Whispers of Submission: A Twisted Dark Romance

Chapter 12

Y/N woke up with a jolt, her body aching as she tried to move. The throbbing pain in her legs made it nearly impossible to get out of bed. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the morning, she was hit with a wave of memories from the previous night. The intensity of Jungkook's actions, his dominance, and the way he had taken control—all of it came flooding back. She lay there, feeling the weight of her new reality.

Last night had shattered her sense of self. She remembered Jungkook’s parting words: “From now on, you belong to me. All mine.” Those words echoed in her mind, tainting her thoughts with a sense of despair. Why had he made such a claim? She had hoped that by conceding to his demands, she could free herself from his grip, but it seemed she was more entangled than ever.

Determined to start fresh, she pushed herself out of bed, wincing with every step. She struggled through her morning routine, her legs protesting each movement. Despite the pain, she had to go to college. The thought of facing Jungkook again filled her with dread, but she steeled herself, focusing on the need to maintain her dignity.

As she walked through the college halls, her heart sank when she saw Jungkook with Aria. They were close, laughing and chatting as if nothing had happened. Y/N’s stomach churned, her emotions a chaotic mix of anger and sadness. She forced herself to look away, trying to ignore the sight of Jungkook moving on so effortlessly.

Later, during a quiet study period in the classroom, she was deep in her books when Jungkook entered. He approached her with that infuriating smirk plastered across his face. The sight of him made her heart race, a mix of anger and helplessness bubbling up inside her.

“Jungkook!” she shouted, her voice echoing in the empty room. “What are you doing here? You promised you’d leave me alone!”

He ignored her protests, his gaze unwavering. “I’ve changed my mind,” he said with a smirk. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Her face flushed with both embarrassment and anger. “How can you do this to me? I gave you everything you wanted...”

Jungkook leaned closer, his smirk widening. “Promises are meant to be broken, princess.”

The insult stung, but she held her ground. “You’re a disgusting human being.”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened, his tone icy. “Watch your mouth, princess. I’m going to keep you forever.”

Before she could react, he leaned in and kissed her roughly. The kiss was demanding, filled with the same intense passion and control that had defined their previous encounters. When he finally pulled back, he smirked again. “By the way, you still smell like me,” he teased.

Y/N’s cheeks burned with a mix of shame and anger. She tried to push past him, desperate to escape the situation. Her legs were still sore from the previous night, and as she stumbled, she nearly fell. Jungkook’s reflexes were quick; he caught her effortlessly, lifting her into his arms in a bridal carry.

He chuckled softly, his voice dripping with amusement. “You’re having trouble walking straight. I guess I was a bit rough with you last night.”

Y/N struggled against him, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. “Put me down!”

He only tightened his hold, his expression a mix of amusement and possessiveness. “No need to rush. We’ve got plenty of time to sort this out.”

As he carried her, she felt both helpless and furious. It was clear that Jungkook wasn’t done with her, and his presence was a constant reminder of the control he wielded over her life. The struggle to reclaim her independence felt daunting, but Y/N knew she couldn’t give up.