Stolen Amour

Chapter Seventeen

In the stately Jeon Mansion, a place where elegance and tradition intertwined seamlessly, the air was filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee, mingling with the subtle scent of warm pastries that had just emerged from the kitchen. The soft clinking of breakfast plates and the gentle rustle of newspapers being turned added a soundtrack to a serene morning. Around the polished mahogany dining table sat Mr. Jeon Jae-woo, a Powerful man with an air of authority, flanked by his graceful wife and their two sons, who were engaged in conversation about various business ventures and upcoming deals that loomed on the horizon. Laughter mingled with discussions of investments and market trends, creating a comforting and familial atmosphere that seemed to envelop them in a warm embrace.

However, the tranquility of their morning was abruptly shattered by an unexpected commotion outside the mansion's grand facade. The peacefulness that had reigned just moments before was fragmented when a nervous servant burst into the dining room, breathless and wide-eyed, bringing startling news that sent a jolt through the family. The police were outside, they requested to meet Jungkook, the youngest son. A wave of confusion washed over the family, disrupting their heartfelt conversation. They exchanged bewildered glances, before rising and gathering in the spacious living area.

The sight that greeted them was a stark contrast to the serene breakfast scene just moments earlier. Several police officers stood in their crisp uniforms, their presence imposing and unsettling amidst the plush furnishings and carefully curated decor of the mansion. The atmosphere shifted, filled with an unspoken tension that crackled in the air as the Jeons confronted the unexpected visitors.

As the family began to comprehend the gravity of the situation unfolding before them, Mr. Jae-woo's authoritative demeanor swiftly took over, his protective instincts igniting a fierce resolve within him. He approached the officers, his voice laced with a mix of anger and concern, "Officers why are you here early in the morning any problem?".

The officers were nervous but still responded "Mr Jeon Good Morning but today we had to come here to arrest Mr Jungkook as a case has been filed against him for hit and run by Kim Taehyung". Kim Taehyung a name that reverberated through the family's ears like a thunderclap. This revelation sent shockwaves through their ranks. Mrs. Jeon gasped in disbelief, her hands instinctively flying to her mouth as a myriad of emotions flickered across her face. Meanwhile, Mr. Jeon and his oldest son, Namjoon, were engulfed by a boiling fury, their voices escalating in defence of their beloved Jungkook, who stood there with an unsettling calmness.

Despite the impending chaos, Jungkook remained eerily unbothered, his nonchalance about the situation only serving to fuel the flames of his family's anger. The officers reiterated their duty, insisting they were bound by the law to take him in, but the Jeon family, known for their powerful influence and connections, were not about to take this lightly.

In this tense exchange, Mr. Jeon, towering over the officers, demanded that they treat Jungkook with the utmost respect, insisting on proper amenities while they awaited the process of posting bail. His voice, commanding and resolute, echoed through the room, warning them of the consequences should they fail to comply with his directives. The officers, caught in the crossfire of duty and the intimidating presence of the Jeon family, nodded respectfully, their expressions betraying a flicker of uncertainty, before they led Jungkook away from the safety of his home.

As the front door closed behind them with a resonant thud, the atmosphere shifted dramatically. Mr. Jeon's authoritative tone transformed into one of urgent determination as he turned to Namjoon, instructing him to ensure that Jungkook was out of the law's grasp within the hour, as he cannot see his beloved son in any problem. The peaceful breakfast that had once graced the table was now a distant memory, replaced by an air thick with tension and urgency.