Whispers of Submission jjk

Chapter 5

The third day of college dawns with a weight I can't shake. A heavy, suffocating dread settles in my bones, whispering that today won't be any different from the ones before.

Jungkook.

His name is a shadow that clings to my mind, dark and all-consuming. The smirk, the cruel glint in his eyes, the way he plays with people like they're nothing more than pieces on his chessboard. It all replays in my head like a nightmare I can't wake up from.

I move through the morning in a haze, my body present but my mind a million miles away. The lectures blur together, a meaningless string of words that fail to pierce through the static in my head. I barely register Suzy's voice beside me as we walk through campus, her chatter meant to distract me. But nothing can pull me from the undercurrent of anxiety pooling in my stomach.

And then I see him.

Jungkook.

Leaning against the lockers, his presence sucking the air from my lungs. He's impossible to ignore, towering over everyone, his broad shoulders and inked skin an unspoken warning. His dark eyes meet mine instantly, as if he knew I'd be looking. And the smirk—the one that tells me he enjoys this game—curves his lips with slow, predatory amusement.

I freeze. The hallway feels smaller, suffocating.

"Y/N."

My name drips from his lips like a command. It silences everything, stops the world around us. Conversations die, students halt mid-step, the weight of his authority settling over the crowd like a noose.

I don't move. I don't breathe.

"Come here."

Two words, yet they slice through me like a blade. My stomach clenches, but I know I have no choice. Running isn't an option, not when he's already cornered me in every way that matters.

I force my legs to move, each step a betrayal. The closer I get, the heavier the silence grows. Suzy stays behind, watching with worry, but she doesn't stop me. No one ever stops him.

"What do you want?" I ask, my voice barely steady.

Jungkook tilts his head, amusement flickering in his gaze. "I thought I told you to act like a proper slave."

The word grates against my skin like barbed wire, but I swallow the bitterness rising in my throat. "I'm not your slave."

Wrong answer.

His smirk vanishes. The air shifts, darkens. "You're testing my patience."

He steps closer, closing the distance between us, his presence a suffocating force. My heart slams against my ribs, but I stand my ground. Barely.

"I don't care," I say, my voice quieter now, the fight slowly being drained out of me. "You don't own me."

His jaw tightens. The control he wields so effortlessly starts to crack, but instead of fury, something else flickers in his eyes. A storm. A warning. And then he moves.

It happens too fast. One second, I'm standing. The next, my knees hit the cold floor, pain jolting up my legs.

A collective gasp ripples through the hallway. Laughter follows, hushed whispers spreading like wildfire. Humiliation crashes over me like a tidal wave, burning through my veins.

Jungkook crouches beside me, his voice low, lethal. "Stay down."

I tremble, my fingers curling into fists against the tiled floor. I won't cry. I won't let him win.

"You think this makes you powerful?" My voice shakes, but I force the words out. "Hurting people just because you can?"

He doesn't flinch. Doesn't waver. If anything, my defiance amuses him. He leans in, his breath ghosting over my skin, and whispers, "You have no idea what real power looks like, sweetheart. But you will."

Then he stands, leaving me on my knees, leaving me to drown in the weight of his control. His friends laugh, the students murmur, and I remain on the cold floor, my pride in ruins.

I should be afraid.

But all I feel is fury.