Whispers of Submission: A Twisted Dark Romance

Chapter 5

The third day of college started with a sense of unease that Y/N couldn’t shake. As she got ready, a heavy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach, making everything feel off. The events of the previous days—her encounter with Jungkook, his cruel demands, the helplessness she felt—played on a loop in her mind. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see his smirk, hear his mocking tone, and feel the sting of humiliation. She was desperate to avoid him, but deep down, she knew that was impossible.

The morning passed in a blur. Y/N attended her classes, barely paying attention to the lectures, her thoughts consumed by what might happen next. She tried to focus on anything else, but the fear of another encounter with Jungkook lingered at the back of her mind. She was walking on eggshells, knowing he could appear at any moment.

By lunchtime, Y/N was a bundle of nerves. She met up with Suzy, her new friend, hoping that some light conversation would distract her from the anxiety gnawing at her. But as they walked through the bustling campus, Y/N’s eyes kept darting around, scanning the faces in the crowd, half-expecting Jungkook to appear out of nowhere.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Suzy asked, noticing her friend’s distracted state.

Y/N forced a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah, just… nervous, I guess. It’s still the first week of college, you know?”

Suzy nodded, though she didn’t seem entirely convinced. “I get it. But try to relax, okay? We’re supposed to be enjoying this time.”

Y/N nodded, though relaxing was the last thing she felt capable of doing. As they approached the main hallway that connected the classrooms, Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. Her eyes widened as she saw him—Jungkook, leaning against a row of lockers, surrounded by his usual group of friends. He looked as effortlessly intimidating as ever, his tall, muscular frame exuding dominance.

Jungkook was impossible to miss. At 6’5”, he towered over most of the other students. His dark hair fell just over his forehead, partially obscuring the piercing in his eyebrow, which only added to his dangerous allure. A tattoo snaked up his forearm, peeking out from the sleeve of his shirt, and his broad shoulders and sculpted chest hinted at the strength beneath. He was undeniably handsome, the kind of guy who could make any girl go weak at the knees—but Y/N knew better. Beneath that stunning exterior was a monster, a man who thrived on power and control.

Y/N’s breath hitched as she realized there was no way to avoid him. His eyes had already locked onto her, and the smirk that curved his lips sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel her pulse quicken, the fear creeping up on her, but she forced herself to keep walking, Suzy at her side.

“Y/N!” Jungkook’s voice cut through the noise of the hallway like a knife, freezing her in place. Suzy looked between them, confusion and concern etched on her face.

“What does he want?” Suzy whispered, but Y/N could only shake her head, too afraid to answer.

“Come here,” Jungkook ordered, his voice loud enough for everyone around to hear. Conversations stopped, and heads turned, students eager to see what drama would unfold. Y/N felt her stomach twist, knowing she was about to be the center of attention again.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she turned to face him. Jungkook’s eyes were fixed on her, a dangerous glint in them that made her blood run cold. His friends were watching too, their expressions a mix of amusement and curiosity.

“What do you want?” Y/N asked, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to keep it steady.

Jungkook pushed off the locker, taking a few slow steps toward her. The crowd parted to let him through, and Y/N could feel all eyes on her. She hated it—hated being put on display like this, hated that he had the power to make her feel so small.

“I thought I told you to start acting like a proper slave,” Jungkook said, his tone condescending, as if he were scolding a disobedient child. “But it seems you still haven’t learned your lesson.”

Y/N felt a surge of anger flare up inside her, momentarily overpowering her fear. “I’m not your slave,” she spat, her voice laced with defiance. “And I never will be.”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, the smirk fading from his lips as he studied her. The hallway was deathly silent, the tension so thick it was almost suffocating. Y/N could see the amusement in his friends’ eyes, but there was also something else—a hint of expectation, as if they were waiting for him to put her in her place.

“You’re really testing my patience,” Jungkook said, his voice dangerously low. He took another step closer, towering over her. Y/N instinctively took a step back, but there was nowhere to go—the crowd had closed in, trapping her in place.

“Maybe you didn’t understand me the first time,” he continued, his voice dripping with menace. “When I tell you to do something, you do it. Or do I need to remind you what happens when you disobey me?”

Y/N’s mind flashed back to the previous day, to the sight of her mother’s bruised hand, the pain in her parents’ eyes. The memory made her heart ache, but she refused to let him see her fear. Instead, she met his gaze head-on, her eyes blazing with defiance.

“You’re nothing but a coward,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “A pathetic bully who gets off on hurting others because you’re too afraid to face them as equals. You disgust me.”

The words hung in the air like a challenge, and for a brief moment, Y/N thought she saw a flicker of something in Jungkook’s eyes—doubt, hesitation, maybe even pain. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by cold, unfeeling anger.

Jungkook didn’t respond with words. Instead, he acted. In one swift motion, he stuck out his foot and hooked it behind her ankle, yanking it forward. Y/N’s balance was thrown off, and before she could react, she was falling, her knees hitting the cold, hard floor with a painful thud.

A collective gasp went up from the crowd, followed by a chorus of laughter. Y/N’s face burned with humiliation as she tried to push herself up, but before she could rise, Jungkook’s hand was on her shoulder, shoving her back down.

“Stay down,” he ordered, his voice ice-cold. “That’s where you belong.”

Tears stung Y/N’s eyes, but she blinked them back, refusing to let him see her cry. She glared up at him, her body trembling with the effort it took to hold herself together.

“You think you’re so powerful,” she hissed, her voice barely more than a whisper. “But you’re just a bully—a sad, pathetic bully who hides behind his power because he’s too afraid to be vulnerable.”

Jungkook’s expression hardened, his jaw clenching as he stared down at her. For a moment, she thought he might lash out, that he would finally lose control and do something truly terrible. But instead, he did something that terrified her even more.

He smiled.

“Maybe I am,” he said, his voice eerily calm. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re going to regret ever crossing me. Remember that when you’re crying over your parents’ broken bodies.”

Y/N’s heart clenched with fear, the threat hanging heavy in the air. She knew she had pushed him too far, but there was no turning back now. She had made her choice, and now she would have to live with the consequences.

With a final, dismissive glance, Jungkook turned and walked away, his friends trailing behind him. The crowd slowly dispersed, their excitement fading as the show came to an end. Y/N was left alone, still kneeling on the cold floor, her body shaking with the aftershock of what had just happened.

She had stood up to him, but the victory felt hollow. The price of her defiance was too high, and she knew that Jungkook would make good on his threats. She had pushed him too far, and now she would have to pay the price.

As Y/N finally forced herself to stand, her legs shaky beneath her, she felt a deep, sinking dread settle in her chest. She had won this battle, but she feared she had already lost the war.