Whispers of Submission jjk

Chapter 15

Later, as the night wore on, Jungkook found himself back in front of the monitors in his office, watching the camera feeds he had installed in her home. It was wrong, he knew it, but he couldn't help himself. He needed to see her, to know that she was safe, that she was still his. As he watched her sleep peacefully in his bed, a dark, twisted satisfaction settled over him.

He knew that this was just the beginning. His obsession with Y/N was only growing stronger, and he had no intention of letting her slip away. She was his, now and forever, and he would do whatever it took to keep her that way.

The thought made him smile—a dark, satisfied smile. He would be the one to control her, to mold her, to make her into what he wanted. And as long as she was with him, she would never be able to escape. She would always be his

Y/N woke up the next morning, her body aching and sore, especially her legs. Every small movement sent a sharp reminder of the night before, and she winced as she tried to sit up. The memories flooded back—how she had given in when Jungkook had pinned her against the wall, the way he had overpowered her so easily. It made her blood boil. How could she have let him do that to her? She hated how her body had betrayed her, how she had been so weak under his touch.

After taking a few deep breaths, she finally managed to get out of bed, though her legs trembled beneath her. The soreness was a constant reminder of Jungkook, and it frustrated her even more. She was determined not to let him get to her, not again.

As she got ready for college, every step was a struggle. She couldn't walk straight, the pain in her legs making her wobble slightly with each step. But she forced herself to push through it, unwilling to let him win by staying home.

When she finally made it to college, she tried to blend in with the crowd, hoping to avoid him at all costs. But fate had other plans. As she turned a corner in the hallway, she found herself face-to-face with Jungkook. His presence sent a jolt through her, and she froze on the spot. His eyes immediately locked onto her, a smirk playing on his lips as he took in her discomfort.

"Well, well," Jungkook drawled, stepping closer to her, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Looks like someone's having a hard time walking today. Did I tire you out that much huh?"

Y/N glared at him, trying to keep her composure, but her legs betrayed her, trembling slightly under his gaze. She hated how he could see right through her, how he always knew exactly how to get under her skin.

"Shut up, Jungkook," she snapped, trying to push past him, but he blocked her way, his smirk widening.

"Oh, don't be like that, princess," he teased, leaning in closer until his lips were just inches from her ear. "I'm just concerned about you. After all, I wouldn't want you collapsing on your way to class."

Her cheeks flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She hated how smug he was, how he seemed to take pleasure in her discomfort. But before she could retort, he did something unexpected. Jungkook scooped her up in his arms, lifting her effortlessly into a bridal carry. She gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck to steady herself.

"Jungkook, put me down!" she demanded, her voice laced with both shock and anger. But he just chuckled, ignoring her protests as he carried her down the hallway.

"I don't think so," he replied smoothly, enjoying the way she squirmed in his arms. "You're in no condition to walk, so I'm just helping you out. Besides," he added, lowering his voice, "I like having you close."

Her heart raced at his words, the intimacy of the situation making her feel even more vulnerable. But she couldn't deny the warmth of his body against hers, or the way her pulse quickened at his touch. She hated how her body reacted to him, how it seemed to crave his closeness even when her mind rebelled against it.