The Special

12

                         It's about lives

The mansion lit up by the flourish flames of beam . Every new kinds of pattern seemed adorned into the house . These everything happens to possibly arriving of miracle in Jungkook's house. But it was a new member to the house , Yn, who drawn aside all the house curtains so that light can easily choose entrance.

Every vip things filled the altogether of refridgerator but there's no milk ; Yn kept muttering peeping in the fridge in discovery of milk. She stroll to the counter later in the search of flour. 

Then some pairs of eyes seen her welding her tips in kitchen but yn was all on her .

One woman says " who's this woman ?"
" A new maid or Young master's wife " Another jostile her tounge.
" Go ahead and ask " first one again pushed the another.
" she must be a maid as yesternight was their first night. They must be slepping till now " another one raved.
" Do you think young master is really feverish about those things? " She ponder.
" I don't trust him a bit " Another replied.

Yn felt her ear recieved some sensation of low rattle. On looking back she found two woman at kitchen door. They slowly received entrance and introduced themselves in Mrs. Gae and Mrs. Geum. Yn bowed them by the demures of her noble woman .

" How long you've cooking for him ? " Yn interested to begins.
" Almost for six years " Mrs. Geum replied.
" umm! Isn't there any milk? " Yn utters.

Mrs. Geum walked to the edge and put a bottle infornt yn ; we put all liquids matterial in second refrigerator.

She chuckled slightly embarassing " ohh! well I never knew that "

At the moment yn beings to bake cakes then Mrs. Gae's eyes lit up in shime

It was Yn's first day in the grand Jeon mansion. Everything about it felt vast and imposing, from the sprawling marble floors to the intricate woodwork that adorned each corner. As she wandered, still taking in her new surroundings, Mrs. Gae, the head maid, approached her with a warm but reserved smile, a steaming cup of coffee on a delicate silver tray.

"Mrs Jeon " Mrs. Gae said, her voice polite but formal, " He's got a wife now to handed coffee . Am I right Mrs. Jeon? well he might be in study.

Yn hesitated, glancing down the endless corridors with their identical doors and high ceilings. She’d already managed to get turned around twice this morning. Yet, not wanting to seem out of place on her first day, she took the cup carefully, thanked Mrs. Gae, and made her way down the hall.

The closer she got, the clearer she could hear her husband, Jeon Jungkook, speaking in a low, simmering tone. When she entered, she saw him pacing, his fists clenched, his gaze steely as he looked down at the marble floor. Someone had drawn lines across it, crude marks disrupting the polished surface. Jungkook stood over the housekeeper, who held a cloth in hand, as if he’d been ordered to scrub until his fingers were raw.

"And you swear you didn’t do it?" Jungkook's voice was low, but there was a storm behind his eyes. He muttered under his breath, "Ruining the house’s beauty like this…"

Clearing her throat softly, Yn stepped forward, a slight pink flush on her cheeks. "Jungkook," she said gently, her tone soft enough to defuse his frustration, "about those lines on the floor… I think I may be responsible for them."

Jungkook turned to her, surprise flickering over his face, replacing his stern expression. "You?" His voice was softer, though surprise still edged his words. "But… why?"

Yn cast her gaze downward, clearly embarrassed. "I kept getting lost," she confessed quietly. "I thought if I marked the floor a little, I could find my way around. This place… it’s a maze to me."