oh was hoping to finish the conversation with his sister as soon as possible. He didn’t want to spend another night in this wretched house. His plans had been thwarted by the fact that Ji Sun also had had to leave for work. She worked as an assistant manager at one of the fast food chicken restaurants in the area. Although Mun Oh argued that he couldn’t see the point of having an “ assistant ” manager when there was already a manager, Ji Sun heard none of it and told him that their conversation would have to wait until she got back.
Since he didn’t really like the idea of being held up inside the house, much more a human house, he stood up from the couch, turned off the TV, and dragged himself outside, not bothering to change into casual clothes.
Right after jumping over the green picket fence, however, he remembered his sister's admonition just before she had left.
"Whatever happens, don't—and I mean DON'T —leave the house. Especially if you're off to look for a catch," Ji Sun had hurriedly whispered to him that morning while Kim Junjin had gone to get his tie from the bedroom.
Mun Oh made a face but Ji Sun had chosen to ignore it. "Listen here... if you get 'thirsty,' there are two cartons of blood in the refrigerator, disguised as tomato juice," she said, pointing in the direction of the kitchen. "That should be enough for you for the whole day, at least until I come back."
He wanted badly to argue that he did not drink just anyone's blood, he preferred the blood of a particular type of human. He liked to get to know his catch first before sucking its blood; that way, he could be assured of the quality of the blood and the satisfaction that he would get from it.
Unfortunately for him, by the time he had opened his mouth to speak, Kim Junjin was already sprinting toward them, ending their conversation right then and there.
A light blue sedan passed by and turned around the corner just as Mun Oh cast one thoughtful glance at the bungalow beyond the green picket fence.
It's not like I'm gonna go look for a catch... at least, not this early... he thought. I'll just have a little tour around this neighborhood.
With a shrug, Mun Oh started strolling down the lane, taking in every bit of his surroundings like a five-year-old on his first visit to the amusement park. As much as he hated to admit it, he was feeling a bit liberated. It wasn't like his parents or the norms of their ‘society’ had ever succeeded in holding him back from doing something he wanted to do, it was just that, for the first time in his life, he was actually doing something as worthless as strolling through an all-human