The masked Billionaire { T.K } ✔️

Chapter 16

As the two of them slept, Jungkook still holding onto Taehyung's arm, there was an unspoken connection between them,

Meanwhile........

In the dimly lit room, a man sat in a black chair, his presence shrouded in mystery.

Suddenly, he stood up, his posture regal and confident. He declared, "Now, Taehyung and Jungkook's relationship is beginning the real plot of my game."

His laughter filled the room, a sinister and eerie sound that sent shivers down the spine. It was clear that the man had orchestrated the events in Taehyung and Jungkook's lives, and his amusement hinted at a deeper and more mysterious purpose behind their forced marriage and the subsequent twists and turns that had unfolded.

With those ominous words and a chilling laugh, the man left the room,

With Taehyung and Jungkook.......

In the stillness of the midnight, Jungkook's thirst stirred him from slumber. As he slowly sat up in bed, he was taken aback by the sight before him. There, on the floor beside his bed, lay Taehyung, sleeping soundly, and to Jungkook's astonishment, their hands had been entwined.

Jungkook's heart raced at the unexpected touch, and he quickly released Taehyung's hand, left feeling bewildered by the peculiar intimacy of the moment. He couldn't fathom why they had been holding hands or why Taehyung had chosen to sleep in such an uncomfortable position.

Seeking to provide a bit of comfort, Jungkook quietly retrieved a blanket and gently laid it over Taehyung. As he tucked it in around the older man, he contemplated the idea of waking Taehyung, allowing him to sleep more comfortably in the bed. However, as he watched Taehyung's peaceful expression, he thought better of it.

Instead, Jungkook found himself chuckling softly as he gazed at Taehyung. The billionaire was snoring away on the floor like a contented baby. Jungkook muttered to himself, "You're something else, Mr. Kim."

Sitting beside Taehyung, Jungkook's eyes remained fixed on the mask-clad face, a symbol of Taehyung's mysterious persona.

"How the hell do you even sleep with that mask on, Mr. Kim?" he wondered aloud, more to himself than to the slumbering man.

Jungkook found himself in a rather unusual situation. Here he was, in the dead of night, gazing upon the enigmatic man who had been a thorn in his side since the day they were forced into a peculiar marriage.

As Jungkook continued to stare at Taehyung, he couldn't help but be drawn to the hands that had held his earlier. His own fingers hesitantly reached out and touched Taehyung's palm, marveling at the warmth and the sheer size of his hand.

"Mmm," Jungkook mumbled to himself, the words escaping in a soft breath. "Your hands are so big, Mr. Kim."

His fingers continued to trace the lines on Taehyung's palm, the moment surreal as if Jungkook was exploring uncharted territory. The man who had always been an enigma was now just inches away, and Jungkook found himself captivated by the curiosity of the unknown.

He chuckled to himself, the sound barely louder than a whisper. "You look so peaceful when you're sleeping, Mr. Kim. It's almost... disarming."

The minutes stretched into an hour, and Jungkook remained rooted in his spot, torn between curiosity and an inexplicable warmth that had settled in his chest.

The night had a soothing rhythm of its own. Taehyung's steady breathing filled the room, a gentle counterpoint to the quiet of the night. Jungkook's gaze wandered over Taehyung's mask-clad face, his thoughts meandering through the complexities of their situation.

A sigh escaped him, and he spoke again, though it was directed more at Taehyung's sleeping form than to anyone else. "You know, Mr. Kim, I never thought I'd see this side of you."

Jungkook shifted slightly, his gaze moving from Taehyung's face to his hands once more. He continued to study the lines and contours, as if deciphering a cryptic message written in the lines of Taehyung's palm.

"You always wear that mask, Mr. Kim," Jungkook remarked, his voice soft with wonder. "I wonder what you're hiding behind it. What are you so afraid of, I wonder?"

There was no response, of course. Taehyung continued to slumber peacefully,

The night grew deeper, and Jungkook's eyelids began to feel heavy.

As he closed his eyes, Jungkook's mind was filled with swirling thoughts and emotions, but the steady sound of Taehyung's breathing served as a soothing lullaby.

Jungkook had no way of knowing where this unexpected connection might lead, but in that moment, he was willing to let go of the questions and the uncertainties.

In the hushed depths of the night, as Jungkook surrendered to sleep, Taehyung stirred. His dark eyes flickered open, and he cast a sidelong glance at the slumbering figure beside him. There, Jungkook lay, their proximity unexpected, his face bathed in the gentle moonlight.

A soft chuckle escaped Taehyung's lips, his voice a mere whisper in the stillness of the room. "Are my hands that fascinating to you, Mrs. Kim?" he mused aloud, his words laced with a hint of amusement.

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So that was all for today's chapter, I hope you enjoyed reading it.

What was your favourite part in the chapter ?

And what do you think about the man ?

Borahae,
Byee.

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