Mama I am in love With a criminal (TK)

Chapter 1

"Have you found the young master yet?" the white-haired butler asked, his tone filled with nervousness. The maids, however, shook their heads in response.

No, she hadn't been able to find anyone-not the young master, nor that fluffy, not-so-little bunny plushie. Oops, "Bun Bun," she quickly corrected herself, recalling the young master's adorable scolding.

"Don't call him bunny plushie. He has a name. Call him 'Bun Bun,'" she remembered him saying. But it didn't matter; she still couldn't find either of them.

If the boy had run away again, she might as well say goodbye to her job. He was innocent yet bratty, and the worry lines on her forehead deepened as the phone began to ring.

"H-Hello?" she answered, her hand trembling as she picked up the call.

"Why are you stuttering?"

The cold female voice on the other end only made her anxiety spike further, her nervousness now teetering on the edge of panic.

Licking her dry lips, she tried to explain the situation, but that all-too-familiar fear in her heart told her to hang up and leave this wretched mansion for good.

But she knew she couldn't do that. Struggling to keep her voice steady, she finally managed to speak, her tone barely above a whisper.

"Y-Young master is missing, ma'am. When I went to bring him his milkshake, he wasn't in his bedroom."

Her voice trembled through the first few words, but she quickly delivered the rest of the information, well aware that a scream was coming her way.

But instead of the expected outburst, she got another question.

"Did you search the entire mansion?" Her tone was strict, unyielding, and only served to deepen the maid's fear.

"Yes, ma'am. The butler and all the other maids searched as well, but he's nowhere to be found."

"So you're telling me that a 17-year-old boy managed to escape from under your watch? Even with all that security? How could this happen under your noses? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU ALL DOING? IS THIS WHAT I PAY YOU FOR?"

The maid winced, clutching her chest as her ears rang from the woman's shouting. The sound of a car engine in the background told her the mistress was on her way home. In a panic, she ended the call.

Meanwhile, the young master's doe-like eyes darted around cautiously as his slender, pale hands clutched his bunny plushie-no, "Bun Bun"-tightly. What if he dropped it? He couldn't risk that.

Holding onto the tree branch carelessly, he wasn't worried; this wasn't his first time climbing a tree. He was just good at making sure no one found out.

His pouty lips were caught between his bunny-like teeth as his legs swung idly in the air, his bum resting on the sturdy branch. His head turned left to right like a CCTV camera, scanning for an escape route. The moment the main gate opened, he planned to make a run for it.

This plan had been brewing in his mind for a long time, though he hadn't succeeded yet. But don't underestimate him-he was determined, even with his "coconut head."

He sat there for what felt like ages, but nothing much happened-aside from a few annoying sparrows trying to snatch his Bun Bun. Ha, very funny! Jungkook wouldn't give anyone even a thread, let alone his precious Bun Bun. Dream on!

After an amusing air battle with the birds, Jungkook started feeling hungry. From his perch, he could see the butlers and maids running around frantically. It was almost pitiful that none of them could spot him, hidden by the bushes. He let out a quiet giggle when he saw the maids even searching under the garden tables.