The sun dips below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city, but the warmth does nothing to thaw the ice in my veins.
Jeon Jungkook.
His name slithers through my mind like a curse, a constant reminder of the mistake I made this morning. The moment my foot connected with his shin, I knew I had done something irreversible. But I had no idea just how deep I had cut until now.
I sit at the dinner table, barely touching my food. My parents chat about their day, their voices a comforting hum, but my eyes fixate on my mother's hand as she reaches for a dish. A bruise. Dark, ugly, wrapping around her wrist like a chain.
My stomach plummets.
I look at my father. The sleeves of his worn-out shirt do little to hide the discoloration blooming on his forearm.
A chill spreads through me, slow and suffocating.
My appetite vanishes, replaced by something thick and suffocating. Dread coils around my ribs, squeezing tight, making it impossible to breathe.
"I'm not hungry," I mutter, my voice barely above a whisper.
Both my parents pause, their eyes flickering with concern, but I don't give them the chance to ask. I push my chair back, the screech of wood against tile making my ears ring, and I walk away.
Upstairs, in the safety of my room, I collapse onto the bed. My chest heaves as I suck in a breath, but the air feels too thick, too poisoned with fear.
What have I done?
I should've walked away. I should've let it go. I should've known that standing up to someone like Jungkook came with consequences.
But I didn't.
And now my parents are paying the price.
A shudder wracks through me as I clutch the sheets, my nails digging into the fabric. He wants me to break. To kneel. To beg.
I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the panic away. But the image of his smirk—the way he had looked at me like I was a piece on his chessboard, something to control, to own—burns itself into my mind.
I won't give in.
I can't.
But what choice do I have?
A war brews inside me, between pride and fear, between strength and surrender. And as I stare at the ceiling, the weight of my own defiance crushing me, I know one thing for certain.
Jungkook isn't done with me.
And this is only the beginning.
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Whispers of Submission jjk
Romance"You can fight me all you want, sweetheart," Jungkook murmurs, his fingers trailing down my jaw, tilting my chin up to meet his dark, burning gaze. "But we both know how this ends." My breath hitches as he cages me against the wall, his touch send...
