silent symphony

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The sleek black car screeched to a halt in front of the grand Park mansion, the engine roaring before Jungkook killed it with a sharp twist of the key.

His jaw was clenched tight, his eyes blazing with fury and desperation. He barely waited for the car to stop completely before throwing open the door and stepping out with angry frown.

The towering gates of the mansion loomed before him, guarded by two uniformed security personnel. As Jungkook approached, one of the guards stepped forward, raising a hand to stop him.

"Sir, you can’t enter without permission—"

"F*** off!" Jungkook snarled dangerously. His hand shot out, shoving the guard aside with enough force to make him stumble. The other guard hesitated, unsure whether to intervene or let him pass,  Jungkook’s eyes made him step back.

"Don’t test me," Jungkook growled in a warning tone.He didn’t spare them another glance as he stormed toward the massive front door of the mansion.

Reaching the door, Jungkook slammed his palm against the calling bell, pressing it repeatedly with increasing force.

Inside the mansion, the sudden noise startled the household staff and even Mr. and Mrs. Park, who were sitting in the living room. They exchanged glances, Mrs. Park’s brows furrowing in concern.

"Who could it be at this hour?" she murmured, setting down her cup of tea.

"I’ll check," Mr. Park said, rising from his seat.

Outside, Jungkook continued pressing the bell with increasing fury.His chest heaved with barely contained anger.

"Open the damn door!" Jungkook shouted, his voice echoing through the front courtyard. His fist slammed against the heavy wood, the sound reverberating like a thunderclap.

The door finally creaked open, revealing a startled but composed butler. "Sir, may I help—"

"Where is Taehyung?" Jungkook interrupted. He stepped forward, his towering presence making the butler instinctively step back.

"Sir, I must ask you to calm—"

"Don’t tell me to calm down!" Jungkook roared,  "I know he’s here. Take me to him, now!"

The commotion had drawn the attention of Mr. and Mrs. Park, who appeared at the top of the grand staircase. Mr. Park’s expression hardened as he descended the stairs.

"Mr. Jeon," he said with his calm yet farm tone. "What is the meaning of this?"

Jungkook turned his fiery gaze toward Mr. Park, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "Where is Taehyung?" he demanded, his voice trembling with barely restrained anger.

Mrs. Park stepped forward,  "Taehyung is safe," she said gently. "But you need to calm down before we can have a proper conversation."

Jungkook shook his head, his frustration boiling over. "I’m not leaving until I see him," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "He’s mine, and no one—no one—has the right to take him away from me."

The room fell silent after Jungkook's words, the only sound being the faint ticking of a clock. Mr. Park's expression grew stern, his calm demeanor hiding his inner turmoil.

"Taehyung is not a possession, Mr. Jeon," Mr. Park finally said, his voice was steady but edged with warning. "He is a person—a young man who deserves to know the truth about who he is and where he belongs."

Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his patience wearing dangerously thin.

"What the heck are you saying? Just tell me where Taehyung is, and I’ll take him and leave. I don’t have time for your shits" Jungkook uttered composing himself.