His Stolen Rose 🌹

10:- Jungkook's world 🔪🔥💸⚡

(Take it as few days later, let's keep this investigation aside for a while)

As they walked through the grand, marble-floored mansion, the silence between them was almost tangible. The opulence of the surroundings seemed to pale in comparison to the weight of Nari's thoughts. She glanced up at Jungkook, her expression softening, as if she hadn't been contemplating her next move this entire time.

"Jungkook," Nari broke the silence, her voice calm yet laced with curiosity.

He looked down at her, his features softening for the briefest moment. "Yes?"

"You always talk about your world being dangerous, that I wouldn't survive here... but don't you trust yourself?" she asked, entwining her fingers with his, the warmth of his skin sending a shiver down her spine, although not for the reason he would think. She locked eyes with him, making sure her gaze appeared hopeful, innocent. "Don't you have faith that you can protect me?"

For a moment, Jungkook hesitated. His cold demeanor seemed to falter, his dark eyes softening as her words sunk in. And just like that, she could feel her manipulation creeping deeper into his defenses.

"I can protect you from anyone, from anything," he said, his tone strong and unwavering. The usual command in his voice was present, but there was a flicker of something else-vulnerability.

Nari smiled inwardly, though outwardly she maintained her sweet, trusting expression. "Then show me your world, Jungkook," she said softly, flashing him the infectious smile she knew would weaken his resolve even more.

The effect was immediate. Jungkook's grip on her hand tightened, and in one swift move, he pulled her close. His breath was hot against her neck as he buried his face there, inhaling her scent as though it anchored him to reality. "You really want that? To see everything?" His voice was low, almost dangerous, but there was a promise behind it, as if he were offering her a rare piece of himself.

Nari felt the warmth of his breath on her neck and suppressed a shiver, but not for the same reasons Jungkook might think. "I'm ready," she whispered, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, her smile unwavering.

Jungkook studied her face for a moment before letting out a soft sigh. "Fine. I'll show you my world, but once you step in, there's no going back."

She nodded, her smile still bright, masking the storm brewing inside. As he led her deeper into the mansion, Nari couldn't help but marvel at how easy it had been to manipulate him. He may have thought he was the one in control, but he had no idea she had already seen it all before.

As they moved through secret corridors, passing heavily guarded doors, Jungkook began to show her the underbelly of his empire. Rooms filled with weapons, stacks of cash, and people she recognized from earlier surveillance. He took her to his private office, where he explained the intricacies of his operations, teaching her how to wield power-both literal and metaphorical weapons.

Nari's eyes glistened, pretending to be in awe as he placed a sleek gun in her hands. "This is how you survive in my world," he said, positioning her fingers over the cold metal. But little did Jungkook know, Nari's hands were already familiar with the weight of the weapon. She had prepared for this moment long before he even noticed her.

As the night wore on, Jungkook kept teaching her how to use the tools of his trade-guns, knives, surveillance systems-believing he was showing her the ropes. All the while, Nari played along, absorbing his lessons while concealing the truth: she had already infiltrated his world.

Jungkook led Nari to a private room, hidden behind a large, ornate painting. The moment they entered, her eyes fell on the assortment of weapons lining the walls-guns of all sizes, knives with gleaming blades, and stacks of files detailing what she assumed were his operations. She had seen a place like this before, but never this close, and never with Jungkook.