𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

• EPSIODE:- 26

YN POV

The second I stepped out of my room, I took a deep breath.

Not because I was relieved or anything—more like I was suffocating inside and needed some air before I lost the last two brain cells I had left.

I stretched my arms, rolling my shoulders. Today felt… weird. Not bad. Not good. Just weird.

Maybe it was because, technically, I should be in bed, crying about what happened last night. Any normal person would be traumatized, shaking in fear, rethinking their entire life.

But me?

Nah.

I was bored.

And for some stupid reason, the more I walked around, the more I started wondering about things I really shouldn’t be wondering about.

Like, did this place have a basement?

A murder basement?

Because let’s be real—Jungkook is a mafia boss. He had to have one. Probably soundproof, dimly lit, filled with stuff that no normal person should see.

Maybe a chair in the middle? Bloodstains on the floor? Hidden weapons?

I shuddered.

Jesus, what is wrong with me?

I wasn’t even looking for food, a phone, or an exit—I was out here trying to find a potential torture chamber.

Peak survival instincts.

Still, my feet kept moving. The hallways were long, way too clean, and suspiciously quiet. No signs, no creepy stairs leading to a dungeon. Just more expensive-looking furniture and walls that screamed money.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. "No murder basement?" I muttered under my breath. "Lame."

I kept walking until I pushed open a door at the end of the hall.

And that’s when I froze.

Because instead of a terrifying, bloodstained basement—

I had somehow walked straight into a garden.

And not just any garden.

A beautiful one.

The kind that looked straight out of a fairytale.

I blinked. Looked around. Blinked again.

What the hell?

There were flowers everywhere, perfectly trimmed hedges, and a freaking stone fountain in the middle. The sound of water filled the air, the sunlight hitting the petals just right, making them glow like something out of a dream. The grass was soft, the air fresh, and for the first time in forever, I felt... at peace.

It was so bizarre.

Like, this was his place?

Mr. Cold-blooded, I’ll-kill-anyone-who-breathes-wrong Jungkook?

The same man who probably had a hit list longer than my grocery list?

And he had this?

A whole-ass secret paradise hidden behind his terrifying mansion?

Huh.

That was not on my bingo card for today.

Still, I wasn’t going to question it. Instead, I did what any normal person would do after surviving hell.