Whispers of Submission jjk

Chapter 10

The lecture hall felt too small, too suffocating. My professor droned on about something I was supposed to care about, but all I could hear was the ringing in my ears—the remnants of last night's war still fresh in my mind. Jungkook had stolen my breath, my sanity, and I hated how his presence still clung to my skin, refusing to be scrubbed off.

A shift beside me pulled me back to reality.

"Hey."

I turned, finding Taehyung sliding into the seat next to me. He smiled, easy and warm, a sharp contrast to the cold, merciless world I had been drowning in.

"You look like you're somewhere else."

I forced a smile, clinging to the normalcy of his presence. "I guess I am."

"Lunch after class?" he offered, his voice light.

For a moment, I hesitated. I could already feel the weight of Jungkook's fury pressing down on me, like a warning carved into my ribs. But I craved something—anything—that felt remotely normal.

"Sure," I said, my smile turning real for the first time in days.

Lunch was easy. Taehyung was easy. He filled the silence with jokes, stories, things that had nothing to do with bruised wrists or suffocating kisses. For the first time in a long time, I felt like myself.

And then, I felt him.

Across the cafeteria, Jungkook sat with his usual group, exuding power without effort. But he wasn't looking at them. He was looking at me.

And he was furious.

A shiver ran down my spine, the kind that came when you knew you had seconds before a storm hit. My fingers clenched around my drink as his gaze darkened, burning a hole through me, branding me in ways I wasn't sure I could erase.

By the time lunch ended, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

Meet me. Now.

I swallowed, my pulse erratic. I should have ignored it. Should have walked away.

But I didn't.

The classroom was empty when I stepped inside, but the moment I did, the door slammed shut behind me.

And then, he was on me.

Jungkook's grip was unforgiving, his hands finding my waist, dragging me closer until my back hit the wall. His breath was hot against my skin, his fury tangible.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

I met his glare, refusing to shrink under the weight of it. "Eating lunch. Last I checked, that wasn't a crime."

His fingers dug in, his jaw clenching. "With him?"

I scoffed. "Since when do you get to dictate who I spend time with?"

His grip tightened. "Since the moment you became mine."

I hated the way my stomach flipped, the way my traitorous body responded to his words, to the lethal promise behind them.

"I'm not yours," I spat, ignoring the heat between us, the way his presence sent my pulse into chaos.

Jungkook's eyes darkened. "Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice dropping into something dangerous, something deadly. "That's where you're wrong."

And then, his lips crashed into mine.

It was brutal. Possessive. A war waged between us, our bodies clashing as I tried to shove him away, only for him to pull me deeper into the inferno. His hands roamed over me like he was staking his claim, like he was making sure every inch of me belonged to him. And maybe, in that moment, it did.

I hated him.

I hated the way he knew exactly how to unravel me, how he stole the breath from my lungs, how he kissed me like I was his oxygen. His tongue swept against mine, dragging me under, suffocating me in ways I never wanted to admit felt intoxicating.

He pulled back just enough for our breaths to mix, his forehead resting against mine. "You're going to stay away from Taehyung," he ordered, his voice ragged.

I shook my head, breathless. "You can't make me."

A smirk curled his lips, the dangerous kind that made my blood run cold. "Oh, I think we both know that I can."

I hated him. I hated him with every cell in my body.

And yet, when I got home that night, when I sat in my room, my lips still swollen from his assault, my body still humming from his touch—I couldn't think of anything but him.

Jungkook had won again.

And I didn't know how to stop him.