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He got out of the car, stepping on the same land, on which, thousands of living things relied and lived for the lifetime. Where the grass had lived for eternity and the vines spreaded all over the forest, creating a forever connection between soil and trees.

He looked up, lifting his hand to cover his face from the sun as his eyes were squinted, sun rays peeking through the gap between his fingers.

A sigh escaped his lips and he took the bags out of the car, locking it before entering the main gate. He fished out the keys, turning it inside the lock as it clicked open smoothly.

"Here goes nothing!" He inhaled before opening the door and stepped inside, closing the door properly behind him.

Who would have thought, he, who, at first declined to go there, will come back here again? He never thought he'd come to like the serenity of this house; but here he was!

He quickly took the keys for the rooms, choosing the same room as the last time. After putting his bags aside, he went to take a look in the kitchen.

"What was hobi hyung thinking? He didn't empty out the refrigerator before leaving?" He muttered after opening the refrigerator and finding everything as it is. He shrugged it off, closing it back. It worked for him anyways, he'd have more things to eat while he stayed here.

He filled a cup with water, gulping it down and walked towards the huge windows in the living room.

"Can there be another house like this here? If this is the only one in the forest, it's kinda scary," he thought to himself, "but, if there's another one, it's still scary." His eyes darted around the surroundings.

The moss covered trees, a couple of them, fallen on the ground, their trunk had become a place to live for parasites, while the others thrived in the vastness of the forest.

He could faintly see a pool of water, which was most likely to be a lake. It seemed to be a little far away from the house and the place looked rather secluded.

Soon, the night came along, the lively forest converted into a dead silent place.

Jungkook was scrolling through his phone when a sudden ring startled him.

"Holy shit!" He muttered under his breath and picked up the call.

"Hobi hyung," he greeted,

"Just called to check if you're still alive or not." Hobi said in a muffled voice.

"What are you doing?" Jungkook asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Oh, eating, of course! It's dinner time. Aren't you going to eat?" His voice sounded surprised.

"I almost forgot," Jungkook chuckled.

"Put that aside. Are you really okay there?" Now he asked seriously, making jungkook sigh.

"I'm okay, hyung!" He stood up, heading to the kitchen.

"You sure?" He asked again.

"Of course, what can happen to me? It's good that the network here works properly or I would have been bored to death." He took out some bottles of banana milk and sat down on the table.

"I just don't get why you're even there. What did you like about it?" Hobi's voice sounded frustrated.

"Um, well... it's calm," Jungkook shrugged, poking the bottle with plastic straw and took the sip.

"Okay, suit yourself. You better take care of yourself and stay out of any trouble, please. Come back as soon as possible." Hobi said, his voice nonchalant but Jungkook knew how worried he must be.

"I have to go now. Bye, and sleep early." Hobi hung up the call.

Jungkook put the phone aside, taking a stroll in the house.

"Who was hyung's grandpa? A royal emperor?" He thought, touching the flower vase that looked like an antique piece. "This shit looks expensive," he moved on, taking his hand away from there, not wanting to break it.

"Calling this a house is an insult. How is it so huge?" He mumbled, sipping on his banana milk, his eyes traveling everywhere from the paintings hung on the wall to the chandelier hanging above his head.

The hallway was always dimly lit, even though it might seem scary, Jungkook didn't fear it as long as he wasn't really into some real danger.

Walking down the hallway, he took the last sip from the container, flipping it in the air, just for fun, but it accidentally landed on the ground as it rolled away from him, somewhere on the right corner of the hallway.

It was the end of the hallway, even darker than the other parts of the house. He didn't want to make a mess in the house, not wanting to clean up afterwards, so he took a step forward, picking the bottle up.

His sight fell upon a shallow crack within the wall. It was almost hidden, blended with the colour of the wall and the door of the last room in the hallway.

"Huh?" He squinted his eyes, searching for his phone in his pocket; he remembered that he forgot it in the kitchen.

He shrugged, lifting his hand to touch and see what exactly it was.

He pressed his hand on the surface, feeling it as he brushed his hand along the length of the wall. It felt like a normal wall at first glance but when he touched it, there was something different about it.

"Is that... a door?" His voice was low and almost startled himself because of how silent it was. His face remained curious, forehead creasing with sweat.

He blinked, trying to adjust his eyes in darkness and knocked on the wall, which seemed to be a hidden door to him.

He tapped on it with more force, now attempting to push it open and he heard a creak, the door opened, it felt heavy on his hands, like it was made of a heavy metal.

"Holy heavens! What the fuck is this?" His mouth was agape and he was standing there, pondering what to do with this newfound situation.

He gathered the courage, pushing the door open, wider. The door creaked more, now wide open in front him, but the dust was everywhere making him cough as he covered his mouth, closing eyes and waved his hand in the air to clear the dust floating in front of him.

"Is it okay to go inside?" He thought to himself, peeking inside. He gulped  stepping back and ransinto the kitchen, grabbing his phone. He rushed back to the hidden door and turned on the flashlight.

The flashlight lightened the place. In front of him was a hidden room which was not hidden anymore as he shone the light inside, stepping in.

He could hear his own breathing as the dust sparkled wherever he shone the light. He looked around, searching for some kind of switch board or anything.

He found it within the reach of his hand as he reached out, clicking the lights on. The room brightened up to life. He had to close his eyes for a moment because of the sudden brightness. He put his phone back in the pocket.

When he opened his eyes again, he was stunned at the gaping sight in front of him.

"What on earth..." his eyes were wide as he looked up and down. There was an opening in front of him, which led to another, bigger room.

He stepped inside, leaving the banana milk bottle on the ground somewhere; he didn't care anymore.

When he got inside, he was welcomed with a huge space, and it looked way more grand than the whole house. He could smell the old paper and dust present in the air.

"A Library?" He blinked, his eyes scanning everything. "It's just a Library, why is it hidden? What is this?" He approached the shelves, where hundreds of books were stacked up neatly.

"At least this place is less dirtier than the first room..." he looked around the aisles of book shelves, curious.

He read the titles of some of the books but nothing made sense. It was too difficult to understand what all these books were about.

"Is this even English?" He touched one of the books, cleaning the dust with his fingers to read the title and grimaced at the dust and rust covered shelves, some books seemed to be in a very bad condition, a single turn of the page and it would rip apart.

A sudden movement he sensed from the corner of his eyes had him jumping up from his place but he calmed down after seeing a little mouse.

"A mouse? But these books seem okay, aren't mouses suppose to destroy papers and all?" He thought but soon shrugged it off, getting further inside the library-like place.

"Whatever! Im outta here, this place looks like a trouble magnet." He grimaced again at the thought of Hobi scolding him for creating trouble and turned around. Getting out of the aisle was the only thing inside his head.

He was about to reach at the end of the aisle when his foot accidentally hit the corner of one of the shelves. He hissed, bending forward to touch and take a look at his foot when a book stumbled down and fell on top of his head.

He groaned again. "What a nuisance!" He muttered, rubbing the back of his head and looked up where the book fell from.

He stood back up, brushing the dust off his shirt. However,  he stopped when his eyes fell on the book which was on the ground.

"The... what?" He tried to read the words written on the cover but failed and out of curiosity, he picked up the book, dusting it off.

"This place stinks," he sighed, taking the book with him and exited the room. He made sure to close the metal door before he went back to his room.

He was totally covered in sweat, dust and spider webs as he took a look in the mirror. He threw the book on the couch and decided to take a shower first before going to bed.

He quickly took a warm shower and changed into something comfortable. He sighed in relief with a smile when he took in the soft scent that now his skin had.

"Oh, I almost forgot about this." He plopped down on the couch, throwing the towel on the armrest and took the book in his hand.

Thankfully it wasn't a thick one, or he would have fainted when the book fell on him. He chuckled at the thought of it and cleaned it more so that he could take a look in it.

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