Whispers of Submission jjk

Chapter 13

Y/N entered the classroom, her heart hammering against her ribcage. The weight of the past few days pressed down on her, each encounter with Jungkook leaving a lingering effect on her mind and body. She wasn't sure how much more she could take. Every time she thought she could pull away, he found a way to drag her right back in, his presence consuming, suffocating, intoxicating.

Suzy was mid-sentence about their upcoming project when the air shifted. The moment the door creaked open, a hush fell over the room, whispers rolling through the students like an unstoppable wave.

"Why is Jungkook here?"

"Isn't he supposed to be in the senior class?"

The words barely registered in Y/N's mind until Suzy's elbow nudged her side, urging her to look up. And there he was.

Jungkook.

He walked into the room like he owned it, his presence magnetic, dangerous. The casual arrogance in his steps, the way his eyes scanned the room with disinterest before landing directly on her—Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine. The intensity of his gaze was suffocating, a silent claim she wanted to fight against but wasn't sure she could.

He was supposed to be in the senior class, so what was he doing here? A sinking feeling settled in her stomach as he moved through the room, not even acknowledging the stares and whispers around him. He was here for her. That much was obvious.

And then, just as she feared, he stopped beside her desk.

"Move."

Suzy looked up at him, startled. "Excuse me?"

Jungkook's gaze flickered to her, his expression unreadable, but his tone was absolute. "You heard me."

Suzy hesitated, her eyes darting toward Y/N, who swallowed hard, unable to meet her best friend's gaze. She hated how quickly her body reacted to Jungkook's presence, the way her pulse sped up, her fingers tightening around her pen. This wasn't normal. He wasn't normal.

Suzy, though reluctant, grabbed her things and left, casting Y/N one last worried glance. The moment she was gone, Jungkook slid into the seat beside her, the heat of his body radiating toward her.

Y/N shifted, trying to create distance, but his hand was suddenly on her thigh, firm, possessive. Her breath hitched, a pulse of panic and something else—something unwanted—shooting through her.

"Jungkook, what are you doing?" she hissed, voice barely above a whisper.

His fingers flexed, his grip tightening slightly as he leaned in. "Don't even think about moving away from me."

Her body betrayed her, a tremor running up her spine as his lips brushed against her ear. "I missed you," he murmured, voice laced with a dark amusement that sent shivers down her back. "I couldn't stand being away from you, so I decided to join your class today."

Y/N turned her head sharply, glaring at him despite the heat creeping up her neck. "You can't just do whatever you want."

His smirk widened. "Can't I?"

She exhaled sharply, pushing his hand off her thigh. "I'm not yours, Jungkook. You don't own me."

His response was immediate. His hand shot back, gripping her thigh harder this time, his fingers digging into the fabric of her skirt. "I think we both know that's not true."

Y/N's breathing grew uneven, her pulse erratic. The worst part wasn't just his words—it was the way her body reacted despite her mind screaming at her to resist. She despised the way his touch sent a traitorous heat pooling in her stomach, how the low timbre of his voice made her shudder.

"Let me go," she whispered, voice trembling with a mixture of anger and unease.

Jungkook only smirked, his thumb brushing slow, teasing circles against her inner thigh. "Not until you admit it."

She swallowed, heart hammering in her chest. "Admit what?"

"That you need me," he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of her ear, sending a pulse of heat through her body.

She sucked in a sharp breath, turning her face away from him. "You're insane."

"Am I?" His voice was dark, amused, laced with something deeper, something possessive. "Because every time I touch you, you react. Every time I look at you, your pulse speeds up. You can't even breathe properly right now, can you?"

She hated him. Hated how accurate his words were. Hated the way her body responded to him despite every fiber of her being wanting to push him away.

Her silence made him chuckle, a deep, satisfied sound. "See? You can lie to yourself all you want, but you can't lie to me."

She clenched her fists beneath the desk, her nails digging into her palms. She refused to give him the satisfaction of an answer. Refused to let him win.

Jungkook sighed dramatically, feigning disappointment. "Fine," he murmured. "I'll just have to make you admit it another way."

Before she could react, his hand shot up to her chin, tilting her face toward his. And then his lips were on hers—hard, demanding, claiming.

Her breath caught in her throat. It wasn't gentle. It wasn't sweet. It was raw, consuming, filled with the dark obsession that simmered between them. She pushed against his chest, but he didn't budge, his grip tightening as he deepened the kiss.

Heat coiled in her stomach, an unwelcome rush of desire igniting through her veins. She hated him, despised him—but her body was betraying her, reacting to his touch, to the way he devoured her like he owned her.

When he finally pulled away, his lips were swollen, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "Remember this feeling, Y/N," he whispered. "Because no matter how much you fight it, no matter how much you pretend you hate it—you belong to me."

Her breath was ragged, her body trembling as she stared at him, unable to form a response. He had completely shattered her defenses, broken through every wall she had desperately tried to keep in place.

And worst of all?

She wasn't sure she hated it.