CHAPTER 1: [3]

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Third Person's Point of View





"I cannot believe we are doing this again"

A stressed appearance conquered his commonly stony expression. His sharpening gaze dashed from one corner to another corner for the eleventh time now. With the current pace of his orbs, anyone will mistaken it to be googly although it came to a total end as soon as it was met with two certain figures. Shaking his head, he gave short glances to the small crowd outside, whereas three of them has apparent fear inside their eyes while they attempt to calm down them shoo frustrated customers off of this space. One edge of his lips slowly rose at the sight, entirely covered with his black-colored mask.

He got them wrapped around his finger.

A gentle tug on the hem of his leather jacket had his head turning around to meet one of the most exquisite woman, he ever met. Casual baggy clothes wrapped around her slim body, in a stylish manner. Hair combed neatly yet that resulted to seeing hairless spots on some parts, bangs unequally cut, eyes appeared innocent with its largeness then her own mask hides half of her beauty. Her flaws make her even more elegant in his eyes. His eyes landed on her hands, particularly the piece of fabric. "You like it?"

He observed how her hand snaked towards her nape, gaze going down. "Yeah, but is it alright if we go to another store? Preferably where it is cheaper. Everything here is way out of budget, I guess? I do not want to spend your money especially this much. It will get your pockets as a whole! I would not like it. I will also take note of the prices as much as I can. I will p-"

Cute.

"You are not going to pay for anything, in return, even if you become a billionaire in the near future, little one. It is alright with us. You can choose every thing, and we will come home with a closet. It is fine with me" Nonchalantly expressing his thoughts to the female, he got the cloth from her palms and casually placed it in the cart they are using. Just then, he pulled another cloth of the same type from the nearby clothes rack. "Save some for Jisoo though. She loves this brand very much even if she tries saving her monthly allowance"

"But.." A sigh leaves her lips, realizing that he will not change his mind the moment he put the textile in this cart. The price of every material her hands land on is making her feel lightheaded, fighting against her happiness of getting to be outside again. Seeing the door opening for her, back at that household, it gave her a ton of butterflies. It had a drastic change when they stepped inside the mall... Too many people. However, she pushed through with that since Jackson told her that it will be the same at the school, hence, she must get used to it. She genuinely wants to learn in the school with people at her age. If she cannot handle the quantity of individual in this kind of place, there is no way she could go to a place wherein communication with those human beings are highly involved. She thinks she should go here often before the school year starts.

And speaking of which, "Jackson!"

"Yeah..?" He stopped checking out the other fabrics that are placed there to have his full attention on her. Not actually full because he is still giving sneaky glances to the other side of that transparent glass. The glass that is separating this area, from that entire mall. He has to be determined, that it will only be the three of them here inside along with the cashier if they will pay already. How did he manage to do that?? Right, his god-tier skills are not only limited to fighting as well as shooting. His negotiating skills, or threatening abilities rather, must have been vastly potent for those assigned saleswomen that are under this brand.

"When is the school year going to start?"

He went silent for a few seconds, remembering the date. "Next week. You have to get enrolled, which meant you are going to have a new identity first, all for safety reasons and mostly is easier to get you hidden in such a way. Well, that is Jisoo's plan. We are yet to know what Mr. Kim will decide on"

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