His Stolen Rose 🌹

15:- Fashion show 👀

As Nari rummaged through the closet, her mind racing with ideas, she pulled out several outfits she had picked for Jungkook earlier.

She tossed one shirt over her shoulder, admiring its dark fabric and the way it hugged the male form just right.

"Okay, Mr. Mafia Boss," she called out, her voice teasing. "Time for a fashion show. You're going to try these on for me, and I'll give you my expert opinions."

Jungkook stepped out of the bathroom, already looking effortlessly handsome in a simple black T-shirt and jeans.

He raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "You're the expert now? This should be interesting."

Nari couldn't help but smile back. "You'll see. Just trust me."

He accepted the first shirt-a fitted, button-up that accentuated his toned arms.

When he stepped in front of the mirror, he couldn't deny the way it showcased his muscular build. "Alright, how do I look?" he asked, turning to face her, a confident grin plastered on his face.

Nari crossed her arms, tapping her chin thoughtfully as she inspected him. "Hmm... I'd say it's... an eight out of ten. It's good, but not quite perfect."

His eyes widened in mock disbelief. "Eight? That's all? This is a designer shirt, Nari! I look handsome as hell!"

Nari snorted, unable to contain her laughter. "Handsome, yes, but it's missing something. You need to channel more of that bad boy energy."

Jungkook pouted, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "I'm sorry, do I need to turn into a villain just to impress you?"

She stepped closer, an amused glint in her eyes. "A little more villain and a little less... puppy dog would do wonders."

"Puppy dog?" he repeated, incredulous. "Look at me! I'm not a puppy! I'm a lion! Roar!"

She burst into laughter, shaking her head. "More like a lost puppy who just found his way out of the pet store."

"Fine! Let's try something else." He tossed the shirt aside, grabbing a fitted leather jacket next. He slipped it on, the material clinging to his physique perfectly.

Jungkook admired himself in the mirror again, his confidence surging. "What about this one?"

Nari's mouth dropped open, clearly impressed. "Okay, that's definitely hotter. I'd give it a solid nine."

"Only a nine? What do I need to do to get a ten?" He turned to her with an exaggerated pout, folding his arms in mock indignation.

Nari shrugged, trying to hide her smile. "I don't know, maybe try growling at me? Or... you could always just wear nothing but that jacket."

"Now you're talking!" Jungkook grinned, his frustration forgotten for the moment as he pulled the jacket tighter around him, trying to channel that dangerous aura he knew she loved.

"Okay, okay, let's not get ahead of ourselves." Nari waved her hands dismissively. "We still have a few more outfits to go through."

"Great," he said, clearly enjoying the playful banter. "But I expect at least a ten for the next one. How about this?" He whipped out a fitted white T-shirt that hugged his torso, paired with dark jeans.

As he turned to face the mirror, he admired himself, unable to hold back a smirk. "This is a ten, right? I mean, look at these muscles. Who can resist this?"

"Hmm..." Nari pretended to consider it. "I'll give it a seven. Too basic, and it looks like you're trying too hard."

"Basic?!" Jungkook exclaimed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "I look sexy! I could walk into a club and have everyone staring!"