I'm The Boss's Secretary?!

The room was cold from the wind that didn't come from outside but the words Jung Hwa said. She could feel before the twist came from Jung Hwa's mouth that the start which hadn't start good was going worse. 

"What happened after?" she asked and her voice was low as she didn't have to talk aloud when he was right on her neck as if he was trying a new wine, smelling the fragrance before enjoying her.

Seoyeon didn't forget what was her reason to come to his room right now. She had merely lengthened her time from being bitten by asking him question of his family which she didn't do out of purpose to avoid Jung Hwa from drinking her blood where she was the person who had offered him a drink.

"One day my mother made a mistake which was seen as grave by my father and their relationship began to go downhill," said Jung Hwa when he paused a second to add, "I was already born at that time." 

Seoyeon shifted her eyes to Jung Hwa's reflection on the mirror, wanting to see his expression to see him smiling. At this point Seoyeon was at lost, wondering what emotion Jung Hwa kept in his heart was hard to know when he always kept a smile on his lips that brew nothing but the opposite of goodness.

"What mistake did your mother did?" she doubt it would be breaking plates or glass where his father would get furious. It must be a larger mistake to be called as grave but she had the faintest idea of what it could be.

"He killed a woman in our house. Right in the dining room," chuckled Jung Hwa and the small tittered he piped was low as if he was taking it as a good experience. "It was such a sight. My mother was holding the woman's body but with her hand going through the woman's body like how a pencil would make a hole on a paper. Blood was everywhere that the white napkin had all turned red. Me and my brother was there, coming after my father that we saw them fighting. My father had a pale face as for us; our father didn't seem to know that our mother had always brought us to see her 'hunting' for people."

This was the first time in his story that she heard the appearance of his older brother who was only half related to him as they had different father.

"When my father turned his eyes at us, he was horrified and do you know for what reason?" while asking the question, Jung Hwa made sure for his red eyes to meet her black ones which in truth was a color of deep brown. When light hits her eyes, the color turn lighter to almond and Jung Hwa enjoyed seeing how her eyes had a change in color which reminded him of himself as his eyes often switched color from black to red.

"Was it your eyes?" Vampires had red eyes, the signature color which at the same time showed the contrast of what being they were. 

"You are correct, my sweet cat," confirmed Jung Hwa, he felt the most comfortable on their position now and thought it would be even better if they could snuggle like this on the bed. Unfortunately his cat was shy with him and was not ready for the next stage. "You know you are like a cat testing water to then get fearful but I can't have you to run away," he dropped a casual remark which was responded with Seoyeon puzzled expression as she can't follow the word he tumbled.

Before she questioned what he meant, Jung Hwa continued to say, "Since then my father distanced himself from my mother and us. He became gradually far from us and when witnessing the death of human he came upon from times to times in the house, it affected his mental state."

"But you were not at fault, he shouldn't have avoided you," said Seoyeon. She could imagine the pain that Jung Hwa might felt at the time. To be rejected by their own family had a different level of pain that could heal but leave a deep wound.

"He hated vampire and that was the simple reason. I don't know what happened between them after but I can tell you for sure the relationship just turn worse each day. As both of them do not want to lend an ear on each other's words," Jung Hwa pulled her hair, twirling it to his finger before bringing it to tuck the piece of hair on the back of her ears. Turning away, his eyes look at her reflection on the small mirror and when they look at each other, he smiled.

"He then died after killing himself. Well, the doctor said that he had abused the dosage of using sleeping medicine but I don't think he was stupid enough not to know the limit of sleeping drugs. I don't hate my father, he was a good father but I don't like him well as a person himself," he said honestly. All words he said to her was filled with truths and no lies which Seoyeon appreciate for.

"Is it because he avoided you after witnessing the death? But why does the death affected him a lot?" asked Seoyeon if it was someone else's death, would it affect his father a ton that his mental state fluctuate?

"I didn't mention you? My mother killed my father's sister," seeing Seoyeon's lips awkwardly left ajar from his words, Jung Hwa chuckled, "There is no wrong and right in my story, Seoyeon. My father was in the wrong because he can't accept the fact that his sister had stolen things from my mother which resulted to her death and he let himself to sink in self pity and guilt. While my mother, she was at fault for not being able to keep herself from killing her sister in law and to make out bunch of cloud-like lies that seemed to be soft when in truth it was filled with blood that came to thunder my father's beliefs."

"Was it hard?" came Seoyeon's next question and her eyes sloped down at him, she felt bad and sorry for him. He had to go through everything and stand as the spectator which had Seoyeon to be amazed of the young Jung Hwa whose thought was no less than how an adult would think. "Without your parent's love was it hard for you?"

"I don't remember," whispered Jung Hwa, his eyes fading in a daze, "Maybe I did or maybe I did not. I received my mother's trait of feeling nothing and being indifference to everything around me. It was the only way for me to accept the reality of the world I am living in. Now that I talked with you, it reminded me of how my father had never hold my hand or my brother's hand. Maybe he was feeling frightened by us. Our body might be that of a child but the power we had was no less than a monster."

Seoyeon had never felt so sorry to someone as much as she did now to Jung Hwa. She could tell where his ruthlessness rooted from and the reason. It was said that each people had their own means to cope to the world and for Jung Hwa it was to become wicked just like the world was on him; and along the way, he found the cruelty to become one with him.

"Don't be too sad, what I experienced, don't we almost have it the same? You also had a rough childhood." Jung Hwa said and she knew he was trying to make her feel better. He then chuckled at her. "Now going after our story it's time for my meal. You have been trying to extend the time for me not to bite on you by questioning this all, are you?"

"That wasn't what I was going for," she answered him and he could tell she was saying the truth. Jung Hwa had mastered the skill to keep his own thought to himself while putting a smile that could make one feel as if he was not a person with the sly character who always planned a step ahead him; when in truth he was a person who love to control others to his advantage. To achieve this, Jung Hwa made his way by words while planning in silence so the person he targeted would move like his own pawn.

Seoyeon didn't seem to know yet that Jung Hwa could tell that after the appearance of his aunt, she had become somewhat quiet and there was her burning curiosity of his past. Even without evidence or witness, it was easy to tell that his aunt had spinner words to Seoyeon's words to sway her mind.

"If it is not you trying to stall time, then why are you so curious? I can tell that you are hiding something Seoyeon and is it related to my family?" His question acquired him a hitch on Seoyeon's heartbeat that was enough to confirm what he needed to know.