Whispers of Submission jjk

Chapter 8

The days that followed were a blur of confusion and dread. No matter how much I tried to ignore him, Jungkook was everywhere. His presence wrapped around me like an inescapable force, dark and suffocating.

Even in a crowded hallway, I felt his eyes on me, branding my skin with invisible marks. It was maddening—the way he invaded my thoughts, my space, my life.

And the worst part? A part of me waited for it. For him.

I hated it. I hated him.

But he wasn't the type to let me forget who held the reins. And today was no different.

The library was supposed to be my refuge, a place where I could drown myself in words instead of my racing thoughts. But the moment I felt the air shift, I knew he was there.

I forced myself to keep my eyes on the book in front of me, but it was pointless. His footsteps were slow, deliberate, and when he pulled out the chair beside me, I didn't need to look to know it was him.

"Studying hard?" The smirk in his voice was undeniable.

I didn't respond. Didn't react.

Jungkook chuckled, a sound that sent a sharp chill down my spine. "Ignoring me won't make me go away, sweetheart."

I clenched my jaw, fingers tightening around my pen. "What do you want?"

His fingers drummed lazily against the table. "You."

I inhaled sharply, my pulse hammering in my throat. I turned to glare at him, but the moment our eyes met, my resolve wavered. The hunger in his gaze was unmistakable. Unapologetic.

I hated the way my body reacted, the way my breath hitched when he leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to my ear.

"You've been avoiding me," he murmured.

I turned my head, just enough to put some distance between us. "Because I want nothing to do with you."

He tilted his head, watching me with an amused gleam in his eyes. "Lying doesn't suit you."

Before I could fire back, he slid something across the table—a phone. Sleek. New.

I stared at it like it was a trap. "What is this?"

"Your new phone," he said, voice dripping with authority. "I've programmed my number in it. When I call or text, you answer. No exceptions."

I swallowed, trying to ignore the weight of his words. "And if I don't?"

His smirk widened. "Then I'll have to come find you myself."

A shiver coursed through me. I wanted to throw the phone back at him, to tell him to go to hell. But I knew better. Jungkook wasn't the type to make empty threats.

With a resigned breath, I snatched the phone and shoved it into my bag. His gaze darkened with satisfaction, but he didn't push further.

At least, not yet.

The next day, my phone buzzed during my last class.

Rooftop. Now.

Dread coiled in my stomach. I considered ignoring it, but I knew better. Jungkook didn't ask—he commanded.

And I obeyed.

By the time I reached the rooftop, the air was thick with tension. The sun hung low, casting golden hues over the campus, but the beauty was lost on me.

Jungkook stood by the railing, his posture relaxed, but there was nothing casual about the way he watched me approach.

"You came."

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Did I really have a choice?"

His lips twitched, but he said nothing. Instead, he closed the distance between us in a few measured steps, until I was pressed against the cold brick wall.

My breath caught as he placed one hand beside my head, effectively caging me in. His other hand lifted, fingers tracing the edge of my jaw.

"You look good like this," he murmured, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "Cornered."

I glared up at him, refusing to let my nerves show. "Let me go."

"Not yet." His voice was velvet and steel. "You're not going anywhere until I get what I want."

I swallowed hard. "And what is that?"

Jungkook didn't answer. He didn't need to.

His lips crushed against mine, stealing the breath from my lungs.

It wasn't gentle. It wasn't soft. It was raw, dominant, a kiss meant to claim, to punish. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as his mouth moved against mine with sinful expertise.

I hated that my body reacted, that my fingers curled into the fabric of his jacket instead of pushing him away. The heat between us was suffocating, drowning me in sensations I wasn't prepared for.

I gasped against his lips, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that sent a tremor down my spine.

I should stop this. I should push him away.

But I didn't.

When he finally pulled back, his gaze was hooded, his breathing ragged. His thumb traced the outline of my swollen lips, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Next time you think about running," he murmured, "remember how easily I can catch you."

My heart slammed against my ribs as he stepped back, his presence leaving a void that made me feel unsteady. He turned, walking away without another word, leaving me against the wall, breathless, shaken, and more confused than ever.

I touched my lips, the ghost of his kiss still burning against them.

I hated him.

I hated that a part of me wanted more.

As he kissed her again, she felt the last of her resistance crumble. She was powerless against him, completely at his mercy.

 And as much as she hated to admit it, a small part of her was beginning to accept that.

Jungkook felt her surrender, her body relaxing against his as she gave in to him. It was exactly what he wanted, what he had been waiting for. 

He smirked against her lips, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek as he deepened the kiss, claiming her once and for all.

When he finally pulled back, he looked down at her with a satisfied smile. "You're mine," he repeated, his voice filled with dark satisfaction. "And don't you ever forget it."

With that, he released her, stepping back and watching as she slid down the beam, her body trembling with the aftershocks of his touch.

 He turned and walked away without another word, leaving her alone in the gym, her tears falling freely as she realized just how trapped she truly was.

As she sat there, her mind racing with fear and confusion, she couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. 

She knew that this was just the beginning, that Jungkook's obsession with her would only grow stronger.

 And as much as she hated to admit it, a part of her was beginning to wonder if she would ever be free of him.

But deep down, she knew the answer. There was