Whispers of Submission jjk

Chapter 4

The night is a prison, trapping me in endless cycles of fear and guilt. Every time I close my eyes, I see them—my parents, their bruises, their pain. The weight of it crushes me, stealing the air from my lungs. Sleep is a luxury I can't afford, not when I know the only way to stop this nightmare is to do the one thing I swore I'd never do.

Submit.

By morning, the decision is made. There's no choice left. Pride is a small price to pay for their safety.

Campus is suffocating. My legs feel like lead as I move through the sea of students, searching for him. The monster in human skin. The reason for my torment.

Jeon Jungkook.

I find him in the old library, a place abandoned by most. My steps echo as I approach, the sound reminding me how alone I am in this. He leans against a bookshelf, waiting. As if he knew I'd come.

"There you are," he muses, his voice dripping with amusement. "I was wondering when you'd show up."

I don't respond. Words are useless here.

He steps closer, his presence suffocating. "Why are you here, sweetheart?"

My fists clench. "You know why."

His smirk sharpens. "Say it."

The air turns ice-cold. I swallow the lump in my throat. "I'm sorry."

Jungkook hums, watching me like a predator that's just cornered its prey. "Not good enough."

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out something small, metallic. A silver bracelet. He dangles it between us like a trap.

"Put this on."

I hesitate, suspicion crawling up my spine. "What is it?"

"An accessory." His eyes gleam. "A reminder that I own you."

The weight of his words coils around my throat, squeezing. I should refuse. I should fight. But my mother's bruised wrist flashes in my mind, and my fingers reach for the bracelet before I can stop them. The metal is cold as I fasten it around my wrist.

"Good girl," Jungkook murmurs. His voice should disgust me, but all it does is send a shiver down my spine.

Then his next words destroy whatever hope I had left.

"It has a tracker. Don't even think about running."

My stomach twists. Of course. Of course, this was never just a bracelet. This is a leash. A chain binding me to him.

I force my expression to remain blank. "Anything else?"

Jungkook studies me, his gaze like a blade peeling away my defenses. "Not now. But don't go too far. I'll be in touch."

I turn and walk away, my pulse roaring in my ears. The bracelet burns against my skin, a silent promise of what's to come.

Lunch is a blur. Suzy chatters beside me, but I barely hear her. Then my phone vibrates.

Canteen. Now.

Dread slams into me. I swallow hard, forcing a casual smile. "I need to take care of something."

Suzy frowns. "Again? You've been acting strange, Y/N."

"I'm fine." I stand before she can ask more questions and head toward the canteen, my heart hammering with each step.

The second I enter, I find him. Jungkook. Seated at a table with his friends, commanding the attention of every girl in the room.

His eyes find me instantly. Like he was waiting.

I approach, every instinct screaming at me to turn and run.

"What's your problem?" I ask, hating the tremor in my voice.

"My problem?" His smirk deepens. He leans back in his chair, arms crossed. "You humiliated me, sweetheart. That doesn't go unpunished."

His friends chuckle. Heat crawls up my neck, humiliation digging into my skin.

"What do you want?" I demand.

Jungkook tilts his head. "Buy my lunch."

Silence. The room watches. Waits.

I grit my teeth, my nails biting into my palms. The thought of walking away tempts me. But then I remember my parents.

I turn on my heel and head to the counter. My hands shake as I pull out my wallet, as I pay for the meal of the man who owns my freedom.

When I place the tray in front of him, I make sure to slam it down. "Here."

Jungkook barely reacts. He picks up his drink, taking a slow sip. "You're really bad at this whole 'obedient pet' thing."

A spark of rage ignites in me, but I swallow it down.

He waves me off. "You can go now."

The dismissal is like a slap to the face. His friends snicker, reveling in my humiliation. I force my legs to move, to leave, even as my pride screams at me to fight back.

I don't. Because I can't.

Because this isn't about me anymore.

That night, I break. Silent sobs shake my body as I curl into myself, the reality of my situation pressing down like an unbearable weight.

I'm trapped.

And I don't know if I'll ever be free again.