Whispers of Submission jjk

Chapter 1

The scent of warm toast and coffee fills the air as Mom places a plate in front of me.

"Good morning!" I say, my voice light, my mood lighter.

She smiles, ruffling my hair like I'm still a kid. Dad watches from across the table, his face filled with pride. They took the day off for me for this. The first day of college. A new beginning. A dream that once felt impossible.

Growing up, money had always been tight. Luxury wasn't a part of my life, but hard work was. That's how I earned my place at this elite college. A scholarship. A chance to prove myself among the rich and privileged.

And today is the beginning of it all.

The ride to campus is filled with encouragement and last-minute advice. By the time my parents drop me off, my stomach is buzzing with nerves and anticipation. I find Suzy waiting for me near the entrance, her eyes practically glowing with excitement.

"Can you believe we're actually here?" she asks, looping her arm through mine as we step inside.

"Not at all." I let out a small laugh. "It feels like a dream."

A dream that's dangerously close to reality. The university looks like something out of a movie—towering buildings, polished pathways, and students dressed in designer brands I've only seen in magazines. It's beautiful. Intimidating. Everything I expected and more.

We explore, taking in the manicured gardens and grand halls, soaking up the sheer size of this place. But then, something shifts.

A commotion pulls us toward a quieter part of campus. A crowd gathers in a tight circle, murmurs and whispers floating in the air.

Curiosity tingles along my spine. I step closer, pushing through the bodies.

Then I see him.

A guy—tall, powerful, a presence so strong it sucks the air from the space around him. His fingers are clamped around a girl's wrist, his grip unrelenting. She trembles, her eyes glossy with unshed tears.

A slow burn ignites in my chest.

I don't think. I don't hesitate.

I step forward.

"Let her go."

The murmurs die. The air thickens. The guy shifts his gaze toward me, slow and deliberate, as if he has all the time in the world. Then he smirks.

Amusement flickers in his dark eyes. "And who the hell are you?"

His voice is deep. Smooth. Dangerous.

"Someone who doesn't tolerate assholes like you," I bite back, my stance firm.

A few gasps ripple through the crowd. Someone tugs at my sleeve—Suzy, probably—but I don't move.

His smirk widens, like he's enjoying this. Like I've just made his day. "You've got guts, newbie. I'll give you that."

"I don't need your compliments," I snap. "I need you to let her go."

His fingers tighten. The girl winces. My blood boils. Before I can think twice, I do something reckless. Something insane.

I kick him. Hard. Right in the shin.

He stumbles back, his grip loosening just enough for the girl to yank herself free. The crowd collectively inhales, a mixture of shock and disbelief crackling in the air.

I don't wait for his reaction. "Try that again, and I'll make sure you regret it."

For a second, there's nothing but silence. Then his expression shifts—slow, predatory. The amusement doesn't leave his eyes, but something else creeps in. Something darker. More interested.

"You have no idea what you just did," he murmurs, more to himself than to me.

"I don't care," I say, voice steady. "If you think you can scare me, you're wrong."

Then I turn and walk away.

My pulse hammers, my mind races, but I don't look back. Suzy rushes beside me, her steps quick and frantic.

"Y/N! Do you even know who that was?"

I shake my head, still trying to process the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

"That was Jeon Jungkook," she whispers, voice barely audible. "He's not just anyone. His family owns this college. He's the heir to a freaking Mafia empire. No one dares cross him."

My breath catches.

A Mafia heir. The campus king. A guy whose name alone is enough to make people cower.

I just kicked him.

I just made an enemy out of the most dangerous person on this campus.

But here's the thing—

I don't regret it.