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Jungkook was in the midst of feeding Taetae when Suga suddenly entered the room. He leaned in and whispered something into Jungkook's ear, causing Jungkook's hand to pause mid-air. His eyes widened in alarm as he glanced at Suga, a look of shock etched on his face, he mumble under his breath,

" holy shit "

Jungkook swiftly rose from his seat, gently placing Taetae in his chair, who let out a soft whine in protest. He rushed towards the living room, with Taetae tottering behind him, trying to keep up with Jungkook's hurried pace.

As they entered the living room, Jungkook was met with a surprising sight. The guards, usually stationed at their posts, were standing at attention, forming a straight line with their heads held high. The atmosphere was formal and tense, and Jungkook's curiosity was piqued.

Just then, a sleek black car came to a stop in front of the mansion. The guards sprang into action, opening the door for the passenger to exit. Jungkook's eyes were fixed on the scene unfolding before him, his heart racing with anticipation.

As the passenger stepped out of the car, Jungkook felt a sudden jolt, his feet seeming to shift beneath him. His eyes widened, and his breath caught in his throat, as he struggled to process the unexpected arrival.

As the car door opened, a tall, imposing figure emerged, dressed in a luxurious outfit that exuded wealth and power. He grasped a ornate stick in his hand, using it to support his dignified stride.

As he passed by the guards, they instantly dropped to their knees, bowing their heads in a display of deep respect. The man's eyes seemed to acknowledge their deference.

Jungkook lowered his head, his eyes cast downward in a sign of submission, as the man's gaze fixed on him.

The man stood before Jungkook, his finger lifting Jungkook's face, forcing him to meet his gaze. His eyes narrowed into a deep frown, scrutinizing Jungkook's expression. "Is this what I taught you, to lower your head?" he asked, his voice firm but laced with disappointment.

Jungkook's eyes dropped, and he whispered, "I'm sorry... Father."

Mr. Jeon's gaze lingered on Jungkook's face before he released his chin. "Remember, you're my son, Jeon habin's son," he corrected, his deep voice commanding attention. "Your head should be held high, not lowered. Understand?"

Jungkook nodded hastily, but Mr. Jeon's glare made him feel like he'd done something wrong. "Y-yes, f-father," Jungkook stuttered, earning a disapproving look from Mr. Jeon.

"Say it with confidence," Mr. Jeon instructed, his tone firm. "Stuttering doesn't suit you, Jungkook."

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook tried again, this time speaking with conviction. "Yes, Father."

Meet Mr. Jeon Habin, the formidable Mafia Lord and patriarch of the Jeon family. His presence commands respect, his authority unyielding, and his power unmatched. With a reputation forged in steel and stone, Mr. Jeon is the embodiment of strength, cunning, and strategic brilliance.

As the father of Jeon Jungkook, Mr. Jeon has always been a demanding and exacting figure, pushing his son to excel in every aspect of his life. His strict demeanor and high expectations have shaped Jungkook into a worthy successor, a young man destined to surpass his father's achievements.

Despite his tough exterior, Mr. Jeon's love for his son is unwavering and profound. He has invested countless hours, resources, and expertise into grooming Jungkook to take the reins of the family business. From a young age, Jungkook has been schooled in the art of strategy, tactics, and leadership, honing his skills to become a formidable force in the world of organized crime.

As Jungkook grew in stature and wisdom, Mr. Jeon couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride. His son had not only met but exceeded his expectations, demonstrating a natural aptitude for the family business. Upon completing his studies, Mr. Jeon formally handed over the Mafia throne and CEO chair to Jungkook, symbolizing the passing of the torch to a new generation.

Under Jungkook's visionary leadership, the Jeon family's empire has expanded exponentially, solidifying its position as a dominant force in the underworld. Mr. Jeon watches with a sense of satisfaction, knowing that his legacy is in capable hands. The future of the Jeon family has never looked brighter, and Mr. Jeon Habin remains a constant presence, guiding and advising his son as they navigate the treacherous landscape of the Mafia world.

Mr. Jeon's piercing gaze narrowed, his eyes squinting as he focused on the faint yellowish hairs peeking out from behind Jungkook's shoulder. "Jungkook, what's that behind you?" he asked, his tone laced with a mix of curiosity and suspicion.

Jungkook's eyes darted nervously, and he gulped, knowing he'd been caught. Taetae, sensing Jungkook's tension, remained hidden behind him, but Mr. Jeon's sharp eyes had already detected the taetae's presence.

"Ugh, uh... Father, that..." Jungkook stuttered, unsure of how to explain the situation.

Just then, Taetae's curious face peeked out from behind Jungkook's shoulder, and Mr. Jeon's eyes widened in surprise. "Jungkook, move aside, and who is he?" Mr. Jeon demanded, his voice firm but intrigued.

As Mr. Jeon moved Jungkook aside, Taetae's eyes grew wide with fear, and he quickly hid behind Jungkook once more. Jungkook's face turned pleading as he attempted to placate his father. "Father, I can explain. First, please take a seat, please."

Mr. Jeon's expression softened slightly, and he hummed, allowing Jungkook to usher him to a seat. Jungkook quickly ordered the maids to bring refreshments for his father, hoping to stall for time and gather his thoughts before explaining the unexpected presence of Taetae.

Mr. Jeon sat with an air of quiet contemplation, his eyes scanning the contents of the file Jungkook had handed him. Jungkook, meanwhile, stood beside him, his palms rubbing together in a subtle display of nervousness.

Suga had wisely taken Taetae away, keeping him occupied to allow Mr. Jeon and Jungkook to discuss the matter at hand.

"So, these are his details," Mr. Jeon murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. Jungkook nodded solemnly, his eyes locked on his father's face.

Mr. Jeon's expression softened further as he continued, "It's sad that the boy had to go through such hardships. Hmm... you can keep him with you, Jungkook."

Jungkook's face lit up with a relieved smile as he accepted the file from his father. "Thank you, Father," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.

Mr. Jeon's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he added, "I want to meet that boy."

Jungkook swiftly pulled out his phone and dialed Suga's number, instructing him to bring Taetae back. In no time, Taetae was sitting on Jungkook's lap, his big round eyes fixed on Mr. Jeon, who was regarding him with a warm, gentle smile.

Mr. Jeon's warm smile and gentle demeanor seemed to falter for a moment as he gazed at Taetae, who was hiding his face on Jungkook's neck. "Hello, Taetae, I'm Jungkook's father," Mr. Jeon said, his deep voice softening as he extended his hand, expecting Taetae to shake it.

Jungkook, sensing Taetae's unease, quickly intervened, taking Taetae's hand in his own and offering it to Mr. Jeon. Mr. Jeon's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, shaking Taetae's hand gently.

Taetae's shy nature got the better of him, and he buried his face deeper into Jungkook's neck, feeling overwhelmed by Mr. Jeon's powerful aura. Jungkook's nervous smile accompanied his words, "Father, I think he's a bit shy to talk."

Mr. Jeon hummed, his eyes never leaving Taetae's hidden face. However, beneath his calm exterior, a storm was brewing. A plan was beginning to take shape in Mr. Jeon's mind, one that would forever alter the course of Jungkook's and Taetae's lives. The wheels were set in motion, and the consequences of Mr. Jeon's decision would be far-reaching and profound.

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