The masked Billionaire { T.K } ✔️

Chapter 19

Third person's pov

In the stillness of the night, Jungkook's room was cloaked in darkness, the only illumination coming from a sliver of moonlight that gently streamed through the window.

He sat huddled on the floor, his trembling form a stark contrast to the tranquility of the night. Tears welled in his eyes, streaming down his pale cheeks, and his body shivered with distress.

A nightmare had gripped him, a cruel memory from the past that haunted his present.

His breaths came in ragged gasps as he tried to collect himself, but the torment of the flashback still held him captive.

As the shadows danced around him, he clutched his knees tightly to his chest, the only anchor in the tempest that raged within him. His heart pounded mercilessly in his chest, the rhythm echoing his inner turmoil. The memories were a chain, a cruel link to a painful past that threatened to drag him under.

The images flashed before his eyes: a sinister figure, hands tearing Jungkook's clothes apart, mercilessly gripping his shoulders. The room seemed to close in around him, and Jungkook tried to shut out the nightmarish scenes, shut his eyes tight to block out the horrors of the past.

"Stop! Please, stop!" he cried out, his voice cracked with the sheer desperation to escape the memories that clawed at him. His hands moved to his ears, as if trying to block out the echoes of the past.

He screamed, a raw and anguished sound, as if that could erase the pain.

Each scream was a cry for release, for solace from the torment of his past. The agony consumed him, relentless and unyielding. He buried his head in his knees, as though seeking refuge from the vivid recollections that tormented him.

The room seemed to spin around him, the walls closing in as if they were taking the shape of that haunting room from his memory.

In the stillness of the night, Jungkook's room was cloaked in darkness, the only illumination coming from a sliver of moonlight that gently streamed through the window. He sat huddled on the floor, his trembling form a stark contrast to the tranquility of the night. Tears welled in his eyes, streaming down his pale cheeks, and his body shivered with distress.

A nightmare had gripped him, a cruel memory from the past that haunted his present. His breaths came in ragged gasps as he tried to collect himself, but the torment of the flashback still held him captive. He felt as though his very soul was being torn asunder.

As the shadows danced around him, he clutched his knees tightly to his chest, the only anchor in the tempest that raged within him. His heart pounded mercilessly in his chest, the rhythm echoing his inner turmoil. The memories were a chain, a cruel link to a painful past that threatened to drag him under.

The images flashed before his eyes: a sinister figure, hands tearing at his clothes, mercilessly gripping his shoulders. The room seemed to close in around him, and Jungkook tried to shut out the nightmarish scenes, shut his eyes tight to block out the horrors of the past.

"Stop! Please, stop!" he cried out, his voice cracked with the sheer desperation to escape the memories that clawed at him. His hands moved to his ears, as if trying to block out the echoes of the past. He screamed, a raw and anguished sound, as if that could erase the pain.

Each scream was a cry for release, for solace from the torment of his past. The agony consumed him, relentless and unyielding. He buried his head in his knees, as though seeking refuge from the vivid recollections that tormented him.

The room seemed to spin around him, the walls closing in as if they were taking the shape of that haunting room from his memory. The air grew thick with suffocating dread, and the images wouldn't let him go. It was a relentless barrage, an unending nightmare.